#it would be The Silent Shore for book one; The Unforgiving Sea for book two; and then The Raging Tide for book three

[megarywrites]

am I really considering changing Seafoam into a trilogy.......I guess I am

[timeforelfnonsense]

VI The Chariot

What’s this?! Elf wrote something?!?!

Here is the first two chapters of book VI for my Arcana fic! 

Ao3

The soft brush of lips against his own. The feeling of finger wound through his hair. The smell of sweet, smokey sent of alder hangs thick in the air. The dream comes to him the same as it does every night since he had fled the city three years ago. Perhaps longer though, if that was true the memories were now lost. “Be careful.” She hums between kisses, “The palace is a dangerous place.” He chuckles burying his face into her curls. He breathes her in, the familiar smell of saltwater and clove filling his nose. “Don’t worry about me.” He assues, placing a kiss atop her head, “With the palaces resources, I’m sure I’ll find a cure in no time.” “I swear if anything happens to you...” She bites her lip casting her gaze to her feet, “I- I just don’t attach myself to people, you know? I’m not built like that… But if I ever did… It doesn't matter. Forget it.” “I don’t think I’ve ever known you to be at a loss for words.” He tugs her closer. His heart aches to see her lips without that dazzling grin of her’s, “I suppose I just have that effect on people.” Still, her brows knit together they way they always did when she’s upset. Tears threatening to pour from her amber-gold eyes. He watches her reach into one of the pouches hanging from her hips. She produces a small sachet filled with delicate purple and white flowers. She takes his hand in her own, placing the sachet into his palm. “It’s a protection charm, angelica and heather.” She offers him a sad smile that feels too much like a goodbye, “Something to remember me by.” “I hardly think I could forget you.”

A sharp pain hits his temple. He winces, eyes squeezing shut. When they open he is in the palace dungeon working into the early hours of the morning. He glances over at the letters piling up on his desk. Reports from the city of the rising death toll. He’d been here for nearly six months and he’d yet to make any progress. He stopped responding to her letters months ago. It was better for them both this way. He couldn’t afford any distractions. She was beautiful and enchanting, with many options. He reminds himself that she had told him once that commitment wasn’t in her nature. She had told him many times before she had fallen into his bed of her many love affairs and casual dalliances. He closes his eyes imagining her on the deck of a ship once again. Grinning ear to ear as the sea spray hits her cheeks. How many times had he imagined her that way? Before he came to this dungeon of horrors he had always pictured himself with her. A lopsided smile tugs at his lips. They would have made quite the pair of swashbucklers. Perhaps they’d join Mazelinka’s crew? Or after the plague was nothing but a bitter memory, he’d buy her a small ship. She’d take him to all her favorite ports as he would her. The sharp feeling returns and he finds himself standing on the shores of Lazaret. He chokes on the heavy smoke. She stares into his soul her eyes dyed scarlet. Ash falls from the sky and clings to her shroud. Her face is sickly pale, her curls thinned. He tries to get closer. To call to her but she slips away. He feels the memory of her fading no matter how hard he fights it. Her voice, her face, her laugh all slipping away like sand through his fingers.

