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01-14-2016, 08:32 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
Someone joined her and it was a true testament to how far she had slipped because for a while, she didn’t even react. It took her a moment to notice and, truthfully, if he hadn’t spoken to her she might not have even noticed at all. He. His presence still disgusted her, infuriated her, but she no longer had the energy or the drive to act on those emotions. Syrena’s blue-grey eyes drift from the ocean that they got their colour from and toward him. There was a faint tug at her memory upon seeing his face but weren’t they all the same? All the males she had met in Helovia and elsewhere were blends of faces. It didn’t really matter if she had seen him before, he was just as plain as the rest of them had been.
But in this land, so was she. There were fins along the back of her cheeks, on her legs, scales that lined her body, but she felt utterly normal.
It had been a long time since he had asked his question but she finally responded - eyes moving back to the gentle waves that folded and rose before them. “My sisters.” They had come to her once, to gift magic to her and begged her not to despair. But it was easy for them, they were already dead. Their troubles in this world were over. But she would visit them every day if it meant that she got to be returned to them.
Although she disgusted herself with how she was continuing the smalltalk, answering the questions he asked with a deadened voice but answering them all the same. “The sea. The sky is nothing, a void that reflects the sea because it wishes they were one and the same.” How could anyone be entranced by the sky?
She doesn’t ask the questions back but the flat fin on the back of her cheek nearest to him twitches, the tiniest of gestures to invite him to, if he should wish.
But in this land, so was she. There were fins along the back of her cheeks, on her legs, scales that lined her body, but she felt utterly normal.
It had been a long time since he had asked his question but she finally responded - eyes moving back to the gentle waves that folded and rose before them. “My sisters.” They had come to her once, to gift magic to her and begged her not to despair. But it was easy for them, they were already dead. Their troubles in this world were over. But she would visit them every day if it meant that she got to be returned to them.
Although she disgusted herself with how she was continuing the smalltalk, answering the questions he asked with a deadened voice but answering them all the same. “The sea. The sky is nothing, a void that reflects the sea because it wishes they were one and the same.” How could anyone be entranced by the sky?
She doesn’t ask the questions back but the flat fin on the back of her cheek nearest to him twitches, the tiniest of gestures to invite him to, if he should wish.
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