[ Once more, the Omen leaps under their feet like she intends to throw her passengers from the deck. The question of whether the ship is even built to withstand speeds like this passes through her mind but the moment the thought forms, she dismisses it. It will hold – because without a ship, without a weapon, there's nothing to pierce through the heart of the storm. And that much she will do. She doesn't let herself feel any fear or hesitation, focusing instead on the warm hand enveloping her own frozen fingers. The noise is like no din she's ever heard before. It screams in her ears and batters against her but she finds that the sound filling her chest isn't the howling and screaming of the waves but the wild laugh of the man whose hand she's still holding onto.
Though it's through no sense she can name, Annaliese feels it when everything turns. The storm doesn't break, but it splinters into something less pointed, less calculating and she realizes with a dull thud that this had been her doing. Yes, with help but – she had been the one to make it so, hadn't she? For a second she feels loose and unmoored, the enormity of the moment sending her spinning off into the storm-blackened sky. She has the wild thought that the leftover winds might pick her up and sweep her away.
Then an errant wave crashes over the deck and the shocking cold of it washes over her feet. She turns to Sheyd just in time to feel the warm brush of his lips against her hand and that combined with the warmth with which he says her name makes her heart feel somehow loose and anchored in her chest all at the same time.
She opens her mouth to respond – but what comes shaking out of her instead of words is a breathless, disbelieving laugh. ]
To my liking– [ She sweeps her storm-tangled hair back from her face so she can gaze up at him. Her eyes are wild and overbright, just like the smile she's struggling to keep under control. ] Yes! It was– incredible, unbelievable, to think I could have ever–
[ Another gasping laugh interrupts her and before trying to speak again, she dips her head, offering her best approximation of a curtsey that she can manage while one-handed and so bedraggled by storm and sea. ]
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Though it's through no sense she can name, Annaliese feels it when everything turns. The storm doesn't break, but it splinters into something less pointed, less calculating and she realizes with a dull thud that this had been her doing. Yes, with help but – she had been the one to make it so, hadn't she? For a second she feels loose and unmoored, the enormity of the moment sending her spinning off into the storm-blackened sky. She has the wild thought that the leftover winds might pick her up and sweep her away.
Then an errant wave crashes over the deck and the shocking cold of it washes over her feet. She turns to Sheyd just in time to feel the warm brush of his lips against her hand and that combined with the warmth with which he says her name makes her heart feel somehow loose and anchored in her chest all at the same time.
She opens her mouth to respond – but what comes shaking out of her instead of words is a breathless, disbelieving laugh. ]
To my liking– [ She sweeps her storm-tangled hair back from her face so she can gaze up at him. Her eyes are wild and overbright, just like the smile she's struggling to keep under control. ] Yes! It was– incredible, unbelievable, to think I could have ever–
[ Another gasping laugh interrupts her and before trying to speak again, she dips her head, offering her best approximation of a curtsey that she can manage while one-handed and so bedraggled by storm and sea. ]
Thank you...!