"what if I told you I feel like I know you, but we've never met."
"come on now Sailor, you know I can't refuse a dance with you."
"i have a knife to your throat Sturmond, start talking."
They didn't know her name, just her flag and the gr...
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Giggling as she runs ahead of him she dashes behind a bush. Waiting for him to come beside the bush she trips him. Falling on his face he groans as he hits the grass. Rolling next to him she shades the sun from his face, his blonde hair and blue eyes twinkling below her.
"You're a cheater." he pinches her hand causing her to fall beside him.
Pinching his hand back she protests. "Am not, it's not my fault you're a sore loser."
He rises to his feet, raising his hand for her to grab. Getting to her feet herself she pushes his chest. "Race you to the nautical room." she shouts as she runs through the garden.
She was fast, smaller than him and able to dash in and out of spots he wasn't nearly as nimble enough to race through. Guards ignore them as they enter the back door of the art display in the Grand Palace. Her short dark hair whips to her face as she waits for him to catch up.
Slightly out of breath he catches up to her, hands on his knees as he takes in how flushed her cheeks are, her missing bottom tooth. "Why are you so obsessed with this painting anyway."
With a slight shrug she steps before it, a painting of a ship falling victim to the waves. Crashing against the violent tide, the blues and greys always stood out to her. It's maybe a bit morbid for her age, but the first time she saw it she couldn't look away.
"I think I'd rather be a fish." she whispers as she looks up at it.
Snapping his head to her, he looks at her likes she's grown an extra head. " A fish?"
"Don't you? Then you don't have to worry about being Grisha, Saints, or being a prince. You can just go where the tide takes you." It's a dream, a child's dream, but hers none the less.
Smiling he admires the way she stares up at the painting, at how she see's a different life inside of it. "Oh my silly Lili, I would be a fish with you. The best kind, no herring like at breakfast."
"A princy fish." she teases finally breaking away to look at him. He looked handsome, young, full of joy.
Laughing he holds his head high. "The princiest of fish, not even sailor's could catch me in their nets!"
"If I were a sailor I'm not sure I'd want you in my nets. You'd charm the crabs."
Waking with a gasp Sailor feels the steady rock of the ship in her hammock. The blanket over her suddenly seems too hot, everything feels suffocating. Placing her hands over her face she feels like letting out a scream. She needed to stop drinking whisky before bed, from now on it had to just be kvas, otherwise these dreams were going to drive her mad.
