the lake of lost souls looks like an endless void beneath the night sky. clouds cover the stars, blocking their silver light from dancing across its surface. he still finds himself here, though, more often than he’ll freely admit. there’s something alluring about the lake. it could be the endlessness to it, the fact that they were once warned to stay away from it when they first tasted ambrosia because they might drown in search of something, or perhaps there’s something else that lurks deep beneath the still surface that calls to them like a siren.
kian will never know. but he still finds himself standing at the edge of the lake, toes beneath the inky surface.
his pants are rolled up to mid-calf with the edges damp from the splash of water. he closes his eyes, tilting his head back toward the sky, and just basks in the darkness. it’s then that he hears something, the sound of footsteps against the shore, the crunch of rock beneath heel. he turns his head, eyes opening, and smiles at the familiar face. “another night time meeting at the lake, i see.” he says to julian, a smile in his voice. “another late night swim to clear your head?” he questions, combing his fingers through his curls.
