[It doesn't even initially register as a kiss. More than anything, it feels like survival, a tease of air after choking seconds without, the burn in his lungs at an unbearable point as unconsciousness begins to prickle black in the corners of his awareness. This is the last chance. Cain latches onto it automatically, fingertips gouging into broad shoulders in a bruising grasp as their mouths seal together and he inhales, even if there's nothing to swallow. It doesn't matter; soon, the brutal cage of breathlessness eases around his lungs and he begins to breathe again, filtering particles through thick lake water. That blue gem is an eerie glow in the murky darkness, but it causes his eyes to blink open in bewilderment and focus on the boy he's desperately clinging to.
Who… the fuck?
Even as Cain's head goes back like a horse trying to shake off some persistent itch, relief washes clear-headedness back in. He's not dying. He's not going to die. His mouth opens in a burst of bubbles to impulsively try to speak, voice a low warbling vibration that forms no intelligible words.
Then, in the corner of his eye, he sees a dark shape streaking toward them. Cain's foot comes out to kick it on the head(?) reflexively—a slow, inarticulate movement but enough to stun the creature and send it lashing off in a different direction. One of his arms waves wildly after, the other still wrapped around the boy's shoulders, legs kicking uselessly, still not knowing how to use his body to swim. He tries to mouth words through more bubbles:
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Who… the fuck?
Even as Cain's head goes back like a horse trying to shake off some persistent itch, relief washes clear-headedness back in. He's not dying. He's not going to die. His mouth opens in a burst of bubbles to impulsively try to speak, voice a low warbling vibration that forms no intelligible words.
Then, in the corner of his eye, he sees a dark shape streaking toward them. Cain's foot comes out to kick it on the head(?) reflexively—a slow, inarticulate movement but enough to stun the creature and send it lashing off in a different direction. One of his arms waves wildly after, the other still wrapped around the boy's shoulders, legs kicking uselessly, still not knowing how to use his body to swim. He tries to mouth words through more bubbles:
Fucking go!]