Malcolm could safely say he didn't dream a lot, but lately his dreams had been plagued by all sorts of trouble. There had been things he remembered upon waking and some memories he was happy to forget, but the pattern had remained consistent with two key elements, Elyna and trouble. He had spent the previous day hunting down Yoreth and stayed up well into the night which was unlike the man when he knew he had a big journey ahead of him come dawn. Tonight he didn't want to leave dreaming to chance, and once again sought Elyna in Emea.
The woman was standing on Widow's Point, a cliff some of the locals called 'Audrae's Throne' as the fall was so great that it was impossible to scream from top to ocean floor, with most people running out of breath before the half way point. Some said the immortal of fear coaxed those weary of heart to the edge, but only the bravest ever jumped, defining her will, knowing they went to their deaths.
Malcolm padded towards the woman, feet bare, his long-sleeved, white tunic moving wildly in the wind, cut up either side and fashioned into two long, pointed tongues front and back. The black plants he wore below made his legs appear long and lean and it seemed strange perhaps to note that the collar and cuffs of his tunic were decorated with small embroidered animals and flowers, birds and the likes he had discovered secreted away in the sleeves and collars of his clothing while at sea. The man stopped behind Elyna and let the wind push her backwards into him. His arms went around her and his lips found her shoulder, pressing a kiss there before he turned her about to face him.
The knight paused before taking a step closer where he felt the limestone cliff threaten to give way. He positioned his left leg between Elyna's legs, folding his toes over the edge and leaned forwards to kiss her again, only this time on the lips. The wind held them for all of three seconds before the fall. Malcolm took his lover's hands as the fall tried to separate them, twisting and tumbling by the cliff side until the stone became a blur at their backs. When they hit the water, there was no pain on impact, or shocking cold of the water to greet them, just a calm, warm tide where the depths were an inky nothingness beneath their feet, and the sunlight pierced the surface with long dappled fingers of light, lazy diamonds littering the wall of water above them.
Malcolm held his breath, his hair dancing with the sway of the tide like black seaweed, eyes the colour of his envy for the tiny bubbles of air that clung to Elyna's skin, closer than he could be to her in that moment. He pulled Elyna away from the darkness below he felt seeking to consume, and kicked to the surface and the light, his promise to never let her drown echoed by the sea itself.
Upon breaking the water's surface the two would find themselves in the large clawfoot bathtub at home, their home. The water was murky but warm, and beneath the flat, glassy surface, their bodies were bare. Malcolm drew Elyna back to lie against his form, fingers combed through her hair, careful not to catch in any tangles, his freehand set against her belly. For a moment he sat, just enjoying the silence, eyes closed, as if allowing himself to be convinced that the dream was reality, that he was at home with his wife, and nothing else in the world mattered. A single drop of water fell from the tap, echoing in the otherwise empty room, it's ripple felt seconds later across the water's surface, prompting him to speak. "I miss you," he pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I've only been in the west two trials and already I long for home."
