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To most, it is a deadly-minded tsunami, a destructive force that will drown you alive. Grief. But to Poseidon, it's simply the echo of a slowing heartbeat as another soul becomes seafoam. Belli could smell it.
𝒊𝒊. BURIED IN SEAFOAM
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ADVENTURE IS a song that whispers to the souls of the daring, speaking of new things upon the horizon. It never grabs you, but simply tells you the beginning of a wild story, a tale of excitement at every corner and asks if you long to follow the trail. The tale sounds so enticing because it's made to be that way.
Made to make you say yes.
See, adventure is the skinny-dipping, whiskey-licking smile you see on a stranger, the smile that leads to a night of kissing champagne off each other's skin. Adventure the thrill of his hands on you for the first time, the rush of your hair flying around your head as you jump from the cliff into the crystal blue ocean.
Adventure is often mixed up with its explosive sister, danger.
Danger is the colour of her green eyes, as you lose yourself trying to find him in them. Danger is the realization that your 1st-grade teacher was right when she told you the bright-coloured insects are the most venomous ones, the realization that hits you as you stare into his eyes. Danger will grin at you as a new friend, like an old lover, as if he knew the answer was yes before he even asked. And he does, because the answer is the same every time.
