[ He lifts her hand to his lips once again, kissing her fingers tenderly before he leads her down the path to the beach. It's a long stretch of moonlit gray, but it isn't a blighted or lifeless gray--instead, it glistens and sparkles in the pale light, almost glowing, as if it were composed entirely of crystalline sand, the myriad colors of the individual grains blending together from a distance. Salty air whispers through the tall grass, and the sound of the surf rushes in and out, in and out.
Most importantly, the moon hangs above them in the velvet-black sky, casting its serene light down upon them.
It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as her.
He brings her just shy of the waterline and removes his cape (which he definitely has even if the reference picture was missing one) and lays it out for her to take a seat. ]
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Most importantly, the moon hangs above them in the velvet-black sky, casting its serene light down upon them.
It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as her.
He brings her just shy of the waterline and removes his cape (which he definitely has even if the reference picture was missing one) and lays it out for her to take a seat. ]
My lady.