Several seconds and several centuries later, Eris raised his head from the moonlit water.
Starker from above then head on, sharpened into something that did not strictly suggesting living to human sensibility, utterly enthralling to Elain’s eyes. All bone and brightness, a better shock of color than what the silver, massive moon gave. Those cheekbones. His mouth, softer a savage line than it had any right to be.
Eris Vanserra, who’d given her the words to tear eternity apart, quiet on his knees.
“It worked.”
Not a question. Perhaps an excuse for the look his cast up at her, that still, lurking wonder that made Elain feel twenty and a thousand at once, like fizz in her veins. Flowering. Finding- Eris, constant in the endless ocean of her life, dark under light and blinding light in this dark.
She’d find a way to say it back- to say it right.
“You remember?”
One brow, raised high, before Eris gave in entirely and smiled. “We should find them.”
The water hardly shifted. A wound and a wonder and no current at all, just fascination. Just Eris, on his feet, offering his arm like he really thought she might not take it, after all these years.
“We,” Elain repeated, agreed, unable abruptly not to laugh. “We should.”
