Title: Ocean Eyes
Gist: What other surprises lie before them now she figured out that he is completely out of this world? Follow a determined lass decipher her intrepid partner as they embark on numerous slice of extraordinary life events.
Genre: Supernatural; Original story, character-inspired, current time setting
In a cozy seaside shanty…
A diligent man's eyes automatically flutters yet remains shut. He awakes to start the day upon his daily habit. Shifting his numbed arm free, he slides it dexterously underneath his parturient bride who slumbered in his embrace that nighttime. Afterwards, he carefully tucks an extra blanket on her. Slowly, he brushes aside the extra strands of her light oleander tresses away from her face then leans forward and sweetly dabs her on the lips.
Most silently, he goes on barefoot creeping towards the bedroom's exit so as not to disturb her whom is in forty winks. At the door, he peeps behind his shoulder and blows her an extra kiss before he closes it. Once outside, he pulls off his shirt and chucks it into the nearby laundry bin and finishes his morning routine as briefly as he could. After he is done, he saunters across the quaint living space and grabs his surfboard which is resting beside the front door and then he goes outdoors.
Looking beyond the horizon that hour which is much earlier than dawn, he spots the challenge of the tides which initiates him to enthusiastically grab his meager backpack seated on the porch bench and sprint towards the swash. Immersing in the breakers until it reaches his torso, he springs from the shallows and onto his board gracefully.
The motion of the currents shames itself for it didn't made him falter in the slightest. It fails to taint his superior balance. He stands whilst whispering an incantation. Soon the board propels itself further and further away from land until the beach area is barely seen. The thin piece of wood which serves as his only footing continues speeding up as though it is a rapid sailboat.
Once he reaches his destination, the middle of a vast ocean, he halts. If not for his solid sense of equilibrium, he would have tumbled and submerged into the depth where extremely large fish of prey hungrily await him to commit the slightest mistake.
Not for long an eerie shadow colossal in size appears and dares his challenge, circling around his sturdy footing and violently quivers the water and clashes the waves surrounding him.
In concentration, he clasps his hands and unclasps it wherein a flickering spark of luminescence agitatedly awaits his command. His smile shifts into a grinning smirk. "Nyahahahahahh!" Then in a blink of a eye, he ferociously slinks into the depth unleashing his fury.
A faint flash illuminates down below after he plunged and then a rowdy spouting upheaval detonates, rapidly sluicing up forth from the depths.
As pieces of his target plummets, "Yeah, blood! " He remarks victoriously with his insanely maniacal guffaw.
Standing once again on his surfboard, he lingers admiring the permeating crimson hue of the sea as the waves gradually dissipates it. "Soon I can take her here to enjoy such remarkable view…" He jovially muses at the thought of spending his thought-to-be recreation with her.
In a brief span of a time, a whistle from a distance echoes and disturbs the peace.
A large fishing boat soon arrives at the scene of the explosion, "Ahoy! Good work, lad!" The lead fisherman of the vessel commends and tosses him a small pouch filled generously with currency as reimbursement for his services. "With this snapper gone, we can now fish once again for the remainder of the day until next dawn." Then the crew begins gathering up the remains of the colossal shoal monstrosity.
Upon catching his daily earnings, "Thanks. Well cya!" the young man bids his adieu and with a whispered command, the surfboard automatically propels back towards the previous shores.
By the beach…
At the crack of dawn, a beautiful oleanderette sits on a swing facing the ocean patiently waiting for the silveret's arrival. She basks in the view of the sunrise whilst she sews charming little shirts. This crafted swing where she reclines on is connected to a coconut tree near their abode. A refreshing breeze blows her light rosy curls at which she tucks the excess strands behind her ears.
Halting the swing, she gently strokes her bursting tummy. The peachy hue that adorn her attractive visage slowly gains a bright beam of satisfaction, for the day has officially begun in wondrous tranquility. How she loves every moment of every day they spent on that warm paradise. Her peaceful thrill is responded with a couple of tiny motions from within her signifying she also shares the wondrous moment.
"I think someone is hungry." She hears the familiar baritone commented. Figuring out that he snuck behind her, "Welcome home, honey. How was the hunt?" She greets him merrily.
Stroking the girl's prominently round tummy, "Good dawn sweetie, hello boys. It went fine." The exuberant lad returns the greeting beaming her his most charming grin.
