#sea of golden sands

[cherimoyatea]

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Leaving this here quickly because I want everyone to cry ugly, like I am right now 🥹✨

[kykyonthemoon]

Oasis Tale

After the events in Sea of Golden Sands, Rafayel rewrites his story on a secluded oasis.

ಇ. Rafayel x MC (Female Reader) - written in his pov.

ಇ. Tags: oneshot, fluff with light angst, secret wedding, inspired by Arabian/Middle East wedding cultures, Rafayel's pov, mentioned of his myths (Sea of Golden Sand), Talia.

ಇ. Word count: ~1k2

ಇ. Requested by Na Sa

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The entrance of the great tent opened, allowing a gentle breeze from the lake in the distance within. I sat on the edge of the bed strewn with red flower petals, gazing at Talia, who had just arrived.

“What is it that you want to tell me?” I inquired after considering that Talia's eyes seemed to convey countless unspoken thoughts. 

“What else can I say? You have already made your decision.” 

Talia responded with a sigh. I beckoned her over and said, “Then come and give me your blessing.”

Talia was my sole remaining family in the world. If it were not for her, I certainly would not be here, at this moment. I bowed my head, receiving Talia's blessing as the representative of my ancestors. She departed soon after, with a reminder:

"One night. You two only have one night.”

I nodded slightly. One night was enough.

Once Talia's footprints were covered by the wind and sand, I stepped out of the tent. The sunset covered the cool water in the middle of the oasis, a magnificent crimson as I stepped down. I waited. I waited for the moment when the bell-like sound of the jewelry adorning that one young maiden rang out. Then I turned around. 

She stood in all of the colors that I appreciated of this world. A fiery dress with gold and pearl jewelry - those had belonged to her for a long time, then given to her once more on this special day. Her bare feet glided across the verdancy of the oasis. Her face was obscured by a thin layer of cloth the same color as her dress, which fluttered in the breeze with every step she took.

She stopped at the edge of the lake, seemingly wondering about something. I reached out a hand and she took it. The water hugged her legs, rising gradually to her exposed waist. Her body was painted with traditional Lemurian insignia, precisely like mine. They were an indication that she was my bride.

I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Since the ocean had not yet dried.

My trembling hands, with all clumsiness, grasped her veil and removed it. Her rosy cheeks emerged. These eyes penetrated my soul. Akin to when we had first exchanged our vows.

She did not recall. How wrenching it was! Only I, doomed to live without a heart, must remember all. She once kissed me; she once pierced through my heart. I wanted her to remember, yet hoped she would forever not. Love was a misfortune to any Lemurian foolish enough. And I was such Lemurian, the one who gave his heart to her.

Countless lives had passed, I had lived without a true heart. I had waited until the day I saw her again. I had waited until the day she called my name once more. 

“Rafayel.”

From the moment her lips uttered my name, I deliberately bound myself to her for eternity.

I smiled at her, addressing her in Lemurian. “My bride.”

The wheel of fate spun again, and the threads of our destiny were intertwined once more. I saw her again. She found me. I could not stop the torrent in my heart when I stood in front of her; was it hatred or was it love? I only knew one thing, that my heart was throbbing in her chest. She was my heart, my life.

Yet, I was no longer the God of the Sea, and she was no longer a Princess. Even when she reincarnated, even when I erased her memories of us in this life, she still found me.

Then, we were in the midst of an oasis, bathing in pristine water and reciting our vows. This sacred ceremony involved only the two of us. Sparkling drops fell through her fingers, down on my hair. Then it was my turn to catch the water and soak her hair. She trembled slightly. 

“Rafayel,” every time she called my name, my hollow chest seemed to retrieve its rhythm. “Why are you crying?”

Only then did I realize the pearls were falling from the corners of my eyes. Her delicate hands reached out to catch them. She let them float in the water and then caressed my cheek.

"Have I forgotten something, about you, about us?"

I grabbed her wrist, buried my face in her palm, and pulled her a little closer. Her body carried a distinct flowery aroma that I always recalled.

"Nothing. You did not forget anything significant." I responded. I did not wish her to remember the tragedies of the life we ​​had gone through. Yet, in the end, those memories were gradually finding their way back to her.

