It's A Wave

The water moves when it shouldn't.
River ignores it.
He ignores a lot of things, like the way his chest tightens when Oleander is too close, or how his thoughts keep drifting back to him.
He doesn't have a name for that feeling.
He doesn't want one.
Olea watches anyway.
He notices too much, asks too little, and stays just close enough to matter.
Until one night turns something unspoken into something real.
Something secret.
But as rumours begin to spread and River's blessing starts to unravel, it becomes harder to tell what's slipping faster,
his control...
or whatever is growing between them.