“Julian!” He wakes on the floor of Mazelinka’s hut, tangled in bed sheets. Cold sweat trickling down his neck, his breaths still short. Loss and longing pulling at his heart though he can’t quite recall why. “Julian, are you alright?” Fable rushes past the shabby curtain to his side, “It sounded like you were having a nightmare “Ah, that would be because I was having a nightmare.” She takes a seat beside him on the floor, tucking her legs underneath herself. She reaches over to the nightstand, producing a flask made of olive green glass from her bag. She uncorks it with her teeth before passing it over to him. The rum tastes of cinnamon and cloves, warming his whole body as he drinks. It’s stronger than he would have expected, more the kind of drink he’d expect to find on a pirate ship then in a ladies bag. He thinks back to when she had found him at the Raven, how at home see seemed despite her home in the nice part of the city. He glaces over at her, handing the flask back. “Why were you out of bed? I didn’t wake you did I?” She shakes her head, knocking back a swig of rum for herself. “No, I was already up.” She corks the flask and shrugs, “Couldn’t sleep.” “Oh? Hmm. Lucky for you, I’ve got some experience in the field of insomnia. Have you tried lying in bed consumed by ever mistake you’ve ever made? If that doesn't work you can try pacing and muttering to yourself. Or feverishly writing letters you’ll never send. They won’t put you back to sleep but they’ll pass the time.” He offers her a wishful half grin, “I wish we had more time. But I’m just being selfish aren’t I?” He pulls himself back onto the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” She inquires, golden eyes burning into him with a look that could strip him bare. “Ah can’t keep anything from that piercing gaze, can I?” He sighs, “Do you believe in forgiveness?” She arches a brow, “Forgiveness?” “Do you- Do you think even truly heinous things can be forgiven? Or are there some things you don’t get to come back from?” She sits silent for a few moments. He can see the gears turning in her head as she thinks over her response. “I think it depends on what and why.” She finally responds, “Sometimes life forces you to do things you don’t want to because it’s the only way. Some things are unforgivable but not many. I do know you can’t stay frozen though. Life has to go on.” “I just wish I could remember… then I’d know if I did something unforgivable.” “What will you do if you have?” She retorts fingers worrying the hem of the loss fitting shirt. “If I can’t make it right… I’ll take whatever punishment I deserve. Without question.” He shakes his head and lets out a dark chuckle, “Well isn’t this a dour conversation. Five cups of coffee and I’ll get the pep back in my step.” He patts the space in the bed beside him throwing the bedding back. Inviting her to join him. She crawls into the the sheets, tucking herself under his lean arms. “What’s the world like, outside of the city?” She asks, looking up at him though curly lashes. “Not had much cause for travel? I’m surprised honestly. You seem a worldly sort.” He pulls her a little closer, “I’ve been all over. What do you want to hear about the pirate ships that plague the Frozen Sea? Or maybe the priest lords of Firent? Ahh I could tell you the tale of the floating city of Hjalle-” His ears go red, “Ah, maybe not that one. It’s a little compromising.” She giggles, “I hardly think you could offend me.” She pauses for a moment, “Tell me about where you grew up?” “Nevivon, a little town south of here, in the salt flats. It’s known for its salt water hot springs.” His tone nostalgic, He absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair “I haven’t been back in a spell and once Pasha left I didn’t have much reason to go back.” “Do you miss it?” “I suppose I do. Do you miss your home?” She is clearly not from Vesuvia. Her accent, her style of dress are distinctly forging perhaps somewhere southern? The points of her ears indicate elven heritage, a people not often seen in Vesuvia. “I suppose I must.” Her response is a bit hollow. Her voice ringing with uncertainty. He can sense the building tension. “How about I tell you about the time I stole a pregnant war elephant?” He watches the tension ebbed away with her laughter. “But only if you promise to still have some respect for me.”

She’d nodded off halfway through his second story. She now dozed softly beside him in the little twin bed. Her head resting against his bare chest, loss ringlets tickling his skin. He traces the line of her collarbone with his index finger. She was so small. Waking, her bold presence seemed to add a few inches. He watches the way her chest rises and falls with each slow breath. It’s strangely mesmerizing. He places a peck on her exposed shoulder. “Beautiful…” He whispers before placing a lingering kiss on the line of her jaw. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone this badly in all his life. She’d only been in his life for a short time, yet it felt as if she had known him for ages. She was fearless and strong and oh so painfully lovely. Panic seizes him. He can’t keep her… He was selfish to even consider asking her to stay. He should have insisted she take the bed and slept in the hole. He’d put her in danger by encouraging her advances. If the countess found out… A chill runs down his spine. He slips out of bed, untangling himself from her limbs. He needs air. He needs to be away from her. To shake himself free of his love sick haze. He slips his jacket and coat on glancing back at her sleeping form. Careful of the creaking floor boards he dips out of the hut.

[prismtowerprincess]

An electrifying love story: book 1, chapter 1

This story can be found on my wattpad, Fluffyminccino. I decided to post this on tumblr as well! I hope you enjoy!

Now, before I get into the story, let me tell you how this story came to mind..

