Cerulean Cape salt tracing

she flung herself from the cliff like seabird. her cloak caught wind, flared red like a sail before it vanished into the churning sea. her husband forced to watch in disbelief; in... despair?
no—! a choke of disbelief. he hit the edge at full speed, skidding to a halt, chest heaving as he peered down into the froth. she was gone. waves frothed, swallowing her whole.
fuck, he hissed, voice cracking. fuck! again, louder, like the sea might spit her back. and he had no time to mourn, for, soon there was an idiot boy coming upon him. and crowell turns, flame-bright eyes wild. ye little shit, he spits, bracing just as the lad lunged. they collided with force, and crowell reeled back a step before snarling, jaws flashing.
she were mine! he howled, throwing himself into the fight, madness flaring like fire in his blood. teeth wildly raking wherever they might, using powerful legs to lunge and try to force the boy back against the very edge chani had fallen from.
he wanted her so bad, he could join her.