12-12-2018, 08:33 AM
There are some things he does not try to hunt, some creatures that are safe from the ravenous hunger. They are infrequent things, but as he ages the list of them has grown longer. His family – mostly – and his kelpie children. The sharp-toothed whales who sing a song not so different from his mother’s. The inky blackness at the very bottom of the sea and the creatures that dwell in it.
For all her brightness, Lirren is reminiscent of those deep shadows, her pretty face as bright as the blue-ringed octopus that lies in wait in the coral beds. She is not of the sea, but there is something about her that keeps her just as safe as if she were. Perhaps it is just her unnatural star magic that keeps him at a distance, or perhaps it is something more.
The star magic is what he tells himself, because the way the water slides along her sides stirs an unmistakable need. If she’d just put the light away he’d have already taken her, drawn her beneath the moonlit sea for a swim that would ultimately satisfy them both. Mostly himself, of course, but he is not entirely selfish.
“You should come to mine, then.” He tells her, remaining still in the water with only his flicking tail to steady him against the current. “Ischia glows too.” In a better, more natural way than she does, but there is no need to say that aloud. Perhaps his island will inspire her to dim her glow, to allow him near enough that he might see how deep the hunger goes. He has seen a lantern fish just once, had told Lothbrok it was the offspring of the sun and the sea. There is a chance, he thinks, if she’d just put away the stars.
@[Lirren]
even if he doesn't know it he is so grateful she can't read minds lolol
For all her brightness, Lirren is reminiscent of those deep shadows, her pretty face as bright as the blue-ringed octopus that lies in wait in the coral beds. She is not of the sea, but there is something about her that keeps her just as safe as if she were. Perhaps it is just her unnatural star magic that keeps him at a distance, or perhaps it is something more.
The star magic is what he tells himself, because the way the water slides along her sides stirs an unmistakable need. If she’d just put the light away he’d have already taken her, drawn her beneath the moonlit sea for a swim that would ultimately satisfy them both. Mostly himself, of course, but he is not entirely selfish.
“You should come to mine, then.” He tells her, remaining still in the water with only his flicking tail to steady him against the current. “Ischia glows too.” In a better, more natural way than she does, but there is no need to say that aloud. Perhaps his island will inspire her to dim her glow, to allow him near enough that he might see how deep the hunger goes. He has seen a lantern fish just once, had told Lothbrok it was the offspring of the sun and the sea. There is a chance, he thinks, if she’d just put away the stars.
@[Lirren]
even if he doesn't know it he is so grateful she can't read minds lolol