CleoKali — Nyx - gagged with verdant plant and rotting wood - is wedged fast into the river rock by the mossy bough I've bound her to, her form plied and pulled by the water, inhabiting space in shapes determined by it's surges and swells. I move my body around hers, manipulating the force and flow of the torrent as I touch her, intermittently submerging, holding her under 'til both of us are left trembling, though not for the temperature...