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 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | angst, romance, mature oneshot   ― 𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.  XENIA: ❛ Greek: ξενία, romanized: xenía, meaning "guest-friendship" or 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮. ❜  ―𝐓ake cover, whoever dares go to sea. Take cover for she is not inviting and does not caress with a gentle hand. She is a force to be reckoned and will toss and turn and throw you to shore. She'll remind you why the waters are dark and cold till you wander no more. But the sea wasn't always this rageful. She was once peaceful and steady and calm. She'd push sailors and their ships and made sure they'd return to their loved ones that have waited too long. Because back then, the sea 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. No one truly knew where the heart of the sea was kept. Protected and bound in the depths of the ocean where no man could touch, see or reach. A place where even light couldn't creep in, take a peek, see what the sea's heart looked like, felt like. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦. The story goes that a man tossed overbored a trading ship, slowly sunk and gave up his air. She, even if not one to interfere, could still feel his slowly withering heartbeat reverberate along the waters. So slow, calm, and gentle, almost like her own. And she pushed him ashore, watched from afar within the rocks, pitch-black hair flowing with the ocean breeze, dancing in the air like the algae in the ocean. She watched his almost lifeless body so still, like her waters when she slept. And she got closer, close enough to touch dry land, close enough to lean over him and take in the handsome man. She got close enough to take the water right out of his lungs just as he took the breath out of her own. She took a step back as he coughed and sat up, his lungs filling with something other than her. But the sea was a curious one and this man was so close, and even when his dark eyes met hers and when he asked who she was. She couldn't deny him an answer. "I am the sea, of course." And the man furrowed his brows, slowly standing, slowly approaching, she left one foot in the water, the other on sand, watching with a glinting wonder as he came closer. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. "The sea is a woman?" He questioned. And she smiled, laughed, crashed her waves in wonder. "There is nothing else the sea would be if not a woman, if not a natural mother, a natural destroyer." He lifted a brow as she lifted her nose, her pride swimming along her bare chest. "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥." He whispered. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥. The see suddenly fell quiet, calm, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭. A reaching hand searched curiously for hers and she allowed him to. And all at once, as they touched, the sea furiously shook. Crashing waves along the rocks, shaky waters far off land. The fish swimming aimlessly and the sea's heart shining, screaming: 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙤! Indigo blue! deep within the darkness. And she asked, "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" shaky voice like her waters. And with a smile maybe too sweet, he answered. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧." And that is a tale for another time at most, for the moon was cursed to live amongst the men until he were gifted light to shine down upon. Realizing the man was indeed no man at all, the sea pulled away and he pulled her back. "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤," he whispered. And she stayed, slowly rehearsing what would become their usual dance, day after day as they met when the sun took its rest. And the tail goes that the sea fell in love with the moon and the moon loved her back. They touched, kissed, made love to one another, giving sailors a swift sale and people a view. The sea showed it's hospitality, the deep blue waters turning turquoise when it giggled. The villages were teeming with fish and food and sales as the sea found her home in the moon's arms. Until one day. Chest rich with unsparing love, the sea swam down, and down and lower. Retrieving her one true precious possession to gift to her lover. The light could finally see her Safire blue heart as she reached out her hand and placed it upon his palm. And her smile shone like the sun against the coral reef, but it never reached his lips. Because the moon knew what this meant as he held the light with all his might. And he cried as leaned in to reach her lips one last time, touch her one last time, love her one last time. Because it was indeed the last. In a blink of an eye, he was no longer there, the blinding light above shining in her indigo blue. That was 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚!" But he never spoke back, and he never returned. Yet he pulled while she pushed and she screamed. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰!" She broke his curse while he broke her heart. And they danced every day, not a waltz, but a tango. Indigo blue turning red as she wrecked ships and sunk men. So take cover, whoever dares go to sea. Take cover for she is not inviting and does not caress with a gentle hand. For the sea has a broken heart and she shows no mercy to no men. Take cover and beware of the lady in blue, with her deep-sea dark locks and her 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.