washed up

Ruled by emotion, at least for now. Selkie is sorry that she's like this, but for now, she can't help it. Teenagers, man. Leaning hard into Scylla's shoulder, trying to keep herself together. The news that her father was alive, and mom was here too-- Selkie is nearly on the verge of tears, looking up into her sister's face. Everything was okay, they were going to be a family again, and they're going to be together.

One ragged breath, then another. "I'm staying. If I can't be something on my own, I can be something here, with you." There's a quiet resolve in her voice, small as it is. Tucked in close to Scylla's side, she wouldn't be going again.

"Selkie"