[ she waves off his comment about the socks with a hand, though she does rise to her feet. the movement isn't fluid, and it's clear she's still struggling with the wound, but she feels better. in more ways than one. because: ]
The cold feels good.
[ as she wraps her arms around herself, because she is cold -- but it's bracing, rather than pushing her further into darkness. but instead of moving back toward the door that leads belowdeck, she steps forward, closer to the ship's ledge, so she can take a proper look at the sea. something she hasn't done, yet.
it seems to stretch on forever, though in the dark, inej can't see much. but the ocean is calm, passive, gently pushing them along to their destination.
for the first time in a long time, freedom feels . . . tangible. ]
I am still glad I met you.
[ she isn't entirely sure why she says that, her eyes still on the waves, her hair surely a mess in the occasional gust of wind. without him, she would be dead. and with him, she might still wind up dead. but at least she would die on her own terms.
the thought prompts a soft exhale before her lips twitch into a faint smile, a silent understanding with herself, as she rubs some warmth into her arms, glancing up at him. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 02:36 pm (UTC)The cold feels good.
[ as she wraps her arms around herself, because she is cold -- but it's bracing, rather than pushing her further into darkness. but instead of moving back toward the door that leads belowdeck, she steps forward, closer to the ship's ledge, so she can take a proper look at the sea. something she hasn't done, yet.
it seems to stretch on forever, though in the dark, inej can't see much. but the ocean is calm, passive, gently pushing them along to their destination.
for the first time in a long time, freedom feels . . . tangible. ]
I am still glad I met you.
[ she isn't entirely sure why she says that, her eyes still on the waves, her hair surely a mess in the occasional gust of wind. without him, she would be dead. and with him, she might still wind up dead. but at least she would die on her own terms.
the thought prompts a soft exhale before her lips twitch into a faint smile, a silent understanding with herself, as she rubs some warmth into her arms, glancing up at him. ]
Are you coming inside?