Who? ZxA, circa SilMil AU
Rating? Nothing too graphic, but not particularly joyful.
Rough Seas
The battle is fierce and the sea witch has distracted him, forcing their struggle to her stronghold - the sharp shores of the northern territory. Nimbly, she dives into the water, her clothes melting away like a stream flowing through a vale. Her actions taunt him, the siren call of her lithe body slipping below the surface beseech him to follow.
Catching his breath, wiping the blood from his mouth, he waits.
There is no way a person can stay underwater for that long.
This is not how he wants her to meet her end - a coward drowning under in the ocean. She may be magical, but she is human. The injuries he's managed to instill upon her prove his prowess. The puddle of scarlet confirm his sword has made contact.
The dark sea churns around him, waves crashing loudly, endlessly colliding with the dangerous rocks below.
Unable to contain himself, he abandons his clothes and dives in to the cool water.
Surrounded by a pale blue light, he spots her, in a trance of some design. Is she trying to heal herself? Anger dissolving, he recognizes she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Swimming to the surface, blonde curls dripping, he takes a large gulp of air and returns to her side. Through the sting of saltwater, he watches her closely, noticing she appears not to be breathing. Via some visceral reaction in his body, he grasps his arms around her, ready to buoy her to safety. Rather than fight his grip, she leans into him and he feels the heat of her body meld with his. As they sink towards the depths, oxygen slipping from his lungs, in a flash of realization, he understands that he was lost from the moment he chose to join her and surprisingly accepts his tragic fate. Thoughts of his brothers in arms fade away as they descend into fathoms where sunlight no longer filters through.