It came around the XY series ended, and I was playing Black 2 around that time. My fascination with water type Pokemon made me create an OC named Sierra. Get it? Sea.. Era? :D (I'm not funny.) anyway, I made her the soon to be water type gym leader of Humilau City. Marlon, the CURRENT :D (still not funny) gym leader of the city's cousin. She was born in the Simon region, after the divorce of her mother and father, and after her mother fell ill, they moved to the Unova region. Months later, her mother passed away. And she went to live with her cousin. During this time, she fell into Team Plasma, and eventually became their admin, doing whatever Ghetsis commanded her to do. They fooled her and used her for their selfish purposes. Like befriending Ash and company then betraying them trying to take Iris's Axew. Ghetsis brainwashed her, making her think they were doing good. If you all would like me to keep posting my chapters as I keep writing, let me know! :D enjoy!

Chapter 1: the admin's fall

Hovering over the Unova region was Team Plasma's Air fortress, our heroes, Ash, Iris, and Cilan stood against most of Team Plasma's goons. Every single one of them were about to get their pokeballs ready, but a voice stopped them. "Stop!"

Team Plasmas admin, Sierra. To Ash, she looked completely different before she betrayed them. All innocent and nice, sweet and loyal. But now? She was a completely different person in her team plasma uniform. Here she is, hand girl to Ghetsis.

"You, need to leave." She said coldly.

"Why are you doing this?!" Ash yelled.

She lifted her head to face them, getting a pokeball ready. “Don’t you see? We are trying to make Unova a better place. Face it.. without us, Pokemon everywhere will be abused and treated like servants for the rest of their lives, and I’m not going to let it happen.”

Don’t YOU see that Team Plasma is using you? They’ve mess with your head, Sierra! Trust me, Team Plasma is not what you think it is, they don’t care about y-“

Sierra stomped her foot with her long, high heeled boots. “Enough of this. You can’t change my mind.” She threw one of her pokeballs. “Go! Vaporeon!”

The water type Pokemon came out, it growled at the group and barked at them.

“Use Hydro pump.”

“Poooooooooooreon!” It released a hush of water from its mouth.

Ash counterattacked. “Dodge it, Pikachu! Use thunderbolt!”

“Piiiiiiika.. chuuuuu!!”

Vaporeon was zapped by thunderbolt and fried to a crisp. Sierra sighed and withdrew Vaporeon to its ball. “Thank you Vaporeon..” She was about to reach and grab another ball, but before she could, they were all interrupted by a voice. “I’m just getting-“

“-That’s enough, Sierra. No more battling.” A voice said from upstairs in the shadows. It was Team Plasma’s feared leader, Ghetsis.

“S-sir!” She saluted.

He walked down the stairs. “The next step of our plan is about to into action, Sierra. Reshiram will finally be ours, and I do not need you causing a scene with these intruders. You wouldn’t want me giving your position as admin to someone else, would you?”

“Sir, no sir!” She stood at attention.

He chuckled. “Good. Now.. take these intuders and throw them out of here. I don’t want our plan of world domination to be disrupted.”

“Yes s-“ Sierra was about to take his orders but she stopped. “Wait.. world.. domination..? But I- I- thought.. that we were saving Pokemon from abuse, and-“

“Oh my little admin, it’s about time that I told you the cold hard truth. Those Pokemon we took away, weren’t being abused.”

“What?!” She exclaimed in shock. “Then why were we taking them from so many people?!”

Ghetsis let out a cold chuckle again. “Why.. we were using them for our team, our Pokemon army of course. Did you really think we, of Team Plasma, were doing good? All we want is to rule the world. Not anything else. Do you understand?”

Then it finally hit Sierra. Everything she’s been doing.. all those Pokemon she “saved” was nothing but an evil scheme to rule the world. She took those Pokemon from so many innocent people who loved them.. they weren’t helping Pokemon who were in trouble.. she felt ashamed. The team she knew, the people she trusted, were nothing but traitors. In anger, she threw her plasma mask off.

“What are you doing?” Ghetsis asked.

She stood by the exit, opening the door. “You all.. lied to me. I thought you all were doing good.. and were my friends and allies.. but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You have betrayed me, and are nothing to me!!”

Ash and friends stood there shocked at the scene.

