[That's all he has to say at first once they make it to the crest of the hill, his eyes widening as he looks out over the sea. His sea. A view of it that he very rarely ever gets to see, especially like this, in this context.]
Oh, Love...it is beautiful here. Sights like these make me wish some days that I were born a god of the land.
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[That's all he has to say at first once they make it to the crest of the hill, his eyes widening as he looks out over the sea. His sea. A view of it that he very rarely ever gets to see, especially like this, in this context.]
Oh, Love...it is beautiful here. Sights like these make me wish some days that I were born a god of the land.