thousand deep blue, little diamonds wrapped around her lower half.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛ Captain Lucien . . . Princess Eilowyn of Vaelune. Please, just call me Ei. Titles are a mouthful. ❜
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⠀⠀⠀ a slip of amusement crosses her expression, lips curling into a smile and a tiny burst of gentle laughter — softer than a breeze. he couldn’t be someone set on harboring her for her scales, or her title. they’d have lunged for it already.
⠀⠀⠀ Eilowyn finally ⇀
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〝 heh, trust me … that’s him at his quietest.〞
Lucien smiles once she resurfaces, staring in silence for a moment as he was taken aback by her beauty. And gods … those eyes… those shimmering eyes.
It took said moment for him to realize he was staring —
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hoists herself around the rocky jutting, fully showing herself to the other without trepidations.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛ I would loathe to see him at his loudest, then. ❜
⠀⠀⠀ effortlessly bobbing in the water, light reflecting off the wave of her tail below the surface. like a ⇀