“Ash, should we-“

Ash shook his head. “No Cilan. She deserves to know the truth. She was blinded by her leader’s lies.”

“What are you saying, Sierra?”

“I’m saying.. that I quit. I quit Team Plasma. Nothing I’ve done up to this point matters anymore..” she ran to the case full of stolen pokeballs. “Ash..”

Ash looked at her. “Y-Yeah?”

“I’m.. I’m sorry. To all of you. I should’ve listened to you, and I should’ve never betrayed you. What I’ve done was unforgivable.. I regret all of the lies I told you. My only favor I could ask you is to return these Pokemon to their owners.. please.”

Ash stood there motionless, nodding his head. “I will. And.. I-I’m sorry, Sierra-“

“Please, don’t apologize.. I have to go.”

And with that, she jumped out of the side of the air fortress, which was flying over Undella Bay.

“SIERRA!!” Ash, Iris, and Cilan screamed. All they heard was a splash in the distance. She was gone.

“Well well well.. looks like she bailed after all.” Ghetsis said, arms crossed. “She was just about useless to me anyway..”

“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done!” Iris yelled.

“She could be dead, your admin! She was loyal to you! And you don’t care?!”

He laughed. “Child, I couldn’t care less. She may have been loyal, but she was truly nothing but a pawn. I knew she was too naive to figure out what exactly we were doing. So.. it’s her loss. And it cost her her life, a foolish decision if you ask me.”

“How could you say that?!” Cilan protested.

Ash stopped them. Just stop, guys.. what’s done is done. Let’s just take everyone’s pokeballs and leave. Returning them was her favor after all..”

“Yeah..”

“You’re right..”

Ash ran after the case and grabbed it. “Charizard!!”

“Dragonite!!”

The two dragons flew over to the entrance from outside and let their trainers hop onto them. And with the case full of stolen pokeballs, they escaped before Ghetsis could attack.

“NO! come back with those pokeballs, you brats!”

A grunt walked up to him and out a hand on his shoulder. “Sir.. what do we do now?”

“Now?” He chuckled. “The plan doesn’t change. Keep our course straight for the giant chasm. Our plans to capture Reshiram and Kyurem have not changed! We Team Plasma.. will rule the world..!”

.......

While they were flying overhead of Unova’s seas, they were silent. Trying to see if they could spot Sierra floating above water. But they didn’t. They mourned at the fact that Sierra didn’t make it.

“Do you think she-“

Ash cut Cilan off. “I.. I don’t know.. she didn’t deserve this, any of it.”

But meanwhile..

“...” “...”

*COUGH COUGH HACK* Sierra dragged herself up, she had been dragged out of the Undella Bay by an unknown force. “Wh-What.. what happened..?” She tried to gain her vision back. “How did I.. end up here..?”

She looked around and soon after giving up, she saw a Dewgong coming up from the shore towards her, carrying berries in its mouth.

“Dewgong! Dew gong gong!” It chirped happily, happy that she was awake.

She was confused as she pet it on the head. “Did you.. rescue me?”

Dewgong nodded its head, then handed her some berries for her to eat. She took them and ate some.

“These are delicious! Thank you so much.. I can’t thank you enough for saving me..”

The sea lion Pokemon was happy to hear her kind words. It jumped on top of her and started licking her face affectionately.

“Hahahahahahaha!!” She giggled. “H-hey! St-stop that! Hahaha- That tickles!”

Dewgong smiled at her. Backing away, it gave her more berries to eat.

“You’re too kind, Dewgong..”

After she finished, she stood up and looked all around her. Undella town was just behind her.

“Undella town.. I’d better get out of here, and fast.. I don’t want Officer Jenny finding me in my uniform..”

She pet Dewgong and they said their goodbyes. She made it out of the town and she ran all the way back to her home in Humilau city. Once she found her house, she found her cousin Marlon sitting in the chair with his arms crossed.

"Sierra.."

“Marlon-! Oh.. you.. you know about everything..”

“Yeah. I know.. but it doesn’t mean I love you any less, cousin.. listen, Officer Jenny spotted you on the way here and she’s coming. She called me. You have to leave if you don’t want to go to jail. She knows you’re a part of Team Plasma.”

“Oh my god.. b-but Marlon..”

