“Drunk already, human?”
“Heh, yeah [...] I’m kinda a lightweight.”
“I apologize for antagonizing you then.”
“You’re not sorry at all.”
“You’re right, I’m not.”
An early birthday present for KI56, on her fic:
‘The Tide of Peace that Brings New Horizons’.
Strands of green and brown mix in Langebaan Lagoon on the South African coast in this astronaut photograph. The shallow tidal estuary has a sandy floor and, since no river flows into it, the deeper green sections seen here are channels carved solely by the back-and-forth flow of the tides. (Image credit: NASA; via NASA Earth Observatory)
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The aurora tides of your eyes bathe me in the ebbs and swells of your soul. My siren's heart rises up to frolic in your waters and sings in your currents as they caress each scale with the ardor of your zeal. I drown in fire and water as a new dawn rises in my soul, as your eyes stamp your possession in my soul.
Text: The tide is a dangerous thing here, coming in all at once in a maelstrom of crashing waves. We race sand skips in the danger zone, risking our lives for some cash, and the thrill.