Sorry, weekend was crazy.
>>5406325>>5406335>>5406350>>5406642You attempt to create a connection to the ocean. You've got some sort of link to nature, and if it was strong enough that your body was re-enforced with mystic energy, then maybe the tide will see that you're here for her. The two of you are connected. Your feet are on the ground, and you reach out to hold Meryl's hands, letting the two of you hold the shells in your hands. She's a little surprised, but lets it happen, looking at you curiously.
You hold her hands, and the tide crawls over you, wave by wave, cleaning the shells of sand and letting you be together. She stops treading water and leans back, resting in the water. Your grip keeps her slightly buoyant, and you can feel her pulse. Her red hair splays around her in the water and moves with the rising and falling seawater. The breeze is thin, and there's just the two of you. Physical touch is very important to the two of you, almost more so than words. Meryl initiates it more, but when you need to hold her, you need to.
When you graduated, the two of you went out to eat with your family, and then when they went home, you got to spend the night in and out of bars, all of which were packed. When she got a little too tired after one cider too many, you carried her like a princess until she demanded you let her down. Her attempt to carry you the same way was only partially successful, and while she blamed you for being 'too fat', the smile she had in that moment you said goodnight reminds you of the proposal. Was that the moment when she decided to ask you?
As the moment stretches out, there's some kind of relay, like a sound wave hitting you in the chest. You've been to concerts that loud, and the effect is similar, but this is almost enough to stop your heart. It doesn't, and instead it passes on to your fiancée. You can see her in a strange way- like there's a pattern overlaid on her. Less of a color or shape than a frequency or texture. She reacts to it, but doesn't seem hurt. She's trying to communicate something to you, but you don't understand it... Not all at once, anyway. But when the message comes across, it takes your mind from where you're standing and into the black depths of the deep ocean.
At the bottom of the sea, there's a mighty beast. A monster the likes that would strike fear into any human unfortunate enough to meet it face to face. Lord Leviathan is just a title to the master of the depths. Over a hundred meters top to bottom, large enough to catch a whale in its arms. Humanoid, vaguely, or more likely looking like a therapod, if it were stood up on land. Demonic, almost, with oversized dermal denticles that almost look like dragon scales. Covered in slime that it hasn't bothered to clean due to living in the depths. Just one of its eyes is over a meter wide. An entity this large shouldn't be alive- it's simply too big to sustain itself.
