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Electric Eyes
By blasphemy

 

She always thought the skies were blue. They were blue and magnificent. They shine with so much glory. She always thought nothing could compare to the darkness of the sky, nothing could compare to the light it so prominently provided. She used to think that it was unstoppable. Rains, slush, windstorms, hurricanes, were all effects of angering the heavens.

That was until she met the sea.

The sea was so full of life and creatures, danger and peacefulness. Glorious as it was, stretching across the globe in shades and style. Generations forming life on it, lost cities, lost lives, lost fortune and regained sights. The gleaming shade of deep blue, something she could drown herself in and keep inside her heart that would not fade away. The sea was as beautiful in night as it was in day. She felt the reflections of the moon at night and the glowing rays of sun during the day; they were just <i>lush</I>.

(Her soft spot was the reflection of the moon, but that is a clandestinity of her soul.)

This day. Her eye for the marine is as impeccable as Mark Twain's eye for words.

This day. She wanders through the Shed Aquarium, so excited finally to be in such a place of life and beauty.

She wanders through the crowds and the rooms, inspecting the jellyfish and the sharks. She spent hours gazing at the glorious wonders of the dolphin show and even the sea turtles. It felt like everything in the right place and everyone at the right pace.

Her eyes, compelled to the glass that divides the sea and her. Before she can control herself, her eyes flutter close and she sees everything she loves. Everything that floats and every dream that ever lived inside her head swim by so swiftly and livingly.

A touch on her arm roused her attention back to the solid ground (something that has always been somewhat of a nuisance to her) and she turns to meet the sea. What she sees now surprises her. Her eyes are open, she is not dreaming, and her feet are firm on the ground.

Her heart is out of pace and out of place, racing against her ribcage. Her breath caught in her throat, the world stopped, and no sounds in her ears. His eyes are the sea.

They were violent and calm, so peaceful and so vain. His eyes are an amazing shade of color she cannot control the burning sensation that wills her towards him. He smiles at her, a small, soft, sideways smirk that makes her visions and dreams seem like garbage.

She gasps at him.

He asks her attention once more, away from his features and the windows to his soul. They were windows that so easily, almost gleefully flash years, fatigue, and talent, years of friendship and betrayal. <i>The Sea in human form. </I>

"Are you okay?" his words barely reach her eardrums.

"I'm fine," she wills her words to spill. "What is your name?" It is more demand than question.

He smiles fully now, flashing white teeth and says, "Spencer."

The word repeats in her ears, over and over. She can barely grasp it. The words are nothing compared to everything, every fucking thing that swim in his irises. "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer." she repeats softly on her own lips.

He asks, "What's yours?"

Her thoughts snap back into focus. Her eyes, meet his again. "My what?" she asks, focused but lost.

"Your name; what's your name?" he repeats.

She notices he still has not removed his fingertips from her arm. An electric chill runs through her nerves and she smiles now. She smiles. She can see and she can hear again. His eyes are the sea...

"Destiny," she whispers, "My name is Destiny."

 

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