The lass' tranquil smile is soon replaced by a twitching grimace as the strong stench of the sea fills the nearby breathable air. "Eww! What a smell! I think someone needs a bath," she covers her nose and inches away from the swing but is immediately enclasped in an excited pair of arms anyway.
Feeling another couple of jolts from within her tummy, "Aw, hamburgers. You all must be starving. You shouldn't have waited so long for me to arrive." Then he lifts up a net hefty with catch. "I took a detour and hunt some scallops and shrimps for you. Let's cook them right up and make seafood burgers. Mmm… are those freshly baked cheese bread or if not pancakes, I smell?" The cheerful father-to-be queries as he attempts to steal pecks whilst the lass tries to dodge them playfully.
Then they feel her tummy suddenly churned as though she isn't the only one discomforted by the stench. Leaving the fishy embrace after she failed evading the gamey smooches, "Both. And I mean it. Eww… now I might need one too. Off to the outdoor showers right now. Bath time first before breakfast." The lass hastily resolves, playfully tossing one of her flip-flops to shoo him away.
The lad grins, swiftly dodging the other slipper tossed to him as he scurries away in chuckles. "And don't forget to use soap, shampoo, conditioner and after drying up, use DEO!"
Later…
"Hey guys, what's up?" greets a cheerful visitor.
"Your cholesterol!" replies the grinning silveret.
"Well you're not looking light yourself,…" The younger lad retorts.
"…sunshine!" intercepts the one who feels pro.
"Whatever is up is definitely not your…" retorts the lad who fancies wearing a pot for a hat.
"blood sugar?" he cuts in and then guffaws.
"Whatever," ignores the younger one but he would have said 'IQ level' if he wasn't so quick.
"Wuhh'hat' is right." Then the japing one attempts to tap the improvised helmet.
Dodging it, he carries a box over to the lass. "I brought the freshly picked produce you ordered."
The japing lad covers her mouth before she could respond, "Special delivery! You're late so that comes free."
"That's for pizza, you brain-deprived lummox!"
Afterwards…
"I am now a Coast Clearer and no longer a Nightfall Inceptor. Sorry but I rather work being able to hold and control my own time. Thank you very much." A busy lad corrects him and denies the offer as he tends to his chores that morning whilst hanging his newly washed clothes that he used earlier. Around three dozen various seabirds are flying high above them as they have their conversation. He tosses the birds a great sack of birdseeds to feed them for the day then off they flurry way.
"Aw c'mon! I, too, now live here and you don't see me slacking off like that. I'd say, we grab this hunting gig and bring home the huge bounty that goes with it." His persistent friend tries to persuade him.
"Hmm…" The silveret tries to reconsider it as he offers him a seat on the cabin's bench outdoor. Despite being the complete opposite of a haemophobic or being a fanatic of the sight of blood, he doesn't normally act ruthlessly towards animals. In fact, he loves almost any kind of animal either land, aerial or aquatic. Unless they are formidable and destructive beasts of prey, then he will resolve to take stand and protect the inhabited tropical regions.
"I need your help, man! C'mon! I have a persnickety darling who suddenly had a voracious appetite to feed at home. She told me she is sick and tired of the fruits, nuts and vegetables growing around here and wants to have some of the nightshade crops that grows in this specific area." Donnel mentions the detail, pointing on the map set on the porch table near where they sat, referring to the perilous hunting ground where the said nocturnal fruit-bearing shrubs grow and a vast variety of hostile beasts dwell.
Olivia listens to their conversation silently. Knowing their visitor's partner, she's practically on-the-family-way too just like her to sought after something of her personal craving. But unlike the three of them present here, Nowi, the lass she is referring to is of a completely unique lineage. There are a lot of mysteries concerning this friend's betrothed. Donnel has told them before that they are both traveling around the world in search of the country where she originated from. They have already traveled on all the countries in the continent where they all previously lived in.
From time to time, she and her beau have received letters from them informing about their travels. And then just half a year ago, the younger couple decided to temporarily reside in this particular tropical water-abundant continent where they have settled living in. Donnel and Nowi are now renting a place not far away from theirs, on an arable plot of land, and are currently raising money by farming to continue on with their journey-filled exploits.
Looking at the person whose aid is required by their visitor, the young man with the silver hair has eyes that appear to be frequently closed, however doesn't mean they always are. It is one advantage why their friend wanted his aid to do the deed. The silveret can evidently see clearly in the darkness of night thus explains his previous career as a nightfall inceptor or nightshift beast tracker.
