I'm addicted to the fire - Marina, Percy

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Most days, Marina had been doing magic with Percy in the evenings. (Some days they didn't do much in the way of magic, ending up with a few beers and tv instead. Hanging out at Percy's place was more fan than hanging out at her own without anyone there. If Percy was sick of her presence, he'd not yet made any mention of it.)

But late tonight they were at the theatre, Marina walking slowly around the filled tank of water, a sense of excitement building inside of her. This was her first time attempting it under water. She could undo the ropes, she could escape the bonds, but she'd not yet done it with the threat of drowning. It was new. It was terrifying. It was pretty amazing.

She turned over her shoulder and grinned at Percy. When they did this in a show she'd dress the part - the corset, the heels, the waterproof makeup. But tonight was practise and they needed to start slow, so she had taken off her shoes and striped down out of her clothes, leaving only her black tank top and matching boyshorts. She tied her hair up now into a tight bun and asked, "you ready?"

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Percy had grown up around illusionists and watching someone go into the tank the first time wasn't exactly a new experience, so he wasn't entirely sure why he was so goddamn nervous. Sure he was going to watch every second and they had worked out a hand signal for Marina to make if she was stuck and unable to get out, but his heart still felt like it was stuck in his throat.

Two years ago he had watched his brother very nearly die doing exactly this.

"I'm ready," he said, never betraying his nerves to Marina. Like she needed something else to distract her! "You remember how to slip the lock and then reach for the tank hinge?"