Photo-Story: One day at the city

I start to share these photo stories that were in my patreon only. I've modified them to remove the technical part, and add more poetry.  

These stories are based on feelings, experiences, and wishes of my life, and those that I love. There's much of Tamzyn in the person I love, and there's also much of Sioul in me. But both are fictional characters (shh... I won't tell this again, as it may break the magic, and we don't want the spell to fail).

There are two characters in them, mainly: Tamzyn, the nymph, and Sioul, the wizard, that can travel through time and space. They jump between fantasy and modern world, past and present. Still, they are two souls that don't fit anywhere, in worlds that change too much.

These photo stories, often, are actually not a conventional story, but just moments in life. We may call them visual scenes. But if you like them, follow me in a day with Tamzyn at the city.

This is a story from the point of view of Sioul, the wizard, Lord of Time, in their voyage to modern times to enjoy some normality.

We felt that day was going to be great, and we were bored of killing orcs and exploring dungeons, so we just jumped through time and space, and visited a coastal city. It's on the south of France, near Marseilles, and is called Carry Le Rouet. I just remember it stunk to fried fish, and it was the best smell of the world, because I was with her.

We took some photos on the harbor, while the sun was still raising.

Tamzyn said it was a bit cold, and I lent her my over-shirt. It was a bit weird, because she is never cold in the worlds of Drozz, but in the modern one, she gains some vulnerability. I feel strange this duality in her, of strength and fragility, like a diamond.

We enjoyed a coffee in the promenade. As many other times, we talked about life, love, and art. We ate some fried fish, and some cake.

I stood looking at those eyes, that were deep green emeralds. The deepest green, almost black. 

We went to the park. With my hand, I combed her wild hair a bit, caressing those golden red strands, as smooth as silk. We walked on the evening, enjoying the good weather of this part of Autumn.

I though about the verses of Neruda, about sunsets, falling leaves, and calm, and how his love was like ivy on his arms.

Her smile melts me. But maybe the way she looks at me does it even more. I took this photo in the rose garden. Those moments in the park, where time seemed to stop. Like if we controlled time, and it may go faster or slower, and wanted it to last forever.

We rented a room in the hotel, and prepared for dinner. Tamzyn tried on some dresses, and this is one of them, but finally she changed her mind and got a black one. Usually she just wears the first one she picks. She's a natural girl, and doesn't expend much time on that, although she likes to look pretty. Maybe this is because being a nymph, she doesn't have to do much to shine.

In another universe, she may be insecure of her look, try lots of them, and never be happy with one. But in this, as a creature born of a seed, and pure instinct of survival, like a plant, she never experienced guilt, never experienced wrong things, and her wounds heal with the sap of the tree.

Tamzyn liked the restaurant. It had a warm light, and the food was good. She told me some strange things, that didn't had much sense, but she listened everything I told her, and always had a good word to say. The way she thinks is sometimes very alien, but others she's just the nicest person in the world. After all, she's not human.

Extremely adaptable to everything, but with strong roots that can break stone, and a sense for the brightest things in life, the green in her eyes reveals her nature of dyad. It's so obvious that I wonder how others can't see.

We went back to the hotel, and got more comfortable. I was looking at the city from the balcony, when she came by my side, and said "Hi Sioul, I had a fantastic day today". I agreed. "But we have not finished here", said her, in a sultry low tone.

She faced me directly, and opened her housecoat. "The neighbors can't see what you are seeing", said with a smirk. Mischievous nymph...

She played with the housecoat a bit more, my gaze on her, before I fit my hands into her robes, and caressed her smooth skin. I tied her housecoat again, and dragged her into the bedroom, while she chuckled.

Then she reveals herself in all her beauty. She's slender but voluptuous, fit and abundant, at the same time. I just ask her to stand for me to stare her beauty, as my heart races, my mind goes in a whirlwind, and confusion takes me, in the contemplation of her gorgeousness.

I just fall with her on the bed, and soon I'm one with her, surrounded by her wet heat, my hands exploring all her firm, flexible shapes. Her moans blow my mind, her scent to wood and flowers saturates my senses. I can't think at all, I'm just a body loving another body.

We prey on each other. She keeps me awake and in a storm for hours. 

I swear I can hear the screams of fauns and hooves on the ground, and feel the breeze of the high mountains and forest.

Exhausted, under her spell, I drift into sleep.

When I awake, she's looking at me, with a satisfied smile. She's still drenched in sweat.

Her deep green eyes, of an impossible color, are stabbing my soul. "I wish we could stay here forever", she says. But I can't escape time and space. I can't. Nobody can, Tamzyn.

Maybe we'll never have a place for us. But we can still enjoy what we have. Love is a fantasy, after all. Or maybe it's real, when it's good, and all the rest is a lie. 

We fall asleep. On the morning, I awake alone. My heart jumps, but soon she appears, dressed with a black camisole. "Where are you looking at? Look to my face!", she jokes.

Some kisses, some jokes, some laughs. Then we go to take breakfast at the cafe nearby. 

My heart is breaking. I need to leave, return to my world and my time. Distance and time, like an abyss between us, hurts.

I know she will care of herself while I'm away, as she is a warrior after all. 

Tell me you'll stay here and wait for me. Tell me you won't repent. 

I take her picture on my memory, as I am only able to remember images. Her smile, her eyes, her expression. The coffee has a bittersweet taste.