She watches him, listens as he speaks, though the letters of his words jump around in her head like crickets in the summer night her calmness remains unsettled now. It fits onto her shoulders like her shawl does, slips into her features like it belongs with her and her alone. She's incredibly comfortable in that moment beside the coming and going water as he answers her.

He comes closer and her eyes are on his, surprisingly enraptured by action and word alike. There is something like stars in his eyes, twinkling dust on his words and it brings a smile to her lips and his commentary comes to a close her response it doubtful to be he expects.

But perhaps he'll learn to eventually.

She laughs.

Gentle and sweet, genuine, it's apparent in how she tucks her face down for a moment, as if she might hide the look on her face in his hand. Her eyes settle on his chest for a moment, smile wide and pleasant. When her eyes return to him it is with a soft whisper on her lips and amusement in her tone. "You really are quite dramatic, aren't you?"

Isra thinks she does not need his words, they are meant for others who do not stand in the shadows like she does. Whatever their intention it is lost on her, and yet they hang there before her all the same. She does not need his gentleness, his fingertips on her chin to pull her in for she will take what she pleases from him just as she does any other. She does not need inquiries and he does not need her answers, the surface of a shadow is acceptable. The idea of a ghost is tantalizing. There need not be more.

Despite this, she rewards him still, with a kiss. Bridging the gap between them without hesitation but she does not linger on him long. The woman pulls away from him just as quickly, seeking the freedom of her feet in the cold waters again. "Keep your pleasantries Remiel, save them for the ones that need them."

Isra does not stop smiling, stepping backwards into the waters.

"Or rather, the ones that want them."

And if there was any way for me to make it right for you, I would.
How silly of him, how useless a notion.
He doesn't understand at all.

Remiel Calcifet

"Very well? Is that all you have to say for yourself?" she teases, lightly. The splash of the wave against her calves is refreshing as she makes her way farther into the waters. She is vaguely aware of the tide, that perhaps now was not the time to be so daring but she doesn't think on it for long. She's far more interested in seeing how far out she can get.

Porcelain feet sink into the sand bellow the waves, the grin hasn't yet left her face. Eyes on him, waiting to see what he does,

Remiel Calcifet

There is a quirk in her brow and curiosity in her eyes. Either he is indeed joking or it's a rather blatant admission of what he wants. She's not entirely which to settle on just yet. But she will be with time, of that she's certain. So long as he sticks around, she thinks. Something that only time will tell. People come and go, and Isra is not the sort to waste time trying to keep them.

By now she's stretched her hands out, arms parallel with the water. Keeping her balance as the tide tugs and pulls at her. How easy it would be to let the waters take her then and sweep her off to the bottom. It's oddly comforting, to think it would be so easy.

Isra stops, planting her feet in the sand, deciding that she's gone far enough for now. "Are you?" she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly. "I haven't yet decided what you are, I might not think you're interesting at all."

"Maybe you're something else entirely."

Remiel Calcifet

He comes closer and she watches him as if there are stars in his eyes when he talks. The fact he does not steer away from her seems to trap her in place as much as the sand she has planted her feet in. It takes effort not the grin at his inquiry but there is no hiding the mischievousness in her eyes.

"A madman perhaps." He reaches for her and she steps back, swaying in the growing waters. Almost as if they might pick her up and carry her away from him if she lets them.

"You are following a strange woman you know nothing about into the ocean after all." It is rather ridiculous after all, the tide will come in again soon and could easily sweep them both away yet there they were. Letting themselves grow cold beneath the water.

Isra seems content, as if she knows exactly what she is doing.

Remiel Calcifet

She grins, the kind of thing that comes from expectations coming true. He said exactly what she thought he might and it only makes her think it more than before.

"That is exactly why."

Now she's amused, because now she's a little more certain when she repeats herself.

"You don't know anything about me at all." she sounds a little more sure now as she takes a step back, this one more deliberate. The waves curl around her and she welcomes them. She thinks on the matter of drifting away, because it sounds like it wouldn't be too bad an idea. Maybe she should.

She takes another step back. "Hmmmm, are you saying you'd make time for me? Why?"

He doesn't get to answer because her next step never makes the sound, Isra Nightingale falls back into the cold embrace of the water with smile on her lips.

Perhaps the tide will take her then, to the abyss at the bottom. To the world where the stars are snuffed out and devoured by a darkness too deep for words? She wonders what she'll see there then, bellow the surface of the water, bellow the thing that could devour the world but doesn't, bellow a beginning and an end slipping through the cracks.

"So... what is your plan here, exactly? Will you simply drift away?"
'Yes I will'

Remiel Calcifet

Isra. Sinks.

She seeks the sand, to feel it drift through her fingers.

She reaches blindly, re-emerges. She's not satisfied. It's obvious in her eyes when she turns to see him, having chosen to follow her and she makes a decision.

"Madman."

Yet she grins. She finds the surface of the water again and breaks it, reaching once more for the stars at the bottom of the ocean. She finds none however, they slip through her fingers. She only returns to the surface barely, reaching up to watch water and sand alike slip through her fingers.

Not yet then she thinks, the stars do not return to them yet. Too bad. She might have liked to see one.

"You'll get a chill you know, following me out here." it's not concern in her voice, something else settles into it. The ocean has an effect on her, that much is certain. She does not make a move to return to shore, not just yet.

Remiel Calcifet

He catches her by surprise, his prescence is especially warm against her own. The contract of the cold water to him is enough to make her suck in a breath. Then she eases into him, his arms around her, and she thinks perhaps it is not so bad that the stars have not surfaced in the sand just yet. She could sink here, if she let herself. Sink in where she is pulled away from all else that pines for her attention.

There's a smile that creeps across her lips, pleasant and sweet. A surprising combination coming from her. Something unexpected, much like everything else. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't." her tone is playful, almost like a song. Children singing little rhymes while jumping rope play in her head. The kind she never was.

"What do I get out of it if I do?" she asks as her hands settle against his arms, content to stay suspended within the water for the time being. Not forever though, she thinks, because there's no denying how the cold will settle in. While she likes the excuse for him to be close, to keep her warm, it'd be a shame if it were the last.

Remiel Calcifet