Re: outside; along water's edge
Were he a demanding man, she wouldn't have fought if he pulled her close. There was something so real to him that she craved. She felt light and almost like a figment of someone's imagination - a figure out of a mythology that was no longer celebrated. But he, covered in so much dirt that he almost seemed made from it, he made her feel just a bit realer as well.
So there was really no question over whether or not to take his hand. The offer was made and she immediately accepted, slipping her hand into his. It felt perfect, even though she knew there was still some grime caught in the lines of his palm. It didn't matter to her.
"Feeling small makes you feel safe?" She shifted her gaze down from the stars to look at him instead. Her secrets were somehow so easy to spill under the diamond-pricked velvet of the sky. "It just makes me feel small. Insignificant." Maybe it wasn't right for a goddess to feel that way, but then again, she knew that she wasn't truly a goddess.