deep in the sea (I give you my heart) // jenlisa

Chapter 4: The Voyage

'What the hell was that?' Jennie thought. The fluttering feeling in her chest was already fading, replaced with fear over the unknown emotion. It was such a foreign feeling. Jennie refused to admit that she actually liked whatever that warm flutter was.

She wanted to hate it; to shun it and never feel something that scary again. Jennie knew that something was terribly wrong. She was starting to feel something other than anger and bitterness... What if that meant she was losing her powers?

Jennie glanced back at where the Leviathan disappeared, only a massive shadow in the far distance.

Lisa was leading the way back, their path still water free. If the water was still up, then Jennie shouldn't have to worry about her powers like her panicked mind thought. What if it was just some strange anomaly, and not a bad omen? It was probably just a fluke in her system.

The walk to the beach was faster, Lisa obviously angry that they had to return to the inn. Jennie couldn't have cared less- or so she was telling herself –about how her captive felt. She was going with them to the capitol whether she wanted to or not.

She was a prisoner for gods sake.

The walk was silent, and as soon as they returned to the inn Jennie led them straight up to their room. "Try to sleep. We've got two hours till sun up," She commanded with an extra cold tone. Lisa frowned at her.

"You're not going to sleep?" Jennie didn't go back to the bed, instead moving to the chair in the corner in the room.

"I don't need sleep. What I need is for you to stop asking questions and do as I say." Jennie huffed, kicking off her booths as she sat down. Lisa looked angry as she walked over to the empty bed.

"Yes, Captain," she said with a fake salute before flouncing down onto her stomach at the end of the bed.

Jennie watched her lazily kick off her boots before curling up into the fetal position. It didn't look like the most comfortable way to lay, but Jennie knew she wasn't going to ever fully relax around her captor.

It took Lisa while, but eventually Jennie could hear her breathing slow into a quiet snore. Her face was relaxed, legs starting to stretch out ever so slightly. She stared at her, trying to figure out if there was anything special about Lisa.

She was beautiful- even with the painful looking gash on her temple –and Jennie could tell that she seemed to be a morally good person at heart; a stark contrast to herself, who had done so much messed up stuff in her life that pretty much nothing bothered her.

Was Lisa's pure heart really enough to make her suddenly start feeling again? Jennie knew that the split second of emotion she felt less than an hour ago- happiness –shouldn't be so alarming, but... When you've felt no positive emotion for seven years it's rather alarming.

Jennie watched Lisa sleep, trying to see if staring at her would make her feel something. Eventually the sun rose well over the horizon, shining through the windows. They cast enchanting dusty rays of light across the naval captain, softening her features.

There was a knock on the door, causing Jennie to suddenly look away from Lisa. Instead of letting the person at the door in, Jennie slipped on her boots and went out to meet whoever knocked.

Taemin stood in the hallway, looking stern and stoic. Jennie tightly shut the door behind herself, giving him a pointed look. "Did you enjoy your early morning walk?" His tone was short and aggressive. She felt her own aggression flare as she narrowed her eyes at Taemin.

"Is that any way to talk to your captain? Didn't you bite our prisoners head off last night for speaking in the same exact way?" She raised her eyebrow. He visibly gritted his teeth.