watson-sighs-and-tuts:”(…)he did not dream often—that was a human thing—a
watson-sighs-and-tuts: ”(…)he did not dream often—that was a human thing—after Father had told him about his sister sinking the ship, he had dreamed of her. Jonathan dreamed of a girl standing in the sea with hair like scarlet smoke coiling over her shoulders, winding and unwinding in the untameable wind. Everything was stormy darkness, and in the raging sea were pieces of wreckage that had once been a boat and bodies floating face down. She looked down on them with cool green eyes and was not afraid. Clarissa had done that, wreaked destruction like that, like he would have. In the dream, he was proud of her. His little sister. In the dream, they were laughing together at all the beautiful ruin around them. They were standing suspended in the sea, it couldn’t hurt them, destruction was their element. Clarissa was looking down as she laughed, trailing her moonlight-white hands in the water. When she lifted up her hands they were dark, dripping: he realized that the seas were all blood. Jonathan had woken from his dream still laughing.” (x) -- source link