01-12-2017, 02:21 PM
Stillwater
He dropped it on the bank, pressed it carefully into the loam to secure it. A breath tugged the scent back to him again; the sea. His heart ached and he dropped himself to the damp earth beside it with a clink of his chain. It was only a seashell. Just a shell. A gift. He'd never been shown such kindness. It was new, and strange, and subdued him into thoughtful silence as he stared out at the water. Staring. Thinking. Brooding.
No, screw this.
He got up and walked into that eager lover's embrace, water licking at his skin with its own thirst. Thirst for him. He closed his eyes and his head tilted back, breathing deeply. Water was the only one that would ever accept him fully, love him entirely, want him endlessly. This was where he belonged. It would never hurt him, and he could never harm it either. He hung his head and sighed, his breath kissing the surface with little ripples. Solitary.
That wet odor, as clean and clear as this little lake, wasn't as soothing as he'd expected. His shoulders still felt heavy, and the lack of something was growing more and more apparent. He was reluctant to wash the brine of sea from his coat, but he needed this, and his head dunked under the surface. Black whips of hair slapped him as he lifted and shook it out. But he didn't return to the water's edge.
Instead he kept it at his back, and stared across the surface of the water. To the distance, where he knew it was so deep. Dark and deep and empty.
Like him.
No, screw this.
He got up and walked into that eager lover's embrace, water licking at his skin with its own thirst. Thirst for him. He closed his eyes and his head tilted back, breathing deeply. Water was the only one that would ever accept him fully, love him entirely, want him endlessly. This was where he belonged. It would never hurt him, and he could never harm it either. He hung his head and sighed, his breath kissing the surface with little ripples. Solitary.
That wet odor, as clean and clear as this little lake, wasn't as soothing as he'd expected. His shoulders still felt heavy, and the lack of something was growing more and more apparent. He was reluctant to wash the brine of sea from his coat, but he needed this, and his head dunked under the surface. Black whips of hair slapped him as he lifted and shook it out. But he didn't return to the water's edge.
Instead he kept it at his back, and stared across the surface of the water. To the distance, where he knew it was so deep. Dark and deep and empty.
Like him.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it