Looking at her tummy, Olivia somehow understands why Donnel is trying to convince him out of all people in the ocean-beast hunting profession. He has every bit to talent and strength to accomplish such a feat.
It was Henry himself who told her first that they are expecting twins and they are both boys. The thought of his apparent talent to see through the unseen, even within a person's physical exterior couldn't deny the fact that even she manages to shudder by just being aware about it.
Something about her sweetheart's talent is clearly out of this world. Many times before, he brought her to join him during his coast-clearing exploits. Usually she declines going but he persists taking her anyway. He even taught her a number of safety incantations to mastery just to prepare her. She knows deep in his heart, he means her no harm. He just particularly wishes to always be with her. However it cannot deny the fact that the adventuresome experiences definitely fright her on a frequent basis.
She breathes deeply at the spine-chilling plausibility when she notices he is actually glancing at her direction. Though with eyes appearing closed as they usually are, she has gotten used to them whenever paying attention, specifically to someone, and most especially when peering at her direction. She almost drops the tray-full of refreshments as it undeniably surprised her.
Exhaling deeply once again, she brushes off the eerie notion of the thought and heeds to her own activity. She hands them both a tall glass of tropical smoothies.
"Why thank you, Olivia. This may sound funny but you look sorta pale and panting this early in the morning. Are you alright? You're not having morning sickness again, are you? If you are, this time I'm dodging." Donnel slightly teases her but takes it back, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Maybe it's just my imagination. Since we all are now living here, we have gained a more striking colour on our skin complexion compared to living in our previous continent."
The silver-haired lad chuckles at a memory six months ago. When they first realised that the charming lass is about three months parturient, the younger lad had to repetitively dodge on his first visit to their abode. Back then, she involuntarily throws up every now and then, and for some reason it was frequently done right at his presence thus making him steeped in the messy hurl.
"I'm alright, Donnel. Don't worry about it. I've gotten over the vomiting fit." Olivia assures the burgundyet, feeling her cheeks burn crimson at the embarrassing nostalgia.
Then she feels her beau's hand gently grip hers. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Henry queries her this time, letting her sit next to him on the porch bench.
Feeling clammy about the query, "Yes, I am. I know the due date is any day now but I assure you, I'm not yet feeling that it's time. One trace of spasm then I'll notify you right away." She reassures again.
They enjoy the beachside view as they consume the tasty refreshments and chat about daily events.
When Olivia is about to drink down the remainder of her glass, she detects Henry whispering to their visitor.
The lad who fancies wearing a pot for a hat immediately nods and excuses himself after receiving the message. After setting down his emptied glass, "I'll be back in a jiff, hang on." He declares and hurriedly speeds away.
Smiling as usual, Henry looks at her direction after Donnel left them alone. Then he grins exuberantly but suddenly bites his lower lip to prevent himself from giggling.
Impulsively flushed at sensing a prank he probably schemed, "A-Are you about to tease me? H..honey, I-I don't think I want to be japed right now if that is what you are thinking of doing!" She stammers and frowns whilst grumpily setting down her own glass on the table.
Henry almost laughs at the top of his lungs for the false yet amusing accusation. He holds it and persists not to just so it wouldn't upset her. This opposite reaction from her reminds him that she used to be so timid and not at all gutsy and compelling as displayed. It's most likely the product of parturiency.
Numerous would-be happenings flood in Olivia's thoughts. Will the prank be calling her 'crazy' again? Or, will he tickle her until she becomes nearly out of breath again? Or worse, will he lift her up and bring her surfing out in the middle of the ocean for another crimson view again?
Then looking at him again who is observing her intently with that contagious grin, she realises he clearly read what's in her mind, "No!" She furiously denies him the pleasure.
Olivia irritably stands from their seat, twirls around and moodily stomps towards the front door. Out of the blue, she feels a tender clutch quickly grasp her hand and tug her to halt and keep her from moving further away from the spot.
Suddenly she feels even more clammier than before and then on the spur of the moment, a burst of moisture descends and rains abundantly from beneath her.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" Her eyes widen and she visibly jumps in shock at the same time, shrieking, as the excessive leaking smudges the welcome home mat she is stepping on.
When all the drips have ceased, she instinctively looks at the man who is still holding her hand who prevented her from entering the house.
Releasing his lower lip from his exerted clench, "Pff…I…pfft..,was about to say: 'Your water is about to break'...or it has now gone broke... phhffhahahahh…!" Henry heaves out in stutters and desperately tries suppressing a load full of chuckles.