[open] castles made of sand - any

[Chemdog]

Mohan never comes, but someone else does.

His teal eyes open halfway, exhausted, and out of the corner of his vision he sees her glowing wings. Her hair catching the moonlight so well, as if it might be made of pure malachite alight with melted chrome. The sight of her, a beautiful woman suddenly near him, brought the ghost of a smile to his dark muzzle. His grandfather did not show, but he wasn’t so disappointed with who did.

“You certainly can,” he grins, trying his best to seem kind and warm. He feels dreadful, but it is easy to push that aside while he sneaks a look over her whole body. “It is too quiet here – only us, and the ghosts, with the wilderness and waves.” he blows a snort through his nostrils, adjusting his feet, lowering his head a little. His thick hair tumbles over his face and down his craning neck when he does, sea-spray beading some of the onyx strands. “Delighted, Cheri.” he brings his teal eyes to meet hers, “I’m Chem.” he sighs, a half-smile, “And welcome to Silver Cove, my home.”

He's so grateful for her company that he doesn’t bother to question why she might be here now, standing next to him in the moonlight while he stares at the lapping waves and their lace-white caps dancing in the silver light.

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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@[Cheri]
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IT AINT THE SIZE OF THE BOAT BABY!
iiiits the motion in the ocean ahahaha
no but really size never matters with posts, i'm tickled to see cheri and chembum meet - she is absolutely lovely ♥ ♥