#ocean imagery

[almostlight]

Salt stung

I held you like water and you slipped through, slow and deliberate like the tide withdrawing secrets from a shore that begged to be kissed You murmured storms into my mouth, lips salt stung, breath bruised with longing and the shame of everything unspoken And I still taste the hush of you the way your hands clung not to hold, but to haunt

— n.a., Almost Light

[overwhelmingurges]

[octoeel]

[gold-and-rubies]

Daughter of the Sea

She sat on the rock facing the ocean, not particularly caring that her dark hair was being pushed into her face. It made it feel as though the waters were beckoning her, drawing her towards the waves. 

This is the only time she felt some peace. The smell of the sea filling her nose, the mist on her face and neck. Though the steadiness of the rock was nothing like the gentle sway of a ship, she spent enough time on docks for it to be enough. 

So much had changed. She had lost her family, and if she were to tell anyone who would help her the truth she doubted they would believe her. So many already doubted her, didn’t believe in her. Those that did, they never bothered to do anything in return for her selflessness.

Her heart filled with sorrow as she felt the storm approaching. She would attend to her duties, even if it hurt her. She had a feeling she knew what would come with the storm, what it would entail. It hurt to think of what she might have to do, but she would sacrifice anything to keep the innocents safe. Not only was it right, but she swore to, and she was a woman of her word.

She heard footsteps approaching. The sand crunched quietly under their boots. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes, sights set on the horizon. Sheathing her sword and hefting her sword, she slid off the rock she sat on. She would make sure the people saw smooth seas again.

[dhyan-se]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This pair of films is just stupendous and deserves all its flowers and accolades.

Here's a little something from my end, an attempt at paying tribute.

Its first chapter was written in December. Its second one in April.

The playlist (also linked within the prose):

Your feedback is appreciated as always.

Much Love,

Dhyan x

[watching-the-apocalypse]

I feel like I've been here forever

they will give me my sailor hat and I will sail on the seas of life

The freedom in the sails feels like rejection

just as I had gotten on my feet am I being placed in an even bigger lake, where I cannot even comprehend that there will be a shore

[theghostslim]

Seafaring by me, 2023

Inspired by being at ocean and somewhat by “Sea Cryptid Lovesong” by 2 mello

[bonnie--belle]

Submersion (28.12.21)

You said you could still feel My hands running over you The same way One can still feel The waves lulling them After a day in the ocean. Well, I can still see The ripples in your iris Pooling out into tiny swirls Of mist, which I fall into. I am, in fact, swept, into the Current of your breathing, As your chest moves up and Down, below my cheek. For so long, I felt as though You were at such a low tide, That I’d never reach your Infinitely unchartered depths, But I feel finally that I am Immersed and irrevocably Sinking.