Yawns softly. She really should fix her sleep schedule

She is her father's daughter, she supposes.

She's floating it a motionless sea, staring up at the sky. She lifts her hand, tracing a line through the water with her index finger. The water ripples, and slowly those ripples become small waves. Waves that grow larger as the move. Eventually those waves will be giant and they will crash into

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˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼⋆ ꜱᴏʟᴏꜱ

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˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼⋆ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 The Wave-Walker 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ∘ Greek myth rp. ∘ crossovers and OCs welcome. ∘ nsfw / 18+ / possible triggers More info below ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