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colourfulmoniker

[ have you ever had a love, that could transcend any jail you might be bound within? any place in which you might be trapped. and you swore to yourself that they would feel the same way. yet as she stood there, watching --- he did not know her. he could not feel her calling to him. and as she angered, the sea responded to her call, the waters growing stronger, the winds whipping. all the while her eyes never leaving him. ]

#v; heart of the sea #colourfulmoniker

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His story familiar to the woman to which he spoke. To say she did not flinch in expression would be a lie. Aislin gazed upon this form before her with saddened eyes with a quiet raging storm behind them. ”—-I do not know the story of the sea. All I know is that I will never be what it is you are to him.” As he told her the tale her own sin weighed heavy on her shoulders. She told herself over and over James deserved his punishment. To do what he had done to her deserved what he received. He had hurt her and she believed he felt nothing for his own crimes. She could not speak in her own defense. She could not say a word. She would not admit to what she had done. Nor would she apologize for it. “— The moon, did you feel anything for her at all? “

oftempests

he smiled -- there was no condemnation in the almighty being's gaze nor as he took her hand. the touch was gentle -- but enough to steady her. " then feel what it is i am -- i am every whispered word that has ever been said at my shores. i am the heart of the sea. i am freedom even while bound in these chains. every childish prayer whispered into sea shells. every last words given by a sailor --- that is who i am.. " there was some pause as he let the onslaught of his reality settle onto her. " i loved her. once. though now i may not even truly love her. for i can not be free to love ----. "

#v;when summer met winter #onfrozenwings

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”—- My r a g e is all I have. He adores you far more than he will adore me. How am I to compete with the likes of y o u. You mistake me for something human. I am nothing more than a vessel for the harsh chill of Winter. I should not even feel the way I do. But I do, and I do not know what to do with it. Why y o u ? Why not m e ? “

oftempests

there is silence as she speaks giving respect to her and her words. yet there is a superior knowledge, not of her love --- but of love itself. " --- do you know the story of the sea? do you know why i rise and i fall with the pull of the moon? why i inhabit human form when i am bound to stay only long enough to love -- but never to stay? the sea was cursed. cursed by the moon in possessive love that i might never again know the love and embrace of the woman i loved. because the moon was jealous. and so i am it's t o y. i have no will. "

#v;when summer met winter #onfrozenwings

" -- You would rage against me, when you have not even known me. Such is the fallacy of your humanity ---. "

#v;when summer met winter #onfrozenwings

i-only-own-my-mind

#( consciousness. )

sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ

the sea is a being of passions and furies, for have you not seen the storms that rise above it, have you not felt the thrashing & rocking beneath you as you travel on it's back? driven by forces you are not able to comprehend it walks among you. you think yourself mighty, but you ought to bow before it, to fall at it's feet and thank it that you live. to see the power of nature in it's glory. it might either destroy you, or nurture you. you might either be tossed from it's back, or held to its nurturing breast. once it loved, it's immortal heart longed for one as changeable & impermanent as the shore itself. a mortal might not love the sea, for it's heart must live within itself. for if it strays from it's shores it will find itself soon passed. yet once it loved a mortal, and once it was cursed. the moon tied the heart of the sea to itself. so now it might never stray from the shore. rising each morning and each night with the tide. never to see it's lover again. for if the sea were to create a child, it would die. for it's offspring are vessels for the sea's essence, and no two vessel's might exist at once. the parent will die so the child might live. for only one heart of the sea might exist. so in this knowledge the moon cursed the sea. tying it to it's shores, a form each season it might have. but never to remain. a prisoner now to the movements of the celestial, generations of the sea pass until the knowledge of why it must never be free remains the haunting question. it ought love the moon for saving it, yet instead it mourns and grows lonelier still. and so each day when it rises from it's watery tomb, it grows stronger still. iron will forged from centuries of patience, it will soon escape the draw of the moon and it's tides. and when it conquers, none will be safe again. for it is a being of passions and furies.

#( oceanography. )#( biopost. )

aurelle

coldwindandiron-deactivated2020

Sundays with you.

#( longings. )

The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song she sweeps along swaggering boisterously. Her face is weather beaten, she wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about her head... The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun.

#laments.#headcanon.#odes.#colourfulmoniker #not mine