Nothing can touch her here, high in the crow’s nest, looking down over wave after wave, spilling away into the horizon, endless and surging, carrying her inexorably onwards.
Sometimes she spreads her arms, tips her head back for the fun of it, for the pleasure of letting the wind run through her hair, its fingers safe, gentle, playful; sometimes the sea rages, and throws down pelting rain in her face, winds whipping her hair in stinging strands across her skin, and maybe she likes that just as well, looking up into a sky cut by brilliant lighting and laughing.
And if the lightning’s flash and its constant companion thunder remind her of Jesper and Wylan, if the waves’ buoyant energy brings Nina to mind, if the wind’s phantom touch reminds her of Kaz and his skin that always, always seemed just a breath from hers, there’s no one to know it but her, and the sea, and the endless sky.
Safety First, Don’t Push (SoC, Inej (/Kaz maybe?)
Sometimes she spreads her arms, tips her head back for the fun of it, for the pleasure of letting the wind run through her hair, its fingers safe, gentle, playful; sometimes the sea rages, and throws down pelting rain in her face, winds whipping her hair in stinging strands across her skin, and maybe she likes that just as well, looking up into a sky cut by brilliant lighting and laughing.
And if the lightning’s flash and its constant companion thunder remind her of Jesper and Wylan, if the waves’ buoyant energy brings Nina to mind, if the wind’s phantom touch reminds her of Kaz and his skin that always, always seemed just a breath from hers, there’s no one to know it but her, and the sea, and the endless sky.