“I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.”
“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
“For whatever we lose, it’s always our self we find in the sea.”
“I know of a cure for everything: salt water…in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”
“The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.”
“My course is set for an uncharted sea.”
“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
“I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.”
“I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came.”
“Be careful seaweed brain.”
“Like the god of the sea.”
“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.”
“A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.”
“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.”
“Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.”
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.”
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.
It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.”
“The sea does not like to be restrained. ”
“The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas.”
“Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?”
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
“How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake.”
“Plenty more fish in the sea.”
“Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”
“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green.”
“My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea.”
“I still don’t understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta.“
“It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.”
“I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.”
“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”
“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”
“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea.”
“I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.”
“When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.”
“The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.”
“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
“We drift on a chartless, resistless sea.”
“The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.”
“And if my Sea of Tranquility were real, it would be this place, here, with him.”
“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.”
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
“When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim”
“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”
“The sea is everything.”
“The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”
Summary: A S6 Canon divergence. There’s an irony, she supposes, that something created to pull one into eternal sleep, is now a barrier to any sleep. Her body fights against the maddening exhaustion. She’s just so tired, so fucking tired and she can’t keep going like this.
It made sense, really. After Killian’s explanation that the Sandman is a character in her dream and therefore could only be defeated from within it. They were still struggling, though, with questions of how and why, especially because the sandman’s powers blurred the line between reality and hallucination.
(Especially because the information came from a page randomly appearing in a book.)
Someone was helping them, or relenting in their torture to give Emma a leg up for once. Although, there was always the creeping fear that the intel was false, an answer that leads them into a trap. Her gut says it isn’t, to trust that this is real, but–
“It’s a sleeping curse.” Regina chimes in. They’re all sitting around Emma’s living room - her parents and baby brother, Regina, Henry, Violet, and Killian. Emma’s never had her house as a meeting place to plan their operations before. Even throughout this, they met at Granny’s, or the library, the loft, or the station. It’s a weird feeling, having a home she can share like this. She thinks she wouldn’t mind it if she didn’t feel like she belonged in an episode of The Walking Dead, her brain fried and body slug from sleep deprivation and nightmares that leave her injured without physical proof. “Not like the one I cast. This one’s specific to the sandman. There’s different dream realms too.”
“So we find how to get to the sandman’s dream realm and what? Diplomatically ask him to stop torturing my daughter?” Charming asks.
“Not exactly. See, the realm is specific to Emma and what haunts her. The Sandman is powerful; he can play on the problems in your subconscious. Originally, this was used for good, to give people good dreams and hope. There’s only one other recorded case of a sandman, or sandwoman, using their powers for evil.” Regina pauses, making sure she has her audience’s full attention. “I think I figured out how to get to him though.”
Killian frowns at his Swan’s protest. “Emma, love. Someone has to go.”
“No one is going through this, but me. I can fix it. I can defeat him.”
“No offense, Emma, but you’ve had your chance to fix it and you haven’t. You need our help. You can’t do this alone.” Regina says.
“And what happens if one of you gets hurt or killed in this dream realm? I can’t let you do this. You’re not under the curse. It could hurt you beyond what it does to me.” Poorly veiled panic rises in her voice, the caring words escaping harsh as the pieces of Regina’s plan click. Nightly, she’s suffered the pain of what it feels like to almost die, floating on a line so close she thought she had more than once. A line sewn with pain and adrenaline, regrets, and the overwhelming sensation of burning, sharp and aching in its pursuit to torment her. There were too many unknowns, anyway.
Her eyes find Killian’s, fierce determination masking their brooding anger, and she knows that he will be the one to go under. Unwelcome flashbacks of his demise reappear, the real version and that of her dream; she’s seen him in this realm before and she longs to never experience it again. True love’s kiss has yet to break the Sandman’s grip. What if it’s the same for him? If he doesn’t wake up, or suffers the same fate as she…No. This is supposed to be her job - she’s the savior. They can’t come running to her rescue because she’s too damn weak to do what she was made for. “No. Please, Killian.”
“Swan, you would do the same. Watching you suffer has been the hardest thing I’ve had to face. I’m going under the sleeping curse and you’re going to wake me. And do you know why you’re going to wake me?”
She smiles at him then, lashes fluttering up to meet the blue of his eyes, no longer hooded in anger, but shining with something lighter, happier. “Because we’re true love.”
“Aye. That we are. And true love is the most powerful magic of all.”
Regina pulls a strand of Emma’s hair without warning - earning the Queen a grumbled What the hell - that she laces through one of Mary Margaret’s sewing needles. “I need this to get Hook there. This and the sand that’s in your eyes when you wake up. When you fall asleep, Hook will gather the sand and tether it to this needle. Once he pricks himself with it, he should appear in your dream.”
