Oceans of Moonlight

The Mistress of the ocean

The world collided and restarted. As if someone had stopped the mere gravity. Because Coralina felt as light as a feather and for a second she thought she was actually afloat.

Her eyes interlocked with the purest color of silver she had ever witnessed.
As if the moonlight itself had created them.
In those eyes, pure shock could be seen. But well, Coralina was pretty sure she had the same expression on her face.

The sea reacted to her emotional state almost immediately and the once calm waves started to frantically crash and collide into one another, like the beating of her heart, they began to move.

Her dress, in response, turned a dark shade of deep blue, the foam around her heart shaped cleavage fuming white.

"You're the moon." She whispered almost inaudibly.
"You're the ocean." He responded, a massive smile on his ethereal face.

The man with the silver eyes and silver flowing hair, which seemed to move on a breeze only he felt, cocked his head, gazing at her.

"You're exactly as I saw in my dreams. It's almost insane. Every dimple, every glimmer in your eyes. I know you."

Coralina seemed to regain some common sense, and cleared her throat, crossing her arms, the waves of the sea growing.

"You seem to know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you. I don't like that."

A sensual laugh left the man's lips, as he floated her way.
His entire skin was moon white, a white pants flowing around him, hanging low on his hips.
"Feisty, like the tide." He proceeded.

"I know you know me. You heard my voice, where I saw your face." He was only inches away from her now, an aura of moonlight shimmering around him.

If she really focused on his face, she could see glittering moon dust on his lips. But well, staring at someone's lips you didn't know was quite weird, so she averted her gaze to his eyes.

"How is it that you know I heard you? Who are you?"

"I thought you would've guessed it already, mistress."
Coralina's eyes narrowed, the aquamarine deepening in color, the sea flattening just a bit.

The man turned around, showing his muscular back, a full moon tattoo etched in silver between his shoulder blades.
"I am the Master of the Moon." He said as he pointed to the light of the night.

His head turned to her, luscious locks of silver falling over his forehead.
"I am Yerah."

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He couldn't believe his eyes.
She was exactly as in his dreams, dreams he cherished above all.

She was all he ever imagined as he closed his eyes, and so much more. The power she radiated, the grace, the way the sea hugged her body.
He was hopelessly lost in her everlasting eyes.
Eyes that now held confusion and some sort of understanding in them.

"Yerah," she repeated, her arms falling down her sides, as she turned towards the horizon, the sea moving with her.
"That's the reason why my heart yearned for the surface, for the moon."

Her voice was light and ancient. Wise and contagious to his ears.
Then it hit him, like a tidal wave crashing on the beach.

"You yearned for me?" He said, his heart rate picking up speed, the moon shimmering and beaming brighter.

The surface of the sea turned a whimsical silver, almost looking like ice.
His bare feet landed on the surface of the waves, and for a second he felt so out of place.