pure sweet violent hearts

She nodded at the sentiment with a small smile, appreciative, but quickly latched on to the language he spoke. Bhreac was somewhat desperate to change the subject, suddenly, feeling the mood of their encounter drop through the floor. She'd never exactly been what one would call peppy, but lately even good moods tasted slightly sour. It was somewhat unavoidable, given the recent events in her life, but then, she'd found her sister. She'd found a new home. She was far away from the wolves who had hurt them. She needed to shake it off.

"That sounded pretty," Bhreac said. "What is it?" She rolled to her feet abruptly, taking a few steps away, but walking past him to do so, to try and make it clear she wasn't just up and leaving. Heading back toward the lake, she turned to look back at him. "Fancy a swim? It's dark, so it'll be a bit nippy, but if I don't do something I'm going to continue to be a fucking bummer. And no one wants that."