Aquata Cove Ch. 83

"Aight, come on." Jamal nudged her shoulder with his hand as he gets up, "I was raised not to waste food just cuz we bitchin. C'mon, I'll help you out, git up."

Yuri sniffed as she wipes her eyes, sighing as she gets up. "Oh... Get away from the stove, you don't know what the hell you're doing in there."

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A doctor in the hospital stands by Adam's bed, monitoring his current state for up to an hour or so. The sedative has taken its course; finally, as Adam's body seems to be resistant to most of the injections they've given him.

He checks off a few things before setting Adam's chart back down in the holder at the end of his bed, and walks away. Dennis looks as he comes in, and sits down next to Adam.

"Sorry, bout that... I woulda tried something myself, but I'm just a volunteer journalist..." Dennis said, "I um... You probably can't hear me, but I guess now is the only time I'd get the guts to ask." He said, "I really like Yuri, you know? B-But I'm not sure if she's really into me... I'm just a scrawny kid... So any chance you can help me have her like me?" He asked rhetorically, getting no response other then the peaceful breathing from the patient.

"Gotta say, I... Naw, never mind, thank you for your time." He said before he gets up, and leaves the room for Adam to rest.

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The Prince looks with glee up at the sky, the ever star-dusted vastness. He puffs his chest out with joy as he turns around, and sees his mate waiting for him, facing away from him.

The Priest of the Water Heavens, a young man, and the patriarch of the marine regions, said to have once bid the water to give him wings and a tail quell with the beasts that once stormed the divine seas.

And now, they are due to be married very soon, the Prince of the Heart Life, and the Priest of the Water Heaves, a very fine match as far as monarchs or other leaders go. This is the first night they will share his bed.

The Prince smiles as he takes a few steps from the balcony, until a massive tremor happened. The Prince staggers, trying to keep his balance, before looking up at his love. He looks in terror as the Priest's toga seems to be tying itself around his neck, wrists, and ankles, the water-dancing light on his garments disappearing as the palace itself breaks apart in major parts from the outside!

The Prince breaks into a run, seeing a hole breaking out below the Priest as he takes a knowing step forth, his eyes closed as he goes. The Prince calls out desperately for the Priest to wake up, step back, come to him. The Priest can't seem to hear him, he simply allows the hole before him to grow and crumble bigger to reach him. The Prince has to jump from fragment to fragment, the huge chunks of the crystalline palace levitating out of place.

He can't even think of the King and Queen at the moment, or any of the servants or residents in his palace. The Priest's color is fading completely until he is black and white, before he dips down!

The Prince yells out for him as he makes one more flying leap! His hand fumbles for the lofty sashes that bound the Priest, until he managed to get a good grasp. His knees bash into the floor as his hand seizes the edge. He pants dramatically as he looks down into the black abyss before him, only seeing his mate hanging by several threads, like a puppet.

The Priest's sashes and garments light into some sort of monotone light as they connect and surge around his body, and lighting up to lead to the Prince's hand, and consume his arm. The Prince grunts as the light weighs him down, trying to anchor himself on higher ground, trying with all his might to pull the Priest back up, when he can barely keep himself in place at all, slipping inch by inch...