Muscles taut enough to border on the brink of painful wound themselves impossibly tighter as unexpected downward movement jostled him, and the curling of insistent fingers gripping at him like a lifeline did little to ease the endlessly rising tension. Externally no flicker of emotion gave way to any inner musings or the panic that had settled itself firmly within his chest, which for once left him thankful that he could effortlessly will expressions away due to years of practice. A huff of thinly veiled indignation slipped from between lips pressed into a firm line as Atticus briefly spared a side glance at Aaron for prodding at him with the loaded question, but he remained impassive to it. “Ah yes, do forgive me. This is such a mundane situation that I should have expected to end up descending within a bubble to an unknown destination in the ocean.” No heat tinted the tone of his words, but his usual sarcastic edge practically dripped from them to indicate his current mood concerning the …show more content…
In an effort to quell the fragmented thoughts running rampant through his mind Atticus turned steady eyes—colored a vibrant shade of sapphire—to span across the surroundings lying beyond the bubble encompassing them. Breathtaking; that was the only description he was able to provide for the view currently reaching as far as the eye could see in every direction and even then the word didn’t truly do it proper justice. Aquatic creatures swam close enough to touch if one dared to raise their hand; however, he had no intentions of tempting fate by brushing against whatever foreign material made up the pocket of safety presently taking the brunt force and pressure that the gallons upon gallons of water were undoubtedly