Sequoia Coast your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark

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The wraith’s affinity with the ocean was enough to keep him awake through the hours of the night while the pale woman slept in his chest. The gentle rising and falling of her body was relaxing to him, as was the lapping of the waves as the water stretched out to meet him. He had known nothing but peace when he was there, by the water, and he could not have imagined his life anywhere else. The brute did wonder, though, if the green-eyed witch was as fond of the swell as he, or if she simply had remained there to humor some of his more intense obsessions.
 
Once the girl began to stir, Skellige blinked himself from his trance and glanced down to meet her gaze as she peered up to him. His expression was the same as it always had been: stern, intense. Still, he noted how the warmth in her expression seemed to thaw the chill of his heart and he pressed his nose to her cheek before pulling away with a ghost of a smile lingering on his dark lips. “You slept for many hours,” he breathed quietly.
 

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