Black Morass glowbell [m]

they had an accord. teya watched with flicked ears as kynareth fed his massive form into the water and emerged with a fish that seemed smaller than it was within his jaws. on some plane the violet was impressed at his skill, how the largesse of his body did not fault him when it came to speed. but on more aspects than that, teya wondered how she might appear so delicate-boned in his grasp.
the coolwater eyes warmed teasingly; she cut backward against the black water, arcing in a gentle semi-circle as she moved into the core of the morass, where her feet no longer touched the slimy bed.
peaches. teya did not like the moniker, but she enjoyed the way the edges of it fell velvet against his tongue. it was not an epithet, only something cute. soft. glowing, where the newly made woman wanted to be angles and severity and demand.
"you touch," and she grinned, dipping her own head out of sight to chivvy a larger fish to the surface, a bony haunted thing with a string of burrlike teeth. gently, breath held in the way that she had been practicing, until she swung it up in a sudden gasp, muck clinging to her ash-sunned features.