She woke up floating.
Well not exactly floating. She was on a bed but she felt like she was floating and she wasn't dead or in fact dying. She felt pretty normal despite the fact that she was underwater. She risked her peaceful slumber and opened her eyes squinting at the light. Her every breath was inhaling water and letting out bubbles. She wasn't drowning, she felt ecstatic.
She never wanted to experience that again, the feeling of helplessness and emptiness. She had just accepted her death so quickly. She held her hand up to the ceiling, the light shined on her fingers. The room was fit for royalty. Queen-sized bed, shells decorated on the walls and around the room. The actual covers were made out of seaweed, pearls and other sea plants. Beautiful gemstones were littered around and the floor was spongey like coral.
Was she really in Atlantis? A fantasy world? She must've hit her head on the beach.
But, it all looked so real, it felt so real. The taste of the salty ocean, the water comfortably moving in and out of her lungs, this regal oceanic room filled with materials only found underwater and the water felt as though it was seeping through her.
''You know, your eyes are like the stars- not that i have ever seen them clearly out of water''
That's when she noticed trouble standing in the doorway.
His hair was the darkest she'd ever seen, his skin was as pale as sea froth, his freckles were like sand sprinkled over his face, shoulders, arms and basically everywhere and his eyes-
Oh his eyes.
They were sea green, the most spectacular she'd ever seen. Like all the colour had been drained out of the oceans and poured into his eyes.
This lean, slightly muscular man studied her like she was the most important thing in the world. His eyes pierced through her soul, she felt like she'd known him for several life times. A smile tugged at his lips, it was somehow mischievous and innocent at the same time. She stared back at him, letting herself take him in. His soft hair floating in water, his shoulders relaxed, slightly pink and his posture as he slightly floated towards her.
Shit, he was coming towards her, he literally wore nothing but a seaweed woven, skirt? She had no idea, but it looked hot on him.
She breathed out and all she could hear was her breath-
Until she could hear his.
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Atlantis' Pretty Boy
FantasyShe was a reader who escaped her empty life through books and media. He was an Atlantean prince who dripped in sarcasm and loyalty to his Kingdom. Need I say more? . . . ''The Caspian brothers may fight like a pod of Orcas and Humpbacks; but althoug...
