Stavanger Bay 朴​念​仁 | bokunenjin

it wasn't illidan.

he didn't know the voice that came to him, decidedly feminine, nor did he recognize the piercing blue eyes that cut through the darkness. but wait. . . perhaps he did? he remembered the woman on the beach, of a similar appearance and demeanor.

still, this one seemed different. and so he came closer, abundantly curious. i thought you were someone else, cam explained briefly, shrugging. he stared at her, brows raised. what were you doing?

cam had never seen anyone just resting in the waves like that. it reminded him of his forays to the hot springs, but even that was calmer, without turbulence. the ocean was so fierce (angry, nieve had said); how did one relax within its embrace?