So they wait. Emma lays her head on the cushion of the couch, face turned away from her expectant audience. They’re hovering, consuming oxygen and producing a sweltering heat. A week ago, she’d have been able to easily fall into sleep’s embrace, but now…
Now her heartbeat quickens, smothering her in doubts and fears, while they watch on.
Hannibal is watching the Moonlight on the water. It’s a dark clear night, the waves are lapping gently on the beach. He can smell salt on the air and memory. Lifting his hand up he looks at it and imagines warm, black blood dripping from his fingertips. He smiles.
He can’t sleep his body is aching and his mind is too alive with thoughts chasing around his head. It’s still here nothing but a slight breeze to ruffle his hair and wrinkle the fabric of his shirt. Inside he is nothing but movement the frenetic energy of his soul is burning electricity. He vibrates.
As always he smells Will before he sees him. Inhaling a deep breath of sea air, remembered scents and Will, Hannibal’s voice is cracked at the edges when he speaks. All his insides threatening to spill out. “Did I wake you?” Will sits down beside him he hands Hannibal one of the tumblrs of whiskey he is holding. Hannibal takes it with gratitude.
“No. I was awake.” Will says and watches Hannibal sip his drink. “The moon is so bright I find it hard to sleep when it’s this bright.” Hannibal turns his head to look at Will he can see the scar on his cheek glistening slightly.
“Too many memories.”
Hannibal laughs and nods “yes.”
Will turns to meet Hannibal’s gaze and smiles. They have been healing, existing, just being with each other. They don’t talk much just lingering glances and small touches. Hannibal misses thier conversations.
Will drains the rest of his drink and places the glass down on the floor by his chair on the porch floor. He slowly stands up and moves in front of Hannibal who watches him with interest. Will takes Hannibal’s glass from him drains the rest of it, Hannibal arches an eyebrow at that, then Will puts the glass on the chair where he had been sitting. Slowly and with care for both thier injuries Will lowers himself onto Hannibal’s lap, legs straddling his hips. Will brings a hand up to card through Hannibal’s hair as Hannibal’s hands rest softly on the small of Will’s back feeling the warmth of him under his thin t shirt. Will lower his head and gently catches Hannibal’s lips in a kiss. Hannibal moans and pulls Will closer to him enjoying the weight of him in his lap. Will bites Hannibal’s lip drawing blood he breaks the kiss then drags a finger across the cut and looks at the droplet of blood as Hannibal sucks on his lower lip eyes never leaving Will, he tastes salt.
Will looks at the blood on his finger and smiles “it still looks black in the moonlight.” He says and sucks the blood off before Hannibal places his hand on the back of Will’s neck bringing him closer.
“Happy Anniversary.” He says before devouring Will biting down on his lip too so their blood mingles once more in the Moonlight.
what she means:
in Disney's The Little Mermaid (1989, dir. Ron Clements & John Musker), Ursula the Sea-Witch (voiced by Pat Carroll) makes a reference to "raking [mer-folk] 'cross the coals" as retribution for not being able to pay her for her magic during her song Poor Unfortunate Souls (written by Howard Ashman & Alan Menken). How does Ursula know what coals are? Where could she have picked up that expression without speaking to a human? The only non-aquatic animal we see mer-people directly speak to is Scuttle, whose grasp of English-speaking human terminology is highly questionable. Moreover, would Ursula ever willingly interact with Scuttle? She displayed no familiarity toward him whatsoever during the wedding confrontation at the end of the film, and yet he immediately recognized her reflection in Ariel's mirror and referred to her as the Sea-Witch. How does Scuttle know that Vanessa, Ursula's human alter-ego, is actually Ursula? His understanding of human technology means he has no way of knowing mirrors don't show the viewer other people's reflections. Consider also the readily available human disguise Ursula had, complete with a pseudonym. Has she made journeys to the surface world as a human before? Is this how she is able to speak authoritatively about what human men like during her song? Who did she interact with in the surface world? Why not go there permanently when banished by King Triton? Nothing apparently stops her magic short of her own self-imposed contractual stipulations or Triton's own magic, which is presented as almost exclusively destructive in nature. On that note,
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
A gentle voice speaks to lugia, somewhere deep in her head. Gentle reassurances, soft encouragement, and sweet whispering echoes in her skull. "You can survive this, my child. I created you with silver tsunamis in your soul and golden storms in your heart. Nothing can take that from you. You hold the ocean's ferocity and calamity in your heart, you hold the healing and serenity of the seas in your soul. Please never forget that, no matter what happens in here."
Those words that rang through her head like a gentle hymn were on repeat. In the emptiness of the Ultra Ball she was stuck in they offered solace.
As she was forced into a terrible machine, locked under cold steel that stung her body it continued to give her strength.
After agonizing time spent struggling for her thoughts and free will under a power stronger than her own she STILL clung onto them until succumbing into her final moments.
Somewhere a free thought slips through her corruption in this exhausted, twisted form: