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[Willow-ocpw]

He was right beside her watching the sight unravel by itself. Her dark waist length hair around them like ink infusing in the water.
She was crouched low settled on the sea bed prodding at a particular rock with a gloved hand when an innocent looking tentacle peeked out from behind a rock and reached for her gloved fingers.
Lydia was in awe as she made to peel off one of her glove and Luke tried to gesture not to; it could be too cold or dangerous as they did not know what to expect. But she gave him one of her calming smiles; as much as her tight goggle and mouth piece would allow, her brows relaxing and a familiar twinkle in her dark green eyes. Luke warmed and decided to stay close by instead. Satisfied by what she saw she now turned her full attention back at the tentacle.
Her eyes widened as the tentacle wrapped itself around her fingers, gently almost like giving her a hug and then that one tentacle turned to two and then three and then finally eight and finally the head immerged from behind its rock and shyly it too caressed her skin carefully as if scared of hurting her. Her head turned, eyes meeting his and she beamed at him and he nodded his head; soft at the sight in front of him. Her sea green eyes almost mingling with the surroundings. She was a sight to behold, behind embraced by nature herself.

Back by the shore as they lay, still next to each other breathing freely at last, he could not help but pretend this was what it wasn’t. That they were lovers spending time together and not ‘just friends’, that his feelings were reciprocated and not one sided and that she wanted him the way he wanted her; the fervor of a sea creature stranded on a dessert.
He was both relentless and a coward. He knew she did not feel the same about him so he stayed quiet. This he knew painfully too well. He would watch her flirt with every good looking person and that would be pretty much it; all he could do was watch. He was also unforgiving of his feelings, never even trying to get over them as they were all that got him out of bed every morning. He might not have her by his side but at least he could have her back, could make sure she never gets hurt. Before Lydia he was a lost vessel at the sea, on and on he swayed with the winds having no direction or destination of his own.

He was brought out of his thoughts by stray fingers massaging his temple gently. Lydia was leaning on her elbows and peering down at his face. The sight made his breath hitched and he struggled to not swallow. He could not let her realize it or she’d distance herself from him worrying about hurting her best friend.

Dark eyes met emerald ones and God she was beautiful…the most beautiful. She looked like she had come out of one of those fairytales he’d read to his niece at bedtime. Her luscious dark hair matted at a side of her face, a frown between her brows as she worked her fingers at his temple trying to erase the frown he knew he had as he had been thinking of the very woman lying next to him. Her peachy lips were parted slightly and Luke could not help but wonder what it would be like to kiss them or even brush his fingertips against them.
Reluctant to give in to his most deeply buried desires, he instead allowed to raise his hand slowly while allowing her to retreat before brushing the hair away and cupping her cheek. She stills and then leans in blinking slowly. The sunlight caressing all the right angles of her face and bringing out her sharp cheekbones and the point of her nose. He could be happy with this; he’d told himself.
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[MemoriesInMetal]

Reminds me of Friday afternoons spent with dragons