solomon's lament | completed | final product under editing

| seven | sometimes it's easy

Actually, Margot was entirely against it and wanted to try and explore their surroundings as the sun was slowly rising, which made the girls more comfortable. However, there was only two places to really go from the beach.

A carousel, which was guarded by a rusty gate and too high for either girl to climb (even Isla, who was pretty tall), and the water. All that stretched as far as Margot could see was sand, sand, sand, and that huge one pile of sand you think is something but actually is still sand.

And yet, Margot was debating on everything in her head. She didn't want to seem suspicious to Cosmo in case they were the girls' last resort but who knew what was in that water? I mean, there was that convenient cave with that really convenient voice, and before that the very convenient paper that was with a bunch of dishes. Of course Margot had to be suspicious, because this whole situation is so unexplained and convoluted.

Of course it was! Going to a party where the l- I mean, your objective was, only to somehow very coincidentally leaving around the same time you almost die and then find out your family's somehow a part of it on the same night and now you're on an island with water that doesn't make a sound and the only person around for seemingly miles of barren sandland is some absentminded kid who can breathe underwater?! Either Margot's life was a trashy novel or this was some inane dream she couldn't wake up from for some logical reason.

And then? "We should do it," Isla had declared, which prompted in a long argument as to why that was a horrible idea and no Isla we do not go to a mysterious source we're not in a horror movie come on-

And then something wet has snaked its way around Margot's waist and pulled her into the water before she really had the time to react, and soon after the same fate happened to Isla.

Was this how Margot P. Solomon was meant to go out? Drowning subsequently after becoming a fugitive? Man, why couldn't it be sentient zombies or something less stressful? I could've at least died with a little bravado, like with fireworks. Hope Connor remembers to water Jake.

Needless to say, Margot wasn't very serious with her dying. However, this wasn't death. It was too serene, too lovely. Her body weightlessly hovered in the water, which seemed to cradle her in a calming embrace. It was pure, just like the water.

Which brings us to where we are now; Margot and Isla, once more, in an unfamiliar place.

The water around them seemed to disappear and was replaced with a chilling air that stung Margot's eyes.

"Jeez, took y'all long enough," Cosmo interrupts as they shake their head. "Now, what were your names again? Margaret and Edith?" Seriously?

Wait.

"You... were listening to our conversation?" Margaret questions slowly, frowning. Jeez, she should've been more careful.

"Kinda hard not to with all that yelling; everyone heard-" Cue Margot's loud, accidental gulp. "It's okay, though, since all of us got a past we don't need spilled to everyone else. It's normal." Cosmo shrugs, extending both hands out to the girls. "Now, come on. You should get settled in and make yourselfs comfortable."

Margot and Edith hesitantly took a hand, helping themselves up and following Cosmo around. Beside Isla was a window, and looking outside of it you could see only water for miles.

"Where... are we?" Margot finds herself questioning out loud, and almost slapping herself for asking dumb and obvious questions. She wasn't a dumb horror movie protagonist and she wasn't gonna start. Don't ask anything obvious; just observe.

Just observe the water which came off as more of a wallpaper than actual, moving waves thriving with aquatic life and swaying plants. Yep. That sounded like a plan.