Stavanger Bay i can see you're lost like me

sounds good to me!

her lips curled, shoulders shaking gently with restrained mirth as they traded words in hushed tones.

bit by bit, piece by piece.

for one moment, which lasted long into the night (no doubt prolonged by the secret stillness upon the shore), they were not what they had been. 

neither running, clutching secrets. neither of them singed by the fire or lost in the void.

just andr and iaghe, learning how to be again.