until he sails home

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 night was young, and the air was thick with the scent of salt and damp earth. The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery glow across the ocean's surface, a silent witness to the world beneath. Rain and Donna stood at the edge of the shore, the cool breeze tousling their dark hair, the scent of the sea curling around them like an old, familiar song. Their eyes met, silent understanding passing between them.

The world felt different here, in the quiet embrace of the ocean. Time seemed to stretch, to fold in on itself, until the only thing that mattered was the rhythm of the waves, the pulse of the water, and the deep, almost forgotten connection between them—two sisters, bound by blood and by the water that called to them.

Rain smiled, the kind of smile that spoke of things only the sea could understand, a secret language woven into the very fibres of their beings. Donna looked at her, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though it was more of a knowing than an expression of joy. They didn't need words, not when the sea spoke so clearly to them both.

"Ready?" Rain asked softly, her voice almost lost in the roar of the ocean.

Donna nodded, her eyes dark as the night, reflecting the endless sky. She stepped forward, her bare feet sinking into the wet sand, and with a fluid movement, she dipped into the cool embrace of the water. The moment her body broke the surface, it was as if she had become part of the sea itself—graceful, unbound, a creature of the depths.

Rain followed, her heart beating in sync with the crashing waves. She felt the ocean pull at her, coaxing her further into its cool depths, where she and Donna could forget the world. Forget the land, forget the weight of time, and lose themselves in the secret rhythm of the waters.

They swam together in silence, the world above them distant and irrelevant. Their movements were fluid, synchronized, as though they had danced this dance for lifetimes. With every stroke, the sisters moved in perfect harmony, a union of beings that had once been one, separated by time and distance but now reunited in the vastness of the ocean.

They hunted fish with ease, their bodies cutting through the water like sleek shadows, their senses alive with the energy of the hunt. They could feel the pulse of the ocean beneath them, the vibrations of life in the water. The fish darted and swirled, but the sisters moved with the practiced grace of predators, their hands weaving through the currents, catching the creatures of the sea with fluid precision.

As they swam side by side, Donna reached out to grasp Rain's hand. There was something profound in the touch, something simple but sacred. It was the unspoken promise of protection, of togetherness, a bond that neither time nor distance could sever. Together, they moved through the ocean, hand in hand, as if they were dancing a secret waltz that only the sea could understand.

The water around them was alive with sound. The rhythm of the waves was like a heartbeat, a pulse that resonated deep in their bones. They could hear the hum of the world beneath them, the calls of distant creatures, the sway of the tides. But above all, they could hear each other.

Without speaking, they began to mimic the calls of the whales, the deep, sonorous songs that reverberated through the water. Their voices, though silent to the world above, were carried in the vibrations of the sea, filling the vast, empty space between them with a language older than words.

Rain closed her eyes as she felt the ocean fill her, every inch of her body attuned to the deep, ancient hum of the water. She tilted her head back, releasing a sound that was part breath, part song, as Donna followed, their calls intertwining like threads of a tapestry woven in the depths of time.

They sang, without words, without fear, their bodies moving through the water as if they were the very embodiment of the ocean's song. It was their dance, their ritual, a dance as old as the tides themselves.

As they swam, hand in hand, the waters around them seemed to come alive. The moonlight shimmered on the surface, casting a soft glow on the sisters, their bodies like shadows gliding through the depths. The ocean was their home, and in this moment, nothing else mattered.

They swam until the night deepened, until the stars began to twinkle above like ancient whispers. When they finally emerged from the water, their bodies gleaming in the moonlight, they did so with a sense of peace that only the sea could bring.

They stood side by side, gazing out at the vast, infinite ocean before them. The waves lapped at the shore, as if the sea itself were breathing with them. Donna turned to Rain, her eyes soft and filled with something like gratitude.

"You were right," she said quietly, her voice almost lost in the wind. "The sea... it speaks to us."

Rain smiled, her heart swelling with the beauty of the moment. "It's always been our language," she whispered back.

And for the first time, Donna's smile wasn't just a flicker—it was full, soft, and genuine. She reached for Rain's hand once more, and the two sisters stood there, together, beneath the endless sky, their hearts beating in time with the ocean's rhythm.

They stayed in the water until the first hint of dawn crept over the horizon, the sky darkening to indigo and then softening to violet as the world around them shifted. Rain and Donna swam in the embrace of the ocean, as they had done when they were younger, when the world had been nothing but the sea and the moonlight, and the air had been thick with the scent of salt and freedom.

Time no longer existed for them. It was only the moon above, the water beneath, and the rhythmic pulse of the ocean, beating in their veins like the shared heartbeat of two souls bound by the sea. Every movement they made was fluid, instinctive—an ancient dance they had perfected over countless nights. The hunt, the chase, the thrill of the water's cool embrace—it was all so familiar, so natural. It felt like they had never left.

They didn't speak. Words weren't necessary in the water, not when their bodies moved in perfect harmony, slicing through the waves as easily as breath. The sea had taught them its language long ago, and tonight, they spoke it without effort. Fish darted through the depths, and the sisters followed, weaving through the currents with a predatory grace. They had once been children, laughing, and chasing one another beneath the waves, but now they were creatures of the ocean, fierce and beautiful, honed by years of solitude and strength.

They moved like shadows, weaving between rocks and coral, the water swirling around them in a dance of life. Sometimes, Donna would dive deep, disappearing into the darkened depths before emerging with a flash, her hair glistening in the moonlight like liquid silver. Rain would follow, her body breaking the surface of the water in a graceful arc, her eyes gleaming with the wild joy of the chase.

At times, they would stop to rest, treading water side by side, their bodies rising and falling with the gentle sway of the ocean. They floated in the cool embrace of the water, their hands occasionally brushing, a silent connection that spoke louder than words ever could. In those moments, the world was suspended, timeless. The ocean was their home, their sanctuary, and it held them in its deep, endless arms.

They were not alone in the waters. The creatures of the deep swam with them, invisible but ever-present, the pulse of the ocean surrounding them like a symphony. They mimicked the calls of the whales, their voices—silent yet powerful—carrying through the currents as they reached out to touch the ancient rhythm of the sea. Their calls echoed with an intensity that seemed to shake the very fabric of the water, reverberating through the depths, and for those moments, Rain and Donna were one with the ocean, one with everything that had ever lived beneath its surface.

As the hours passed, they continued to hunt, to swim, to dance. Their laughter rang through the water like music, soft and rich, like a secret shared between them and the sea. And when the first faint light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting long shadows on the water's surface, they didn't stop. They swam further, deeper, driven by something more than hunger, something more ancient, more primal.

The sky brightened slowly, the stars fading into the light of the new day, but Rain and Donna remained in the water, untouched by time. Their bodies were tired, their muscles aching from the long hours of swimming and hunting, but they didn't care. This—this was their world, their sanctuary, their moment of peace, and they wouldn't leave it until the ocean itself called them back to the shore.

And so, they swam together through the deepening waters, not as two separate beings, but as something more—a reflection of the ocean itself, bound by blood, by the sea, by the call that had always been theirs to answer. The night stretched on, endless and full of possibility, and the sisters were one with it, lost in the beauty of the water, the moon, and the unspoken bond that could never be broken.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope that this is alright and if you have any ideas for the two please let me know. <3