#simple fantasy

[softest-royalty]

Imagine... someone stroking your hand so softly... and looking at you so lovingly... like you're their entire world...

[first-draft-fiction]

The skies were as gray as the sands, the wreck stood sturdy in the slow crashing waves as if it was a natural part of the beach, the wanderer cared little for the surprising beauty it created.  Rumors of treasure in shipwrecks are par for the course in the life they’d chosen, it was doubtful this one would be any different....they hoped.  Luckily, the ship still bore the gaping hole that had no doubt led to its current situation , an easy entry point.  Slowly the wanderer creeped into the mangled below decks, surely the treasure was in one of those cabins or storage rooms.  “Ah-Ha!  Of course that’s where it is, it was so obvio-”

*Zap*

The warlock was pretty sick of adventurers showing up in their house all the time.