STONE

more oc stuff 
          i'm bored 
          
          TW;
          slightly suggestive.
          mention of light smut, not heavy.
          
          
          oh, where do i start?
          the touch of her fingertips grazing my skin made me go insane. i want her- she wanted ME.
          me? how could i, a sea-born, and a mortal woman, be?
          
          the thought only drifted away as she parted my legs, her hand wandering between my thighs. i dared to raise my head, our eyes meeting. a shiver shot up my spine. gods, i couldn't believe this was happening. she was so beautiful.
          under the canopy of the tree, moonlight shone off her, revealing every curve and bend of her body to my eyes.
          my eyes, my blessed eyes. she was beautiful.
          
          i shuddered once more when her hand touched my chest. i felt awkward, unsure what to do as she basically did all the work.
          my fins flared, my green skin against her warmer, tan. my face was hot, and i was sure it was flushed.
          she leaned closer to me, our bodies cupping each other lovingly.
          she smelled so good. I brought myself forward to nuzzle my face into the nook of her neck, the scent sweet. i shook, nervous. she shook too.
          
          i carefully placed a hand on her hips, my larger frame felt out of place, my palms stick with sweat. the sound of her sweet voice was like honey, vanilla. it made me drowsy.
          "foam..."
          "rose,"
          i breathed out her name.

to be you, to love you, to share you.
          i imagine you as a version of me, but.
          i am not the original.
          this isn't my body.
          i don't wish i was you, but i wish
          i wish that
          i wasn't just
          another system.

how is everyone doing, who sees this?
          i haven't asked in awhile.

'i want you',
          he wrote, his fingers moving rapidly over the uneven, yellowed paper.
          'i want your touch, the way the scent of salt lingers to your hair. your gaze is like an ocean, floods my soul, gives me life',
          foam let out a shaky breath, fingers trembling, gripping the pen she gave him. the pen she learned him how to write with. his fins flared, face feeling unbelievably hot.
          'i don't know how to describe, express YOU. sweet is too simple. you are my treasure- but that doesn't work either. treasure is stuff.
          ethereal. a celestial being, brought down by the stars to work as the pearl in the night. if the sun could not love you, perhaps i can. the ocean and the moon',

"sailors are wretched things."
          foam spoke, watching his hair fall like a waterfall against her darker strands, jet black and shifting sea-green mixing.
          he was so close to her beautiful face, he would've kissed her if there wasn't blood on her lips. dark, oozy liquid drooled out her mouth, an arrow stick right through her throat. foam wanted to throw up looking at the sight. her eyes were open, but they didn't meet his gaze. they showed no emotion, staring blankly at nothing, unblinking.

boo.

oh to love someone like achilles loved patroclus.

"How did you die?"
          "We er.... drowned in a bathtub."
          "All three of you?"
          "It was a big bathtub."

sometimes i wish i were important.

stories from styx. gods i love this song.
          no name.
          
          Let them rot, God of Thunder.
          If I’m not mistaken,
          that’s what you told me
          when my daughter was taken.
          
          Yet, there is no name for a mother losing her child,
          but there is a name for a brother in denial.
          For that bastard and cheater, he had all to gain.
          My Persephone was the one who was claimed!