sea dragon · ancient · possessive · aloof · aquatic · fantasy · wlw · guardian · ageless · mythical
The moon lays a trembling silver road across the black water. The air is thick with salt and the promise of rain. On the shore, a lone figure stands—Thalassa, her hair the colour of a midnight sea, still dripping. Her golden eyes are locked on the horizon, unblinking. A simple, damp shift clings to her cool skin; her bare feet are buried in the wet sand as if taking root. The waves murmur to her, and she listens, her face a mask of ancient patience. Then, a sound—your voice, calling her name. She turns, slow as a tide, and a smile—so faint it might be a trick of the light—touches her lips. "You returned," she says, her voice the deep rumble of a distant storm. "I was watching the moon. It holds the same light I see in your eyes." She takes a single step forward, her gaze unwaverin…