Author's Note: Inspired by a "Water" prompt and by the Maroon 5 song "Not Falling Apart", and my own changing conception of Caranthir as a tragic figure.
Float On
Karnistir leans his head back, touching just the nape of his neck to the water's surface, letting his hair drift like dark seaweed around his shoulders. Slowly he allows himself to sink until the waterline reaches the top of his forehead.
He could do it, he thinks, gazing up at the azure world of his sky; lay back under the water, push the breath from his body, remain there forever.
Then he ducks abruptly under the water, rises, blinks the water from his eyes, dresses, leaves that place. His hair leaves a wet mark like a memory on his back.