⋆˙⟡ 𝓹oseidon’s tears ˎˊ˗ 🪼
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ᅠ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵ 𓈒 𝓼𝑒𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐𝒽 𓏸 ⠀ 𝓹ark 𝓱a͟e͟r͟y͟u͟ n ᵎᵎ ⠀𓇼 ୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 … ? ❞ i have seen 𝕲𝐎𝐃𝐒 weep beneath my 𝔀aves … ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ PEOPLE HAVE SACRIFICED ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ E͟V͟E͟R͟Y͟T͟H͟I͟N͟G ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ IN THE NAME OF ➳𝓛𝑶𝑽𝑬 。 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ AND 𝑌𝑂𝑈——WHAT HAVE YOU ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀RISKED IN 𝙼𝚈 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ? ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝓕𝑨𝑪𝑬 ME. BE HONEST 。 ᅠ
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ᅠ every tide carries a secret; i merely whisper it back. ᅠ
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the fins unfurl behind him in languid, opulent ribbons — diaphanous and fluttering, like the trailing veils of a betta fish, each movement blooming through the water with effortless, mesmerising grace.
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he slips beneath the surface in one seamless, liquid motion, the sea parting around him, where his legs had been, they dissolve and entwine, reshaping themselves into a resplendent tail of soft rose and blush, delicate as living silk.
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&. further into the waiting shore. “come on,” he murmurs softly. “it’s far too beautiful a day to remain standing still.”
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riven lifts his face toward the breeze, eyelids fluttering closed as it greets him like an old friend, tender and knowing. when he turns back to the man beside him, a gentle smile curves along his lips, quiet and genuine, as he steps &.
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&. along the shore in soft, rhythmic sighs. it is a language he has always understood. a familiarity that lives not only in memory, but in the marrow of his being.
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&. bare toes into the yielding warmth of the sand, grounding himself in its quiet embrace. above them, seagulls cry out as they wheel across the open sky, their distant calls carried on the salt air, while the tide breathes in and out &.
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“i was able to move forward because i chose to forgive them and leave it all where it belonged,” he says, offering a faint, almost fragile shrug. he slips free of his slippers, gathering them loosely in his hands before pressing his &.
ㅤ He has not been aware of how near they were to the shore until he feels the cold beach breeze caressing his face, moving strands of hair away. As he can even taste the salt on his lips, he keeps walking, finally stopping at the gap which kept concrete away … ㅤ
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“well, uhm. thank you,” he murmurs sheepishly, before hesitating, voice dipping into quiet embarrassment. “i hope i didn’t drool … ?”
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his cheeks flare a brilliant crimson at the remark, warmth blooming uncontrollably across his face as his hand drifts to the back of his neck in a nervous, self-conscious gesture.
ㅤ ‘ It's okay. You are a pretty sleeper, by the way. You are welcomed to rest on my shoulder whenever you feel like it. ’ As long as he gets to hear more about those random dreams of his. ㅤ
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and in the gentle pull of the tide, there is something that feels like home.
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&. greeting. the breeze curls through his hair, carrying with it the quiet promise of belonging. “but i grew from it,” he continues softly, gaze fixed upon the horizon.
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even now, they linger with startling clarity, as vivid as if they had been spoken only yesterday. he exhales slowly. the shoreline reveals itself before them, the sea stretching wide and endless, its familiar breath reaching for him in &.
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&. the tension slip away. “i have been hurt more than i can remember.” the words are soft, but they carry the weight of every whisper once spoken behind his back, every quiet cruelty that had carved its shape into his memory.
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&. memory in his presence. this, he keeps guarded — a secret carried in the quiet depths of himself. “yes,” he answers at last. his fingers tighten briefly around the strap of his bag, grounding himself in the present before he lets &.
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&. ocean to bend in subtle recognition. they do not know this truth. no one does. they do not see the way fish gather in silent reverence when he descends into their world, nor how the reefs seem to tremble with something akin to &.
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he is not human — not wholly. he is something older, something born of tide and salt, a creature of the sea draped in the careful illusion of earthly form. there is a quiet authority in his existence, an ancient force that calls the &.
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