Note: This ficlet was written in response to the
This is tangential at best to Madame Hardy's prompt (and also only tangentially fluffy), but it's the only version of this thought that was willing to coalesce into a fic with a beginning, a middle, and an end, so I am declaring victory and getting out rather than letting this project devour me alive. *wry* (700 words)
[ETA: the slightly revised final version is now up on AO3!]
( I Am the One Who Lives with the Ocean )
I have noticed, over the years, that I have a tendency to get kind of experimental (in both structure and phrasing) when dealing with water imagery. I am not sure why that is.
Possibly I should try doing something similar with other imagery sets.