Tui and La
There's definitely, definitely, definitely, no logic to human behaviour
. . .
There's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all.
-Björk
She is her, and yet. . .
She is not her.
La knows this, and yet he cannot bear the thought of her not loving him as Tui had loved him-though she still has mortal debris, making such a desire impossible. Yet, he tries.
He tries to woo her, and is met with a cool aloofness.
He pulls himself to her, and is pushed away. There is imbalance, this cannot go on, and something must be done.
Dejected by her silence in response to his endeavors, La lashes out, saying things to her he will regret later. Infuriating still, she does not pay him the slightest bit of attention, merely stares out, past the stars and the water, to the land. She is looking down at him. The human. She was favoring that mere scrap of life, too short and stupid to even appreciate the blessing of a single thought of hers-
It galled his spirit.
La breaks. He rages and swells, threatening to surge up to her, envelope her in watery rage and drown her. Yet restraint and gravity keep the threat on edge.
"You stupid girl! He is impermanent! Unstable! Look how he is so quickly forgetting you and seeking comfort in another! What is the love of a mortal compared to that of divinity?"
She turns to him then, and spares him the briefest of glances. Her eyes, pure blue, shining with the celestial light behind them; filled with all the light of the cosmos, fill him with a sadness he has never known before. She turns away from him again, the sadness a cold memory and La wishes that she had not looked at him at all.