Picture by the Moonlite.

É r e b o s .



they both were in the water, but she stood further in. enticing him forward, he stepped a few feet nearer to her side. the way she spoke his name made his body relax; setting deeper ease into his taut muscles. as she offered her own name, he was somehow not taken aback by her rather formal calling. identification. he thought on it, and wondered why she was given it. nonetheless, he took it & made it noteworthy, pondering of their next meeting because he intended to see her again.
she spoke as if they did not reside within the same space. her perspectives felt whimsical and unrealistic-, refreshing and awkward to his stark rigidity. truly, these two were opposites in the flesh. "I rather not.." he admitted. not even sure of the meaning. he took on too serious of a role in life to play. but.. no one else was near, right? he looked about, as if checking before turning to her. "How does one's inner child come out to play?," he nearly whispered over the sound of soft ocean waves that foamed at his chest. rather large, the water did not drown him out like it might've done her. "please be careful." he could not help but be doting, his strong urge to protect her seeping out through his aura.


"Talk" "Think"