Stavanger Bay as if anyone could wait for you

the moment sprang eternal, one to be etched in velen's mind forever. but he wanted to look at her now, and so welcomed her departure from his arms, the way her eyes glowed with humour and some deep emotion. "maybe. no. not technically. shut up," the ceto rumbled good-naturedly, reaching to brush her guard hairs with his lips before settling his eyes upon the seaglass of her own again.
gods, he would never grow tired looking at her. the thought pleased velen as much as it terrified him, but he drove it away with a smile. dalia had been on the verge of saying something, he thought, and kept silent in anticipation.