[P] turn the waves to concrete

[Damascus]

DAMASCUS TO THE MARROW OF MY BONES Her laugh, her smile; it was all so much more beautiful than his own but it was observed without any jealousy - purely with adoration. This eyes of silved glanced once more upon her salty wet feet, trailing his gaze up her lithe legs, the pearlescend skin of her shoulder and the muscles in her neck, her throat, her eyes! Damascus had hardly noticed his jaw had fell apart, the lower half having slunk open in a daze. When he did notice how he stood gawking, he picked his chin from where it lay upon the floor and straightened his neck.  "Goodness feeling giving me you do Maude" Damascus admitted, cheeks swelling as he pulled his chin to his chest in a vibrant blush. Why did that feel so embarrassing!? He had never expected in a thousand years that paying someone a compliment would make him feel so unworthy, yet so hopeful that she might feel the same.  Dohv, who by now had slapped the palm of his paw against his round skull was hopping back up his companion's neck to stand between the giant's ears, peering down at Maude with a slightly apologetic expression. Damascus lingered, waiting for her response and not caring at all for the frightened fish and crabs - they would come back later, and there was plenty more fish in the sea. He liked this fish.