As she finished soaping herself up she watched him swim in the moonlit water. As odd as it was to think of it, she had been lucky that it was Vulpes who found her that day in Nipton. She would never know why he had decided to groom her into an instrument of the Legion; his motivation for all of his actions would forever remain locked tightly away in his own mind. For the time being she was content to believe that he had seen something in her, potential, even though she was a woman.
She sighed, frowning, and placing her soap in a small niche in the rocks, she swam off to join him.
When she neared him he surfaced, shaking off the water from his hair. He wasn’t one to be stared at for long so eventually he asked her what her problem was.
“You… you’ll still call me Valence, right? Even though I’m Faustus now?” It was a strange question, which was probably why he took so long to reply. She felt her skin grow hot with embarrassment, and was thankful that the water was so cool and the sun wasn’t out to expose her.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t if that’s what you wish. Although it would only be in private—it wouldn’t do well for anyone else to hear me address you so informally now that you have a proper title.”
“Of course not.” She nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly.
They swam there for a while longer, silent, not looking at each other, but out onto the surface of the water, the stars barely seeping into its reflective surface, and the mirror image of a large, full moon painted on the deep side of the lake.
The Deep Side of The Lake (1d/1d)
As she finished soaping herself up she watched him swim in the moonlit water. As odd as it was to think of it, she had been lucky that it was Vulpes who found her that day in Nipton. She would never know why he had decided to groom her into an instrument of the Legion; his motivation for all of his actions would forever remain locked tightly away in his own mind. For the time being she was content to believe that he had seen something in her, potential, even though she was a woman.
She sighed, frowning, and placing her soap in a small niche in the rocks, she swam off to join him.
When she neared him he surfaced, shaking off the water from his hair. He wasn’t one to be stared at for long so eventually he asked her what her problem was.
“You… you’ll still call me Valence, right? Even though I’m Faustus now?” It was a strange question, which was probably why he took so long to reply. She felt her skin grow hot with embarrassment, and was thankful that the water was so cool and the sun wasn’t out to expose her.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t if that’s what you wish. Although it would only be in private—it wouldn’t do well for anyone else to hear me address you so informally now that you have a proper title.”
“Of course not.” She nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly.
They swam there for a while longer, silent, not looking at each other, but out onto the surface of the water, the stars barely seeping into its reflective surface, and the mirror image of a large, full moon painted on the deep side of the lake.