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[kota]

Faline's henna features were strikingly contoured for a girl of her age, uniquely sculpted, with hurricane eyes set deep in her pretty skull. Eyes like that could swallow up even the strongest willed man into their depths had she set her sights on them. Salty waves cascade from a neck as elegant as a swan's with locks long enough to frame her narrow shoulders. Nothing about this girl was delicate, she was alluring, her presence intimidating, her youth overwhelming, nothing about her screamed 'dainty'. 

Even so, the girl acts as she is depicted, she is a rush of adrenaline, a free fall off a cliff face. She is a summer storm, a tropical storm, a cyclone, but then, so was her mother, and her grandfather even before that. She was bred to be a black hole and she had yet to prove herself as such, because she was soft. Soft as new velvet, as feathered down, or the flutter of eyelashes against cheekbones. The girl supposed she had gotten this quality from her father. She knew very little of him, had she known the right words she'd might have inquired about him before she had left her mother. Although, come to think of it, it was probably in her best interest that she hadn't, her mother had become less than amicable in those days preceding her departure.

Back in those days Faline had been stuck (maybe not physically but mentally),  and that was a concept that she, somehow, feared more than death. She found it easier to believe that dying was much more of an adventure than this stagnant mental state she had been sucked into. So maybe that's why she had left, because, to her, leaving was better than withering away until she died. Faline was no wallflower and she'd be damned if she was forced to live as such.

But now she was here, on the ever-changing Ethereal Sands. The constellations reflected onto the shifting earth, changing with every wave that crashed upon the shore. She watched as Jason defeated the Argonauts, as Prometheus gave the human race fire, as the world had been created and at first this had satisfied her. But as her eyes strained to maintain focus on the shoreline she couldn't help but feel as if she should set the history books she'd once been forced to study on fire. She needed something more.

 <3 Kezz

[Kezz]

I was alone when I burnt my home ■

Like a lighthouse, set high upon vast and unyielding shores, he was alone; drenched by the waves of solitude crashing perpetually against the walls of his solidarity. It hadn't always been this way - once he had known only the sweet sound of laughter and song fused together by a summer breeze. He had felt love, deeply. And it had bled into the crease of his smile, burning bright against the gloom - within such gloom lay a thousand dying suns, threatening to desecrate their gentle happiness with ruination. For a long time, innocence had been both crown and cradle to little Deodat, but - everything changed the day his father died. As Deo's softly-spun sapphire universe slowly began to slip from between his hands, he found it easier to shoulder the responsibility of caring for his weeping mother towards his older siblings. And in the end, he left because it was tearing him apart trying to stay. Everytime he caught his brother's gaze he saw Druid staring back, and in those moments the delicate fragments of his soul splintered just that little bit more.

So as he stood out upon the sand - tall, open, fading - he could not help but feel startled by the lilting scent of perfume nearby. It had been weeks since he'd even seen another soul, but that did not mar the shock in his glacier gaze as he turned to drink in the sight of a girl he never thought he'd see again. They had met only once before, as children, and my how she'd changed. Her body was a canvass of ochre and midnight, limbs a milelong carrying high those glass-hewn hips. She was a woman now, an enchanting one at that. But, those eyes: they had not changed at all. Even all these years later Deo felt himself a ship consumed by the storm harboured in her gaze. His mouth felt quite suddenly dry, and his skin unbearably hot as he dipped his head lower in a stifled, boyish greeting. "I wonder if it was the ocean's desire to see us meet again, Faline - " a half-smile, recalling their first union, and in his gaze lay a glimmer something old yet precious still.

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[kota]

Faline need not linger too long to finally get what she had been waiting for. "I wonder if it was the ocean's desire to see us meet again, Faline." The baritone of his voice vibrated through the sensitive tissue of her black tipped ears with a familiar lilt. The russet girl nearly gave herself whiplash in her haste to turn and face him. Her hurricane eyes glided over the ocean boy's features, from his feet, up the twilight blue of his long legs, across the navy lines of his muscular shoulders. Finally her tempestuous eyes settled on his face, where, if she was being completely honest with herself, she would admit that she would be completely satisfied with never straying her gaze. The corners of her lips begin to curl at the corners.  "If that is the case the ocean and I must have a lot in common, Deodat." She is grinning at him, an expression she normally has to force is finally genuine. He makes her feel genuine, nothing like the doll-face debutante she makes herself out to be. Something about the boy in the blue flannel made her feel lighter, and that made her want to be on her best behavior, she wouldn't let him slip through her fingers a second time.

He stood merely a few paces away from her and she felt the urge to shorten the distance. To take it upon herself to fulfill her need to be close to someone, to him. It was hardly coincidental that they are standing on this beach together, fate wanted this to happen. She let her sapling legs stretch across the shifting sands, bringing her closer to him. Stopping only when she was close enough to outstretch her neck and touch his cheek if she so wanted to. "I'd always hoped we'd see each other again. It would have been rather unfortunate had we not." Her gaze flickers back from the waves to settle on his. Ice blue, surely resembling the iceberg that had led to the demise of the Titanic. She could get lost in those eyes, for the mind behind them was incredibly mysterious to her. All she wanted was to learn more about this boy, the one she'd almost lost so long ago.

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[Kezz]

I was alone when I burnt my home ■

The blue-clothed boy recalled clearly the way his father had spoken about Faline's mother: his voice saturated with a deep warmth, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth - but there had been a third dimension to Druid's tone, one that Deodat would never fully forget. It had been indefinable; not quite sadness but something close to it, and he'd always wondered why it had even been present in the first place. Perhaps now he was about to find out. For as Faline drew closer, wearing such a dazzling smile, the young man felt that same warmth in the marrow of his bones - blooming indefinitely. It seemed so strange to him that they should meet here, upon these sands, after all this time. Had she been delivered to free him from the black shackles of his grief? What had he done to deserve such a gift? Guilt wracked his frame as the face of his woe-stricken mother arose, I should never have left her. Deo's voice cracked as he spoke, softly as ever. "The universe works in mysterious ways, I suppose." A strained smile, unable to shake the growing anxiety lying heavily across his back. "Why... why did you leave home?"

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