Hit the publish too soon! This is the trifecta writing challenge entry for the word blue. You can find the instructions here.
With eyes black as obsidian, she scanned the shore while crouched behind a thick stand of milfoil. He was there, silhouetted against an evening sun that cast a pink glow over the moor and the grazing beasts. Folding her coat, she tucked it deep under a rock.
Straightening, she made her way to the shore, her movements like poetry on the wind, the swell of her hips swaying gently from side to side. Her breasts hung like silvery luminescent globes in the increasing twilight, but it was her hair that caught his attention, a fiery glow in the remaining light.
He was staring at her now, the plow forgotten on the dark earth, the beasts magically unharnessed. Something he could not explain drew him to her like a magnetic force that was beyond his power to resist. He stopped short of her, holding a trembling hand out to the skin that seemed to glow alabaster. But those eyes! Lord those black eyes pierced him with a hunger that was frightening and consuming all at once. Without knowledge of it happening, her lips were caressing his, passionately, slowly, and seductively.
“Seven years,” he said huskily, his arms squeezing her tight as though to never let go.
Words came slowly after 7 years in the oceans’ depths. “I have thought of nothing but you,” she said simply. She returned his tight embrace, her cheek pressed firm against his chest. “Do you still have it?” She inquired, knowing that without it he would not have survived their time apart.
“Yes,” he whispered. “But…” he faltered. “It’s power fades.” He pulled away, searching glittering black eyes that questioned his words.
“I felt it this time, aye? My heart has been…heavy.” He paused as he searched for the right word, alighting on it with some fear. “Blue,” he whispered. “A melancholy of your absence. I must have your coat.”
A tear slid down her cheek, knowing she would not return.