small warning: implications of death
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The sea was vast and unchanging. Since the beginning of time, it had already been the way it was now— that was of no surprise, and they were happy with it.
The first eye contact wasn't anything fancy at all. It was merely an exchange of greetings— "Hello!" "…Hi,"— and they simply considered each other as fellow familiars under the same witch. The early days spent in the ship was relatively peaceful, and it was nice.
It was already deep in the night back then, when she had woken up at the sound of soft tears from the other bed, and there, her simply fellow familiar was wiping the tears on her face after waking up from a supposed nightmare. It had been silent, only quiet sobs and sniffs silently echoing in the room, before a word was spoken. "Hey," Nothing else— she held up her blanket, and as the crying lass turned towards her, it took her a while to understand the offer. She slipped under the covers of the other's bed, and soon, it was quiet once again. The hands that tightly held each other acted as the initial spark of their trust, one that would last for many, many years to come.
They were fellow familiars under the same witch, and they would have to help each other when the time came. —? Ah, they were friends.
— - ◉ - -
Red— everything was red. Their sea that had died, plagued with black-red abominations— they were terrified. And as they trod on across the pitch black path, blotches of red lining their sight as they went off after the fallen shark, two hands were linked together, in an attempt to calm and soothe each other from the pulsating sea they were in.
They had let go. It happened in the blink of an eye, and they might not have even realized it. More red stained the floor— as if it wasn't enough, as if the sea wanted more, more red— and their dull, unfocused eyes glazed over, their cold, still fingers no longer able to feel the other's warmth ever again.
The sea had changed.
— ◯ - - -
It was blue once again. It was as if the red never even stained their sea, the once shattered pearl above the castle replaced with a seemingly brighter one. Supposedly, it would be as if nothing had changed. But that wasn't the case as the sea had lost someone— someone very important— in exchange for this seemingly unchanging trait of the vast waters.
They no longer had a witch. She was crying once again. She, too, was sad— they had lost a family, and even they, their brother figure and the shark, seemed to be sulking about their loss. There was nothing else she could do, except hold on to the crying girl's hand, embracing her as she grieved, feeling her tears trickled down from her own eyes.
She was no longer here, so they were no longer fellow familiars under the same witch. But they were still friends, and she was going to stay by her side. As long as it took.
That wasn't going to change.
- — + -
Her golden scarf trailed back as the wind swept past her, her gaze fixated on the sky, marveling at the colors that painted the blue and white canvas above. Perhaps also waiting. Noticing her companion looking at her, she turned towards her with a slight questioning look. She merely grinned in response, cheeks flushed with bright colors, and she could only show a similar smile in return, feeling her own cheeks heat up at the sight of her most important person happy.
She reached over to touch her hand, and she softly squeezed it in return. The sky was lined with the spectrum of colors, and this… This was more than enough. Things change, but not everything.
The great blue sea was vast and unchanging. Since the beginning of time, they had always been together— it wasn't surprising, to say the least, and they were happy.