there's an albatross around your neck

Her eyes still watched him, and as he grumbled beneath his breath about his name and hers there was (for the first time) a deceivingly intelligent twinkle in her eyes, an expression of mirth and merriment as he agreed with her and called himself Polly. A self-satisfied smirk would take hold across her lips as she appraised him. Everything about Albatross was unpredictable, to her emptiness, to the light of intelligent, to her anger and harshness or angelically sweet compassion, she was everything rolled into one and chaotically as unpredictable as all that sounded. This was her state of insanity, this was the madness she had been driven to and the being that took hold of her more often than her once true-nature ever could.


?Mm? she mused, in clearly pleased tones, rolling the humm about her mouth like she tasted something fine against her lips. ?My Polly? she agreed, clearly soothed as her eyes rolled up to him and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she continued to appraise him. ?Polly really wants a cracker? she sighed as she pulled herself from the grip of the sea and standing, shook out the droplets in a cascade of salty sea as she stood across from him and eyed him with a serious expression once more, like he was a mystery of the universe. Her transfixed expression did not move until she darted forward to attempt to touch her forehead to his with a surprisingly nimble movement. She would pull away every bit as quickly and a grin would transform her delicate features yet again ?Bop!? She declared and with a giggle she pranced against the water, dancing within its cool embrace.