07-28-2023, 02:21 AM
Suddenly, a face pushed out from beneath the water. Adrian jumped back and such a string of curses erupted from his lips as had likely never been heard in this world. Once his face rearranged itself from fright, it settled in anger and twin furnaces of eyes stared back at those that erupted beneath his nose. He hadn’t actually expected someone to respond.
Once he had his wits about himself, he realized it was a mere girl. She was utterly unfamiliar to him and rather plain, or perhaps that was from the way her wet hair lay papered to her scalp, now that he looked at her. On one hand she seemed quite young, but on the other, her youth was the way one might describe a mountain range as young. It was rather disturbing.
Yet he did know her, or he knew the sense of her. He’d met her once, hadn’t he? In his other form. The memory was all blurred together, and the harder he concentrated on it, the more difficult it was to grasp.
“My name is Adrian.” He felt like he needed to tell her. Like it was important that they get that out of the way first, and he crossed his arms. He disliked this lack of understanding, all these pushes and pulls that the dream nudged and tugged. It made him desperate to wrench control back instead.
“The rabid one was here. Did you see it? No, I suppose you didn’t.” He frowned, though he had no need to check over his shoulder. Lycāōn was gone, and she lacked eyes that may see.
“But you heard me. Does that mean you have something to show me? If so, let’s get on with it.” By then the anger had dissipated to something approaching irritation. One brow lifted as he waited to be wow’d by this this remembering that he didn’t even know he wanted, but was willing to seek.
Once he had his wits about himself, he realized it was a mere girl. She was utterly unfamiliar to him and rather plain, or perhaps that was from the way her wet hair lay papered to her scalp, now that he looked at her. On one hand she seemed quite young, but on the other, her youth was the way one might describe a mountain range as young. It was rather disturbing.
Yet he did know her, or he knew the sense of her. He’d met her once, hadn’t he? In his other form. The memory was all blurred together, and the harder he concentrated on it, the more difficult it was to grasp.
“My name is Adrian.” He felt like he needed to tell her. Like it was important that they get that out of the way first, and he crossed his arms. He disliked this lack of understanding, all these pushes and pulls that the dream nudged and tugged. It made him desperate to wrench control back instead.
“The rabid one was here. Did you see it? No, I suppose you didn’t.” He frowned, though he had no need to check over his shoulder. Lycāōn was gone, and she lacked eyes that may see.
“But you heard me. Does that mean you have something to show me? If so, let’s get on with it.” By then the anger had dissipated to something approaching irritation. One brow lifted as he waited to be wow’d by this this remembering that he didn’t even know he wanted, but was willing to seek.