“I’m sorry, cousin..” He pulled her into a hug, then handed her a plane ticket. “Take this, hurry and leave before she catches you.. call me once you get there-“

“Marlon!”

He stopped her from protesting. “Sierra, I know this whole mess with Team Plasma wasn’t your fault, you were blinded by trying to stop other’s mistakes. But Team Plasma still committed crimes. The police are coming, call me once you get there, okay?”

She started to cry. Her tears soaked her already soaked uniform. She tried to convince him to let her stay, but it was too dangerous. He hugged her tight, and told her to run. And that’s exactly what she did. And she never looked back.

Sierra was an outlaw in the Unova region.

While running, she did her best to cover up the logo on her uniform while trying to make herself look halfway decent. But then, she noticed, a pokeball was in her pocket. She had forgotten to put one back.. but she was going to worry about that when she left. For now, she had to go. She arrived at the airport and handed them her ticket.

“FLIGHT #7 TO THE KALOS REGION BOARDING NOW.”

[ombreecha]

Down Below

Series: Lifetimes Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: T Prompt: Pirates and Mermaids

Waters down below and salt within the air. The rolling of the waves against the wood and the shift of the vessel beneath the worn and heavy boots weathered from the sea. Ghosts linger upon the crew’s tongues. Wild tall tales and masts that stand even taller all they know as they sail forward.

He’s done this a long time—long enough to have become crueler with every run in.

Sea serpents challenging within the storm. Kraken awakened and ready to drag them down below. Siren’s coaxing luring them away. Sea beasts employed when they had killed one too many of the Siren. Mermaids—they’re devilfish.

The grind of his teeth comes at such a thought, and yet here they are hunting one.

Guards of the fountain of youth. He doesn’t need more than their tears.

The call of one his crew has him turning and regarding them silently. He’s the captain of this vessel. They’re curious as to what has put them in search of something so dangerous.

This is one of selfish intent—it’s not of their business. They’re his crew. They’ll do as he says.

—Or they’ll find themselves overboard.

A wave of his hand is all he intends to give. He pays them all well enough in the spoils that have come a long the way. There’s a time limit to this journey upon the sea. They have to act quickly. They have no time to take in the feelings of such devilfish.

They’re far from home but it still feels close. His mother awaits back on shores too man miles to count. He’ll bring her the fountain of youth. He’ll help her over come her illnesses or fall into an ambiance of nothing left.

The night is dark but the stars make it easy to know where they’re heading. The city they search for is one that protects these devilfish when they deem it fit to masquerade as humans. Disgusting—they’re regarded as beauties that lure men into their arms only to drag them down below the waters surface. He’ll be damned if he falls for such trickery.

The creak beneath his books comes as he releases his hold upon the edge his ship and makes for his cabin. They’ve got more than enough nights before they’ll dock, and flood their city. Sleep is all that can be done here. The sea is calm and that means the majority of them can rest at ease.

He trusts his men to get them there safe. Under covers and under no light he settled. The map disregarded upon his desk. The shift of the boat beneath him barely felt, and that all too familiar sounds that come with living on waters. They’ve become calming over the years. He’s adjusted so much that sleeping and staying on shore feels off—oddly unsatisfying.

That won’t stop him from returning home.

His mother needs him and he’ll do whatever it takes to bring her the fountain of youth.

He can rid himself of concern once that’s done.

A wink or two is all he’s given before he’s brought about by the sound of thunder, and the light given off by lightning outside. His coat is the last thing as on his mind no less his hat as he shoves off the blankets and makes his way out upon the ship. His men are rushing and frantic to keep their ship from being over turned, and he’s right beside them pulling upon the ropes as they begin to slide back and forth.

Wet and soaked deep down to the bone. The waves come over the side of his ship spilling upon the wood. They’re being tossed so unforgiving, and the only thing they’ve got going for them is the lack of a sea monster. Their hands are tied up enough trying to keep themselves and the ship steady upon such violent waves.

Cracks of lightning don’t make it any less difficult.

One of his men is going over tripping and down below their scream a melody this late in the game. They’ll escape within the dawn—that’s the life they’ve lived.

