@islehurricane sent ben: 🔙 // push my muse against a wall .
there’s a slight flailing of his arm as uma’s hand plants squarely against his chest and he finds himself propelled backwards until he’s placed rather resolutely between the hard wall and her. the air is knocked from his lungs- but he doesn’t think it was the actual motion of hitting the wall, because there’s no pain. in fact, there’s nothing but the endless depths of uma’s eyes- and not for the first time he understands why sailors are lost at sea, why they are drawn to the singing of sirens on the rocks, or of merfolk in the depths. why they go willingly into the water without so much as a care for the fact they are breathing their last breath. and he knows too, why uma’s crew would follow her to the ends of the earth. he’d drown in her if he could. “ uma.. ” he murmurs, more reverent than chastisement. his hand hovers just above her waist- not touching, not without permission.











