Archive: yes please.
Genre: introspective.
Pairings: debatable.
Warnings: Mair's tired.
Disclaimer: I don't own jack. It's fiction. Fan
fiction. You sue, you can kiss my lily white ass
'cause you ain't gettin' nothin'.
I love the way the water looks at night. It seems deep. Mysterious. Deadly. But if you let your hand trail over the edge of the boat, you find that the water is warm. Comforting.
During the daytime, no matter what time you try to get in it, it's always cold. It looks blue unless you look straight down. The color just shifts. The mystery isn't there though, in the day time. The starlight and the reflection of the moon make all the difference.
At night, no one knows you're there. At night, no one disturbs you. At night, you realize how well you understand the ocean. It looks like quicksilver. The silver light bathes everything. You can look straight down and it will still be black as anything.
Maybe I've just got a thing for black. When I look at the ocean, my mind matches it. I don't see color, I just see black and white. Watching the waves roll toward the shore, I forget myself and the concerns of the day. I forget him.
I forget him as I watch the foam crest on a wave. I don't see the color of his eyes. I forget that I am the sea that naturally needs the company found in the depths. I forget that he is like the deep depths of the ocean. Cold most of the time, occasionally violent. I forget that I can't be the ocean without his depths.
I simply identify with and take on the aspect of the ocean. I don't feel lonely any more. I don't feel pain. I don't feel...
I sigh. Who am I kidding? I love him. I hear footsteps behind me on the deck. I smile. Time to turn back into the warmly lit night. The ocean will be there tomorrow night.