Brelione//DruigxOC

strengthened

YALL ARE GONNA LOVE THIS
ITS SOFT AND SWEET AND FUN

"you've been given the greatest meaning of all of us, don't let this slip through your fingers."some years have past, arguments fought, friendships weakened and strengthened. and i had been strengthened the most, today marking the three year mark since the las time the madness stole me away.

it's so strange, to be able to walk free without fear of the golden hands, the robbery of my soul. and finally the rainbow after the storm came in a way i wasn't expecting. well, in a way none of us were expecting, really.

while they had placed their bets, had their minds on the making of animals, on the control of deviants, even controlling of humans. and although making animals has come to me, it's harder than one may imagine.

but that was not the change that earned such a shocked reaction from the others, no. that would be the sudden ability to change my form to the environment. not entirely, only in small manners as fins replacing my feet in the water, only when i would allow it and the pointing of ears when night became suspicious.
adaptation, evolution.

both of which meant to be impossible for us. impossible, but not unwelcomed. but my mind remained untouched from the newfound changes, remaining just as it always had. and finally, now without the overwhelming terror as i waited for the next take over of my soul, the plans for the wedding could finally resume.

my room of sewing had gone completely untouched, jewelry stolen and still on the table, ikaris' jacket still not perfected, stone statue still holding what is meant to be ajaks dress with such ease. and the tension among the others seemed to have healed somewhat, less controlling over my actions and more focused on themselves for once.

which meant no more flinching, no more worried stares, no more raised eyebrows. only bickering and jokes from kingo and gilgamesh, phastos warning me not to turn his lab to ice. and turn his lab to ice i did not, but the same cannot be said for his breakfast upon that morning.

life was finally a game again, a game worth playing, a pleasure and not a pain, hands moving along fabric, drama shared between sersi and makkari and thena as we told tales of our romances and stolen goods. and most of all, thena and gilgamesh finally coming up with a date for which they would marry.

december third, 1507, only four months until i could finally see what might be the most exciting event so far in life. i stare up from where i reside at the bottom of my lake, this one so lovely and bright in the amazon, a water hole that i had created myself. clear and clean of the mud that inhabited so much water in the area, free of reptiles and bugs, rich with greens and bright colored fish that had rushed to inhabit it.

for the last hour perhaps, i have searched the floor of the lake, green , blue and orange shimmering scales adorning my legs, feet disappeared and morphed to flowing fins as my stomach grazes the tumbled stones. the fish stare at me in bewilderment, wondering what i am doing.

ripples pull across the surface of the water, long fingers disrupting its flat surface, bottom of his wooden boat leaving a shadow along the bottom. bubbles come from my mouth in a sigh, fins carry me to the surface, his messy brown hair outlined by the sun.

he looks like an angel, especially in his white shirt, embroidered green collar. a leather band grips his wrist, braided and tied, holding a silver triangle. i smile upon seeing it, glad that he enjoys the gifts i make for him. it is my love language as his is touch, tilting his head when i rise from the blue deep.

"my love, what are you doing? you have been down there for an hour,"he says.  his face is painted with sleep and sun, a light shine from sweat as he has been in the sun. my hand still resides in his, making a cold stream come along him, crawling along his skin to his hair, pouring back to its home in the lake. he grins, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it gently.