(letting him drown would be so easy. erect an invisible barricade to keep him from the shore, let him tire and choke and sink. voryn dagoth, however, is not the kind of mer to do such a senseless thing. after he's emerged, he's decided that they will part ways. so this is the last time he'll go fishing for him, stepping into the water.
thin robes hug at tawny skin, before billowing out from him like a cloud.
relatively clean again, perhaps he should later thank the boy for being an imbecile. pushing at a loose sash of fabric, voryn grasps one of the flailing limbs and shoves it back into the water to better clear the way for the hook he makes around stiles' waist. by no means robust, the added weight of water makes him grimace with the effort, but they manage to haul themselves to shallows they can stand in.)
Go to shore, (a grunt, avoiding the slap of a stray tarsus,) then leave me be.
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thin robes hug at tawny skin, before billowing out from him like a cloud.
relatively clean again, perhaps he should later thank the boy for being an imbecile. pushing at a loose sash of fabric, voryn grasps one of the flailing limbs and shoves it back into the water to better clear the way for the hook he makes around stiles' waist. by no means robust, the added weight of water makes him grimace with the effort, but they manage to haul themselves to shallows they can stand in.)
Go to shore, (a grunt, avoiding the slap of a stray tarsus,) then leave me be.