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08-10-2016, 08:47 AM
Syrena
let the water take me
In the end, she always ends up back here. It’s home in a way nowhere else is. Home to here is everywhere the ocean touches. Home is not Helovia, and it never really will be. She is stuck here, and there’s no version of this life in which she won’t feel stuck here. This land that took everything from her without warning, or she never would have come. This land that would give it back, but only in small pieces, and never all. It wasn’t enough, but it was the best she would ever have now. So she stayed, trying to earn back the small pieces of her life that she lost by no fault of her own.
But the bitterness never left her. The regret, the sorrow. The need to be near the sea, even though she was no longer a siren really. The legends still ran in her veins anyway, even if the powers didn’t. And she always came, wondering if her sisters would visit her, take her into the waves with them and call her home. They never did, but in the end, she didn’t expect them to. It was not her time, and she still wasn’t sure she had a place with them anymore. She wasn’t really a siren, not now.
The sun in setting, Syrena having purposefully waited until it was no longer high in the sky to travel. She spends so much of Tallsun avoiding the heat, hiding in the pools of the Falls, mostly traveling early or late. Today it’s late, the sun turning the sky and the sea reds and oranges. The water isn’t warm enough to turn her shades to match. Instead, as she wades into the water, her legs turn blue and purple. Where the water splashes her gray belly and sides, dots of blues and purples appear. In the dying light of day, she is perhaps beautiful standing there, but she doesn’t feel it. She feels like she is nothing, as she always feels. But here, at least, she is home.
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@Laume
But the bitterness never left her. The regret, the sorrow. The need to be near the sea, even though she was no longer a siren really. The legends still ran in her veins anyway, even if the powers didn’t. And she always came, wondering if her sisters would visit her, take her into the waves with them and call her home. They never did, but in the end, she didn’t expect them to. It was not her time, and she still wasn’t sure she had a place with them anymore. She wasn’t really a siren, not now.
The sun in setting, Syrena having purposefully waited until it was no longer high in the sky to travel. She spends so much of Tallsun avoiding the heat, hiding in the pools of the Falls, mostly traveling early or late. Today it’s late, the sun turning the sky and the sea reds and oranges. The water isn’t warm enough to turn her shades to match. Instead, as she wades into the water, her legs turn blue and purple. Where the water splashes her gray belly and sides, dots of blues and purples appear. In the dying light of day, she is perhaps beautiful standing there, but she doesn’t feel it. She feels like she is nothing, as she always feels. But here, at least, she is home.
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@Laume
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