The storm raged on around them, encouraging rolling waves to thrash about as if they were dancing to the torrent of emotions spilling across the distance Between Shore and Sea. Words whipped and echoed like arrows across the tides, inflaming sun tanned cheeks and pale skin with blood red passion.
It was to have been a simple affair--no heart and all body.
But as the being had come ashore in the dead of night what felt like a lifetime ago--and settled its charcoal eyes on a beauty carved from mortal flesh and bone watching the stars in wonder--it had felt a daunting pull that spoke of white hot heat and doom.
From that moment forward they had spun a web of Emerald Longing and Golden Wonder around themselves as their bodies twined again and again. By dawn on that very first morning they were unable to draw themselves apart, so they had stayed cocooned, nestled in a world of damp wood, soft sheets and the scent of sweat, dew and honey in the air.
It could not last, though.
There were laws to obey.
No Merfolk could stay permanently ashore.
And no Human could survive in their underwater world.
So here they stood now, dusk settling like fire on their Whirlwind Romance, breaking each other's hearts because one was not strong enough to defy the natural order. Perhaps this, the being realized, is why humans seem so irresistible to creatures like itself that fall between the folds of heaven and earth. They burn with an eternal flame in their souls that drives them like a battering ram against all odds, willing to set everything alight and raze it all to the ground just to have what they desire most.
It torn at the Merfolk's heart, making it acknowledge--for the first time--that it had no right to play such a game with a generous entity.
As embers of love and hate burned in haunting hazel eyes across cerulean chaos, the creature, turned--a parting barb digging deeply into its core--and dove as fast and deep as it could, like a fish tearing itself unwillingly free.
Here its tears mingled with the murmurs of the sea and its own Brokenhearted Song cast a warning out to its kin to leave the humans be--lest they suffer the same turmoil as thee.
It was to have been a simple affair--no heart and all body.
But as the being had come ashore in the dead of night what felt like a lifetime ago--and settled its charcoal eyes on a beauty carved from mortal flesh and bone watching the stars in wonder--it had felt a daunting pull that spoke of white hot heat and doom.
From that moment forward they had spun a web of Emerald Longing and Golden Wonder around themselves as their bodies twined again and again. By dawn on that very first morning they were unable to draw themselves apart, so they had stayed cocooned, nestled in a world of damp wood, soft sheets and the scent of sweat, dew and honey in the air.
It could not last, though.
There were laws to obey.
No Merfolk could stay permanently ashore.
And no Human could survive in their underwater world.
So here they stood now, dusk settling like fire on their Whirlwind Romance, breaking each other's hearts because one was not strong enough to defy the natural order. Perhaps this, the being realized, is why humans seem so irresistible to creatures like itself that fall between the folds of heaven and earth. They burn with an eternal flame in their souls that drives them like a battering ram against all odds, willing to set everything alight and raze it all to the ground just to have what they desire most.
It torn at the Merfolk's heart, making it acknowledge--for the first time--that it had no right to play such a game with a generous entity.
As embers of love and hate burned in haunting hazel eyes across cerulean chaos, the creature, turned--a parting barb digging deeply into its core--and dove as fast and deep as it could, like a fish tearing itself unwillingly free.
Here its tears mingled with the murmurs of the sea and its own Brokenhearted Song cast a warning out to its kin to leave the humans be--lest they suffer the same turmoil as thee.
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