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Dec. 5th, 2014 05:00 pmApril is restless.
It's an itch under her skin, the feeling she most closely associates with the times she lets herself really be free, when her scales surface and she slips into the water. That's where she goes when she feels like this. That or she disappears, but Siren Cove has done something to her and she can't just disappear into thin air.
Her father would probably find her, for one, and right now she's still at a place where she doesn't want to give him a reason to contact her. Right now she's still of the mind that as little contact as possible is best.
But she's restless and she's twitchy and she's sure Coop had sensed it all afternoon. She'd bid him a distracted goodbye before standing on the sidewalk, undecided, then turned toward Caden's. She should go see Les, he's always made her feel better, but there's still that little sting that's worked its way under her skin. Like a fish hook, a little barb that's dug into the side of her throat and is tugging, tugging every time she tries to move.
She'd come to the cave for him. He'd gone home with Corrine.
She doesn't know what she really feels, not yet, but tonight she goes to see Caden instead, arms wrapped around herself to ward off the chill in the air when she knocks on his door.
It's an itch under her skin, the feeling she most closely associates with the times she lets herself really be free, when her scales surface and she slips into the water. That's where she goes when she feels like this. That or she disappears, but Siren Cove has done something to her and she can't just disappear into thin air.
Her father would probably find her, for one, and right now she's still at a place where she doesn't want to give him a reason to contact her. Right now she's still of the mind that as little contact as possible is best.
But she's restless and she's twitchy and she's sure Coop had sensed it all afternoon. She'd bid him a distracted goodbye before standing on the sidewalk, undecided, then turned toward Caden's. She should go see Les, he's always made her feel better, but there's still that little sting that's worked its way under her skin. Like a fish hook, a little barb that's dug into the side of her throat and is tugging, tugging every time she tries to move.
She'd come to the cave for him. He'd gone home with Corrine.
She doesn't know what she really feels, not yet, but tonight she goes to see Caden instead, arms wrapped around herself to ward off the chill in the air when she knocks on his door.
