EAU DE TENTATION | #StarWriters

My piece of writing for 'The Perfume Challenge' for the Star writers club.

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Hi everyone! Just Nyx, spamming you with yet another blog / post. How many have I done now in the past few days? :'D

I feel like you might be fed up of me at this point-

Anyway, I'm in the Star Writer Club. We're a cool lil gang that try and motivate each other to write / improve our writing skills.

This is actually a challenge that I created, so it's only fitting that I participate, haha, unlike the uh... Last challenge - where I really just gave up, not because it was hard, but because I'm just lazy XD.

Go and participate in The Perfume Challenge! Go, go now! Do it!

This was FUN (<<<caps for exaggeration). I've never written in present tense before. It's pretty hard to get everything to a good standard, but I tried my best, and hopefully you'll enjoy reading!

If you want to listen to some music while reading this, here's the song that inspired me: Bottom of the deep blue sea

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EAU DE TENTATION

- Water of temptation -

Nightfall; the beach is a desolate stretch of sand at this time of day, yet there is a girl. Lonely, she wanders along the edge of the water, as the moon reflects in the ridges of each wave. Her long, tousled hair thrashes as the wind tugs it back and forth; a grimace spreads onto her face as the frigid air stings her skin.

The night is starless, and the moon is almost covered by murky clouds- ones that blend seamlessly with the rest of the sky.

The enclosed beach is silent.

Under the mist that swirls thicker than hairspray lies sand that shifts under the pressure of her feet. She cannot see it, only feel. Out there, only metres away is the ocean, alive with a constant motion and untameable life. Beyond this wall of thick, suffocating white the girl can smell and hear it. The waves are neither the gentle kind that roll up the beach in swarms of soft bubbles, nor the crashing, wild kind that turn murky with shimmering crystals. They move with force but die within a few feet. From them comes the salty smell of the sea and battered objects from far off lands. Her feet leave delicate imprints that slowly wash away with the tide.

This place could be anywhere.

The people of the village are sleeping comfortably in their homes, in their beds, but not the girl - She cannot sleep, the water is calling relentlessly. She is pulled closer to the waves until the cold-liquid gently glides over her feet. It draws her in like a moth to flame, tempting her to draw nearer, nearer, to the depths.

The mist lifts as she makes her approach, and there is a man in the water.

His silhouette is sleek and fluid as he stands there like a piece of the night. He moves in closer, his eyes glow a shocking hue of saturated turquoise in the dark. She can see clearer now; his lips smile at her, but those eyes cease to be a part of this world. Her senses come alive; she is struck by his beauty.

Water droplets form at the ends of his wavy coal-black hair,

Drip,

Drip,

Back into the water, from where he came.

She allows herself to be seduced by his dream, to give into temptation.

With her bare feet, turned chalky-white and goose-bumped with the cold, she takes a step into the icy water. The waves crash in and over the hem of her silk dress, soaking it like a rag. She takes a step, and another, never taking her eyes away from his.

With an outstretched hand she reaches for him.

His hand touches her own and she chances to look at him again. The man steps into the water with confidence.

He glances back at her over his shoulder for one last time.

The water is calm as they wade through it, clean, feathery. Gentle.

Soft whispers echo around them as the deep beckons,

I will be everything that your heart desires,

Je serai tout ce que ton coeur desire, viens à moi.

Everything is here,

Come to me,

Outside in the middle of night, they fall.

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And then-

Nothing.

The world swirls into an impenetrable and disorientating blackness as the sound of the waves fade. It is embracing them now, as they embrace themselves in each other's arms.

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EAU DE TENTATION

Fragrance for men

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Well that's it! I hope you enjoyed my perfume 'commercial', it's so so so so tempting to turn this into a full blown Fanfiction - I think I will - but anyway, in case it wasn't obvious, this is Hakyeon's perfume. Why, you ask? Well, he's awfully good at luring us to our deaths - like a siren - and damn do we enjoy it :joy:

P.s Could you guess that it was N as you were reading? And do you like my new fan art? :grin:

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