12-01-2017, 12:14 AM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
The sun was weak as lit up the world around him. It moved and played on the water as it flowed with the reflection of the ripples. He found himself staring out into the ocean, his breath stolen away by the sheer beauty of it. Until a bright light caught him unawares…
The only thing that happened next would remain as a stain on Grimdark’s memory for the rest of his life. The mythology of what he found himself looking at next was the way the light played off the back of the scales of a beautiful creature that moved and played with the waves as if she were one of them. The color of moon and sun, she mesmerized him instantly. His thick hair hung matted and full of sand, obscuring his vision, and the way his mouth shamelessly hung open. The light played off her body and cast a shadow across the water. The water droplets slid off her—slick, as if she were dipped in oil. A thing of the sea—and he, a man of the sea, found a walking visage of his mistress made flesh.
She speaks to him then—and Grim, in his social stupidity, he has not seen her coming—and he stumbles backwards. Hello. Are you new to Nerine?
Nerine. Nerine.
What the fuck is a Nerine?
He coughs, shifting his weight in the weakened sand, feeling his reserve pulling away at his suave exterior.
“A what? A who?”
And there went the suave. He is just a dirty little boy, staring at a pretty little girl.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure