loracarol | voice like waves/kisses like tears

He met her in the light of the sun and the darkness where the sun never touched. A lady, beautiful, wise, and kind.

Ugly, tempremental, and cruel.

He gave himself to her willingly as she surrounded him, holding him within herself, turbulent on the surface, calm below.

“Stay with me. Always stay with me. Please.”

He was not used to begging, but this woman was crushing him with her love, embracing him with her power. He would beg, do anything for her.

“Please.
          Please.
                    Please.
                              Please.
                                        Please."

She whispered into his bones the sound of waves, caressing with an ebb and flow that cradled him. Every bit of him felt alive more than ever before, every bone, every nerve, every breath, every kiss.

"Marry me?"

Stupid. So Stupid. That was a ritual too base for her. Too restrictive. Too containing.

"Yes."

She breathed the answer in the quiet of a storm, her eyes all knowing, her touch all consuming.

"The Lady isn't mine, though."

She couldn't be, she was as wild as the sea, and as dangerous and loving. But he could pretend as they took each other in the half light of the underwater. As she took what he gave her, and gave him more than he had sought. Her kisses were as salty as he expected them to be, as the winds- the ocean.

Kaldur woke up in a sea cave, alone but for the sounds of gulls, a tattoo of a ring around his finger, and the taste of tears on his lips.

The sound of waves saying "I love you".

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