Prompt #3: Temper
“For fuck’s sake, Sephora!”
The deck below is breached and water has begun to flood into the hold. Above them the sound of guards spilling out onto deck begs for attention. And yet she’s laying in the ilm of water, sprawled out on her back, dazed and confused.
“You gotta get up. Get moving. C’mon. Chop chop.”
He leans over and pulls her to her feet, but she’s shell-shocked. Like a deer in the headlights, all she can really do is teeter back and forth despite the dire situation. He takes one look at her face and snaps.
“...have you been fucking crying? What were you doing down here? Did you even try to look for my shit?”
The thunder of boots drums above their head. They won’t be alone for long. It’s enough to shake him out of the rant even as she’s still hazy and lost. He grabs her by the wrist with his left hand and takes his staff with the right, then slams the end of it on the water-covered floor beneath them. Aether explodes at the point of contact, ripping an even bigger hole in the hull, then he jumps into the frigid water, pulling her after him.