The water ebbed and flowed as he waited, the gentle crashing against the shore lulling him in and out of his most intimate thoughts. Would she come this time? If he had known the fear and anger Adria had felt that day when the island stood against Vulgaris' wishes he would of followed her back into the crushing depths of the sea. As it was, Jakub had seen no such feelings on the sea mare, not even a quiver of a lip.
He knew she was impossibly strong, one of the many attributes that had drawn him to her. The last time they had talked she had pulled him in, igniting his feelings on fire to douse them just as quickly. He knew before she had resisted because of the plans she had had for Ischia. He didn't know why, but he knew he interfered with those plans and so she kept him at an arms length.
Was it selfish for him to hope that because those dreams where not possible now that there would be room for him? Most certainly. He was not a man that took advantage of these situations but he could not force himself away from her, he could not force her out of his mind, out of his heart.
His midnight eyes caught the glimmer of her as she rose from the seas edge. He turned slowly as she transformed from one beautiful form to the next. Her curves called to him as he stretched his muscular neck towards her, the breath he had taken caught in his throat.
The title she greeted him with pulled a one-sided smile to his maw. He moved closer to Adria, his hulking form moving surprisingly graceful as the muscles stretched and collapsed along his broad chest and legs. Adria. he said simply, that one simple name holding the magnitude of all his feelings. The deep blues of his eyes seemed to twist and turn, darkening in his appreciation for the woman in front of him, the heat in his belly mirrored in those two midnight mirrors. He moved to run his velvety lips down her softly curved cheek, his teeth gently grazing the tenderness of her hide. I've been looking for you.
JAKUB
and out he came, holding his brothers heel
@[Adria]