The Antidote
06-13-2015, 01:47 AM
The dark girls struggles would not be fruitless as slowly, reluctantly, he would realize her grip about her scruff. She threw back her head and shook out her coat in response to the freedom but before she could make another rebellious act against the boy knocked her to the sand, and with an 'oomph' her shaky legs would give way and she would land unceremoniously in the sand. Before this could infuriate her, she would release he was coming with and he would tumble in with her. Instead of being indignant about it, it would become instead amusing to roll with him as their momentum shoved them into the shallow water. She gasped as the cold hit her and instinctively drew herself closer to the giant, who often emitted a warmer temperature – despite his cold eyes and colder heart. She would also rise quickly and attempt to drape herself over him (something she had tried to do from the start) but this time it would also be to aim to push him a little more into the cool embrace of the sea. |