She spoke again:

“Perhaps I have not recalled all the things we went through together yet. But what I know is that you are in front of me at this moment.”

I gazed at her for a while. Her scent, her breath, her every touch were so real. She was real. Her hand on my face shifted gently. She grasped my hand and placed it on her chest.

“If I ever forget you again, even just seeing you, I shall give my heart to you once more. I know I will always do the same thing.”

Her heart was beating consistently, full of vitality and unending fire. It once belonged to me, now it was hers, forever. I knew the Lemurians out there were awaiting me to seize that heart out of her body. I knew I must sacrifice the person I loved the most in exchange for the restoration of a golden Lemuria. Yet I knew that I would not accept such a fate. Being here with her was proof that we were already writing a different story, forging a different path.

I was not certain how long she and I could go on this path. But I must try. I lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it. I whispered to her:

"Do not say that. Do not claim you will surrender your heart to me anymore. I merely wish it to stay with you.”

The sound of her laughter reverberated in my ears. She responded:

“You once said, Lemurians must rewrite their own stories, with their own hands. I believe in you.” 

She lifted my hands and clasped them together. 

“This time, let me rewrite it with you.”

Her hands entwined with mine. She moved forward and sealed her eyes. Her lips parted. The sun had completely set and the lanterns floating on the lake lit up by my power. The two of us were basking in a pond of stars. 

The tip of my nose met hers. In my mind, a storm was brewing; the burden of lost Lemuria on my shoulders, the happiness of a lifetime that she was willing to offer me. Yet I feared no longer. For as my lips found her kiss, I knew our tale had been rewritten, beginning with that night.

-The end-

[thegoodmorningman]

I can clearly "SEE" you deserve a Good Morning every day!!!

[yourlocal-therian]

IM SORRY FOR ASKING BUT UHH COULD YOU DO A GOLDEN RETREIVER KINDA MOOD BOARD THINGY??? TY SM!!! AGAIN IM SRY FOR ASKING (cry)

nw! and yep :3

you didn't really specify a theme so I kinda just picked a theme. beach!

hope this is ok!

[nakedinthecity]

Mikoszewo Beach, 03.07.2022

[rainbowsalt0412]

Spoilers under the cut! ⚠️

Just completed Rafayel myth (Not my own, from a Youtube channel, cause I couldn't control my urges), and first of all I have to say, that made me crazy for him even more.

And what I like from it even more is the open end they gave us, but can it even be the end, because we hear Rafayel say the they were going to the city named 'Whalefall City' because the MC wanted to visit the sea. Now this raised my curiosity because unlike many other things, it was specifically, kind of, highlighted.

At the same time, in the ending written monologue, if you can even call it that, we read that 'The boundless sea or those churning river never came back', and we understand why is that, because they needed to have MC's heart for that, but that never happened.

But the last line says, 'They will meet once more.'

Now what does that even mean, like if MC is with Rafayel already on his trip, what does this mean, and what even exactly happened for them to separate, if that even happened, because believe it or not, Rafayel knows something we still don't, specifically something that connects to the main story chapter 7 and chapter 8.

Correct me if I've gotten something wrong and feel free to discuss with me...i love analysing.

[bulgara]

Sunset Hour // Golden Sands Resort // Black Sea Coast (Bulgaria)

[soulsunmoon]

Sunset Hour, Oil Painting on Panel

[sinatraaloof]

[iyas-adventures]

Golden Sands, Bulgaria | November 2022

[mkindasleepy]

Love and deepspace?

Nah, more like 'love and depression' ಥ_ಥ

[hsundholm]

Skanör Beach Sunset by Henrik Sundholm Via Flickr: I recently came back from a week's vacation in southern Sweden. Here's a beautiful sunset beach in Skanör.

[mistandbluemoon]

She's a human sacrifice and he's the sea god. Is it the girl who fell beneath the sea or the forgotten sea myth? She's a hunter and he's an assassin. Is it we hunt the flame or sea of golden sand myth?

[marionsinspirations]

[serthra]

Winter Beach Day

Playing on the beach just before sunset on a winter’s afternoon. 

iPhone, Iona Beach, Richmond, February 2023

[azreths-arts]

another oldie, back from the whole save or destroy golden sands event. glad to have been a victor even if it was only narrowly