Caden watches as she shifts with unabashed interest, not looking away as her skin is replaced with gleaming scales. She cuts through the water in a powerful, graceful movement that leaves Caden impressed and a little jealous. He's always felt at home in the water, but she is at home.
He looks over at her when she breaks the surface and smiles a little, feeling proud that he was able to do something, however small and temporary, to help her. "You look like you feel better."
She's watching him and he can't help the way that he just has to reach out and take her hand, his thumb gliding along the tops of her sharp nails before he slides his hand up to rest against the side of her neck. She looks so different like this, but then again, not really. She's still April. Caden will always think she's the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen.
"You're beautiful," Caden tells her, sliding his hand around to the back of her neck to pull her in and give her a soft, closed-mouth kiss. "I like seeing you like this," he murmurs against her mouth. "And I kind of want you to read me poetry in that voice, which very well may be one of the lamest thoughts I've ever had."
He chuckles softly, but he doesn't forget the gravity of the situation, or what it was that drove them out into the water. It's just nice, being out here with her like this. He can't help but to feel a little bit better, at least in this moment.
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Caden watches as she shifts with unabashed interest, not looking away as her skin is replaced with gleaming scales. She cuts through the water in a powerful, graceful movement that leaves Caden impressed and a little jealous. He's always felt at home in the water, but she is at home.
He looks over at her when she breaks the surface and smiles a little, feeling proud that he was able to do something, however small and temporary, to help her. "You look like you feel better."
She's watching him and he can't help the way that he just has to reach out and take her hand, his thumb gliding along the tops of her sharp nails before he slides his hand up to rest against the side of her neck. She looks so different like this, but then again, not really. She's still April. Caden will always think she's the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen.
"You're beautiful," Caden tells her, sliding his hand around to the back of her neck to pull her in and give her a soft, closed-mouth kiss. "I like seeing you like this," he murmurs against her mouth. "And I kind of want you to read me poetry in that voice, which very well may be one of the lamest thoughts I've ever had."
He chuckles softly, but he doesn't forget the gravity of the situation, or what it was that drove them out into the water. It's just nice, being out here with her like this. He can't help but to feel a little bit better, at least in this moment.