Re: In-person: Teddy/Vic
[She was a ghost to him. Remembered, but not quite. Not quite ever like this, anyway. Could ghosts come from the future? There was a maturity , a stillness that seemed to eminate from her. Her bones seemed sharper, eyes solemn. She'd become a true snake at last, and maybe he'd always known she would, but he wasn't ready. Not yet, he thought, despite it obviously having had happened some time ago. Maybe that was when she'd changed her hair. He thought about touching it to figure out if it was magic or truth, but didn't want to untangle his hand from hers to do so.
He looked inside the open door, and the house was quieter than he'd ever known. It seemed vacant and forgotten to him without the raucous clatter of visiting relatives, and he frowned with worry again over the future. Why were some of the living not even here?]
If you want. [He said of a swim. Everything had always been if she wanted, and he pulled her hand gently so that they might back away from the open door and venture toward the call of the water.] It might be cold. [The sea here always was.]