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In the heart of the Mascarene archipelago, nestled on the enchanting Rodrigues Island, lived a deaf divemaster and marine biologist named Aziraphale. His days were consumed in the rolling cadence of the ocean’s waves, the scent of salt in the air, and the lively ballet of fish within the coral reef. He worked tirelessly to regenerate the vital natural heritage of the ocean by submerging metal domes in areas where coral had perished.
As the sun began its ascent — the sky unfolding in a breathtaking array of cardinal, tangerine, saffron and rosewood — Aziraphale prepared for an early dive. He donned his wetsuit, checked his equipment, and slipped into the warm waters of the Indian Ocean.
As he descended, the world above faded away, replaced by the peaceful, ethereal beauty of the deep waters. Moving skillfully through the currents, Aziraphale's eyes examined the metal frames for signs of coral resurgence. Suddenly, an eerie vision caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he turned towards the motion and saw a distant creature resembling a crow gliding through the water.
The creature propelled itself with a sensuous grace. As Aziraphale watched the crow-like figure, it hastened towards him, closing the distance to reveal its full appearance as a spellbinding androgynous merfolk. Their scales shimmered with a blend of shifting hues from teal to Egyptian blue. Their sun-kissed honey skin contrasted with their hair flowing like liquid inferno. Their eyes, a mesmerising shade of amber, glinted enigmatically in the dim light.
The merfolk approached and extended a hand, signalling a desire to communicate. Aziraphale responded with gestures, trying to convey his intent, while his gaze lingered on their captivating form.
Unable to speak, the merfolk answered with gestures of their own. Their movements were fluid and graceful, and Aziraphale found himself spellbound by the creature’s magnetism.
As they continued their silent exchange, both were enchanted by each other’s presence — Aziraphale by Crowley’s ethereal magnificence, and Crowley by Aziraphale’s earnest expression and warmhearted demeanour. Despite their shared difficulty in understanding one another, their relentless efforts to connect brought them closer.
The initial glimpse Aziraphale had of the creature inspired him to assign them the name Crowley.
Day after day, they learned about one another until they were both comfortable enough to start touching.
It commenced as a mere wonder to test the strength of the skin, the smoothness of hair, the roughness of scales, and the firmness of diving equipment.
Yet, the exponential escalation of caresses kindled their desire for each other’s bodies and souls, until their reserve crumbled. Wholeheartedly, they irrevocably plunged into each other's embrace, eventually giving in to their desires.
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