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05 July 2008 @ 12:16 am
#014: Quote Interpretation  
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Prompt: Quote Interpretation (interpret the following, taken from the last stanza of T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Profrock, however you like):

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


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agapeflower117agapeflower117 on July 5th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
A Promise: Bella/Edward/Jacob (PG-13)
Hey all, I'm new here and came with a drabble! Hope you like it!

She sputtered back to reality in Jacob's grasp, dragged from the ocean's cold arms to the bristle and crash of the shore; and she knew, in her hazy, half-conscious state, that's what she had wanted most. Edward. The sea. Edward. It made sense to her - he was taking all sorts of forms these days, so why not that wild, open space of blue? Why not that majestic, dangerous tide that pulled her deeper into itself with waves as cold as vampire's hands?

Metaphor, my dear, she tells herself, all is metaphor; and this is one she likes, so she continues. With her eyes closed, her hand laid out, palm up, fingers pointing towards the ocean and its high cliffs, she makes a promise to the ocean.

Tell me you want me, she thinks fiercely, almost violently. Tell me you want me and I'll come to you - I will fall into your space; I will hold my breath until there is nothing left for me to breathe but you.

She sputters, awake, hearing nothing but Jacob's voice in her ear, telling her urgently to come back - to him, for him.

There is the meal, a fisherman once told her during the summer visits; and then there is the catch.