Cerulean Cape listen [m]

i couldn't resist and this got kinda big x.x

she had thought the willows had been the last time and, perhaps, she had sworn in her heart it would be the last time.

she could not play make believe with asmodeus in ancient ruins when she sought to build new upon the queendom of sapphique.

the thought of wives had danced in her heard, in her sleep. thoughts of men for nothing more than family making but oh how her heart thrummed when she thought of him. pale, fitted just for her it felt, even when he wore the perfume of many.

and so it felt proper (as much as it did cruel) for him to be here on the coast, his call clear and familiar.

she was lost to the sea breeze, drenched in the culture and saltwater of her coastal life as quick as one could be, but she rode the waves to him. a coat that once carried the debris of mountains was now clean, peppered with crystals of the sea salt, a soft dusting of sand on her underside.

she felt as if she was a new woman, but familiar to him all the same.

it would be from some sand stretch away that she gazed upon him, wondering if he might spot her or if he would await someone more vocal to heed his familiar call.