wait for me

#EmojiChallenge

:violin: :anchor: :rose:

so, uh, me with my lesbians again for challenge pieces. the anchor reminded me a lot of water which is why that is a prominent theme rather than a ship

it's a little rushed since I did not see the date until like yesterday, so forgive any inconsistencies

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Icy cold waves washed over her head, knocking her down deeper into the ocean as she struggled to move from the sudden stiffness in her limbs. The cliff suddenly missing from beneath her feet, she thrashed around blindly, gasps causing her throat to get strangled with liquid.

Syna jumped up, sweat tickling down her back, soaking her nightgown. The quiet sound of a violin made her cramped muscles relax slightly, and she took a few moments to even out her breath. She slid the covers off of herself, and moved towards the source of the music.

The long hallway echoed with melancholy, calling her closer, steps clumsy and slow. She stumbled forward, as if her feet were carrying her without a thought. She grabbed the doorknob, indulging for a moment longer before she entered the room.

The playing stopped, Amayas fingers suddenly cramping up when she heard Syna's steps. She turned to face her, and upon seeing the brunette safe a smile appeared on her face.

"My rose, how did you rest?"

"I had pleasant sleep, thank you. You've been practicing?" Syna pointed towards sheet music laying on top of a table.

Amaya turned back towards the notes, studying them again as if seeing them for the first time. Syna ired the pale womans deeply focused gaze.

"Yes, but I can't seem to quite get the emotion right. It's like it is missing something.."

Syna tilted her head with a soft smile.

"Maybe think of a story with it? Add your own feeling?"

Amaya let out a small gasp, lifting up her viokin once more. She waited until Syna sat down, knowing she loved to listen. Amaya glanced at the woman before she played the piece again, the emotion clear in her head now.

Her lungs burned, lack of air making her head dizzy. She felt tears sting in her eyes, letting herself gently float to the bottom. The calm feeling was violently interrupted by the desperate need for breath, making her open her mouth, only to see the last bits of air leave her lungs with two bubbles floating to the top. She reached for them, trying to follow.

Syna jolted awake, blinking a few times to wipe the tear from her eyes. She rubbed the sleep out of her gaze, struggling to sit up as she felt the ground beneath her shift left and right. It took her a few seconds to she was traveling on a ship.

She jumped up, looking for Amaya. She fled the cabin, searching for the pale blonde. She ran up on deck, breathing a sigh of relief upon finding her leaning against the railing, iring the moon and stars. She turned, greeting Syna with a bright smile. Her fangs nearly lit up in the moonlight.

"My rose, how did you rest?"

Syna blushed from the name, grateful the dark and her tan skin would hide that.

"I slept alright. How come you did not wake me?"

"You seemed so peaceful, I didn't wish to disturb you."

Syna sighed. "You know I get plenty of rest, I wish to share your awake hours."

Amaya looked away, letting her long hair hide away her flustered face.

"The night us beautiful."

Syna's lips parted slightly, her voice failing as she nearly let her thoughts slip.

Not as beautiful as you.

She just agreed, and they ired the stars together.

"Say.. Do you think the move was a smart decision?"

Amaya didn't answer. Syna knew not to ask further. It's not like they had a choice.

An agonizing cry left her throat, the sound muffled by the dense water around her. She reached for the surface, fear gripping her lungs and making her lose more air by the second. She let her tears mix with the saltwater as she thought about her love.

Syna opened her eyes slowly, staying still, listening to the melody filling the room. The violin sounded hurt, desperate, crying out. Syna grabbed the sheets thighter, waiting for the sound to die down before she stood up.

She walked towards the door, hesitating with each step, unsure if to open it. She bit her lip, going through with it. Amaya needed her.

The tall woman leaned on a table, breathing heavily while the violin was placed down next to her. Syna ired the instrument, it's fragile beauty reminding her of the musician who played it.

Amaya turned abruptly, gaze red and full of fury. Syna stood dead in her tracks, taking a step back.

"Leave."

Amaya's voice was guttural, yet her tone desperate, begging.

She sounded terrified.

Syna turned around and ran away. She ran, her legs carrying her out of the house, across the hill and towards a lake. She stopped at the shore, catching her breath in broken intervals.

She looked up at the water, and any thought of worry about Amaya left her head. She didn't feel the grass beneath her feet as she walked, or a pale clawed hand ripping her from the water.

You'll be cursed to desire drowning beyond breath.

Syna woke with a gasp, grabbing her right wrist and wincing in pain. She looked at her arm, seeing it bandaged from the wrist to the elbow. She tried to where the injury stemmed from, but was ripped from her thoughts by a hesitant melody.

Any care about her arm gone, she got up and ran towards the source of the sound. She threw the door open, and ran towards Amaya with reckless steps. Latter barely had the time to put her violin away before she was pushed back by Syna throwing her arms around her. Synas head was right below Amayas, their height difference leaving Amaya at the perfect place to lean her chin on top od Synas head.

She gently wrapped her arms around the woman. "My rose, how did you rest?"

"I thought I lost you." Synas voice was barely a whisper. Her cramped fingers held onto Amayas gown.

Cold and careless your death will be, waters heavy and cruel.

Syna walked towards the coffin with hesitant steps, gripping the rose tightly, thorns digging into her palm. She placed it on top of the wood with shaky hands, sealing it and hoping Amaya could forgive her one day.

She had to so this on her own.

A way to break it does exist, the one who's heart you broke had asked for it. Bring to me the broken blood, I'll mend the hatred away.

Amaya ripped the top of the coffin away, panting and gripping the edge while looking around with almost animalistic manners. Syna was right in front, hands bloody as she held a wild rose in them, thorns drawing drop after drop.

Amays grabbed her collar and pushed Syna against a wall. Her teeth bared, terror coursed through her.

"Why did you do this?! I could have lost you! You could have died!"

Her words didn't seem to phase Syna.

"Say, the drowning... It wasn't a dream."

Amaya teared up. "No."

Syna smiled, closing her eyed. Amaya gripped Synas shoulders, nails digging into her flesh.

"I want to be with you."

Amaya tensed. Syna smiled wider, carressing Amayas cheek, leaving a bloody smear across.

"Syna..."

Syna showed her right wrist, skin clear and without mark.

"I did it."

Amaya took in a shaky breath, and moved towards Synas neck. Latter moved her head back, exposing her skin. Amaya felt intoxicated, the sweet smell of blood, her blood, filling her lungs.

No more nightmares, peaceful rest.

Syna groaned, feeling her muscles ache. She opened her eyes, blinking against the yellow light of a lamp. Her discomfort was forgotten as soon as she heard the familiar sound of a violin. She sat up, and felt excitement bubble in her throat when she saw Amaya play. The violinist stopped, and she turned to see Syna awake, putting her violin down quickly.

"My rose, how did you rest-"

Syna cut her off by pressing her lips against Amayas, finally indulging the ache she had since she first met her lover.