You're so cold
but you feel alive
His eyes on her was almost a tanglible thing. Shuddering under it, with warm sand under her feet, she took his hand. Quite forgetting that she'd promised herself to never do that sort of thing again. That nights like this one was a thing of the past. Never again she'd said, and now look at her. What a liar she was becoming.
The water came rushing in to meet her as she followed him into the sea. There was a song to it that sang through her veins, humming along to the tune of her magic. Somewhere there was a connection, and a heretical thought came to her, wondering if this was how the gods felt when they walked the earth. If they were as attuned to the people and the land as she felt to this water, this sand, this man by her side.
"I'm looking," she smiled, trying to keep steady as he let go. Pulled away. And she did keep her eyes on him as he moved, as he shifted, as he dove into the sea in the guise of a giant black something. Not the fish she called him, nor the whale they spoke of in the icy north. Something in between, something she did not have the name for, but had a pendant to explain it with... why had she picked that one, out of all of the options? Before she ever knew his name.
Again, there was a primal thrill at seeing the dark, ominous shape come surging towards her in the waves. He was gentle as he bumped her with his nose, but it was still quite a lot like a shove. Giving in to gravity, Maea let the force of it bring her down into the waves, breath held as she dove under the surf and reached her hands out to touch him, run hesitant, shy fingers over the rubbery smooth skin of that nose. Eyes open to fully see, in the glimmer of moonlight beneath the waves.
He was massive. And brutally, viciously beautiful.
The water came rushing in to meet her as she followed him into the sea. There was a song to it that sang through her veins, humming along to the tune of her magic. Somewhere there was a connection, and a heretical thought came to her, wondering if this was how the gods felt when they walked the earth. If they were as attuned to the people and the land as she felt to this water, this sand, this man by her side.
"I'm looking," she smiled, trying to keep steady as he let go. Pulled away. And she did keep her eyes on him as he moved, as he shifted, as he dove into the sea in the guise of a giant black something. Not the fish she called him, nor the whale they spoke of in the icy north. Something in between, something she did not have the name for, but had a pendant to explain it with... why had she picked that one, out of all of the options? Before she ever knew his name.
Again, there was a primal thrill at seeing the dark, ominous shape come surging towards her in the waves. He was gentle as he bumped her with his nose, but it was still quite a lot like a shove. Giving in to gravity, Maea let the force of it bring her down into the waves, breath held as she dove under the surf and reached her hands out to touch him, run hesitant, shy fingers over the rubbery smooth skin of that nose. Eyes open to fully see, in the glimmer of moonlight beneath the waves.
He was massive. And brutally, viciously beautiful.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