No one can breath and it’s as the wave comes over that he’s rushing forward to stop another from falling over. He’s their captain and regardless of rumors there is honor among them. His hand’s grabbed a hold of their wrist and there’s the pull of his drenched shirt from behind—but no amount of honor or man power is stopping the wave that towards over them.

Eyes wide and a refusal to let go is what’s going to cost him dearly. His lungs are full and he feels the water rising above his head as he’s been thrown overboard. The crew member he had sought to keep from such fate can’t even be heard as he fights in vain to stay a float.

It’s like the breath before a dive—quick and gone just as fast had it had come.

That crushing sound from the sky above is the only thing he can take it as water comes within his nose. His men are seeking to retrieve them but that won’t be what happens.

There’s something twisting under his arms and around his torso—he’ll be dragged down below.

Fight or flight—he be damned before any of these creatures take him with them within the waters.

If only he could breath has he thrashes back against whatever holds him.

Fingers upon his eyes and that arm tightening around his torso. He’s whipped back and forth and his ship isn’t right before him any more it’s so much further away. It seems they won’t have to cause a ruckus within the city they had sought—a mermaids gone and come to him instead.

This is no time to see this as a victory. They have the upper hand.

He wants that quite silence from deep within his cabin. Yet, he’s twisting and pushing.

Washed away and submerged. That devilfish has lost her hold on him with such force. It’s not enough as the water over takes him and he finally finds some of that quite silence. Underneath such violent waves it’s so much calmer. All that energy, and all that strength is gone as he sinks further below. His hand reaches out as if he can just grab the surface.

Lids flutter down and an unforgivable acceptance comes over him He’s done this for such a long time—too long if he’s being honest.

This is his life though. This is the route he had taken. It’s a fitting end—but a sour one no less.

The fountain of youth wouldn’t come to his hands inside of a watery grave. There’s a terror when you go this far down. It’s dark and deep, and that light from the surface just continues to become dimmer as the body becomes heavier.

His eyes open wide and all it can take in is a bright blue. There’s something within his throat and it’s got him twisting as it constricts and expels the bitter sea water. The hack that comes has his body quaking. His limbs are exhausted and his mind fuzzy and the sea water continues to rise from his stomach.

“You wouldn’t have half of that in your system if you hadn’t fought with me so much.” a shadow follows the voice blowing the sun from him.

Fingers twist within the sand and come between his fingers. It sticks to his skin, and he’s oddly aware of his surroundings and how much him being on a shore doesn’t make sense. A look over his shoulder and all there is, is long pale rose and sea foam green. This woman—no she’s just masquerading before him.

She’ll never be a human. She’ll only be a disgusting imitation.

This creature breaths water, and air—no mere woman does that. They lure men deep into the water and drag them down below.

She will be no different.

Adrenalin has him before and dropping them to the floor. His fingers tight upon her throat, “What’s your game?”

There’s a pause from her—no, it—as if it’s contemplating the answer. They only know how to deceive and trick. Lids with lashes of pale pink dip down. It’s not even trying to fight back even as he sits atop of it aggressive and threatening.

“I’m playing at nothing, Captain.” her voice is tight with so much pressure upon it.

The flex of his fingers has him weary, and then those sea foam green emerge pointedly and unphased by this rough treatment.

“Why save me then?” he pushes down further as if to make a point before release some of the pressure upon her throat, “You obviously know who I am.”

“I’m not employed by the siren.” the response it gives makes him feel like it’s attempt casual conversation as he feels the way it’s throat moves as it swallows, “You’re but a man who had fallen overboard—title and reputation are nothing when you’re drowning.”

There’s a hiss and he’s reapplied the pressure—he would tolerate no such trickery, “Why did you save me?”

Those fingers wrap around his wrist before sliding up through the sand that covers his skin and clothes. He’s not allowing a response and there’s a mild curiosity of what kind of trickery it’ll attempt as it touches him. Those fingers press against his chest almost too comfortably making him release just a bit of the pressure upon her throat once more in wanting to know its response, “It’s better than you finding your end isn’t it?”

There’s a hesitance in what move to make next. This disgusting imitation could have dragged him deep into the water or left him as he slowly fell to the seas bottom—it didn’t.

There’s no explanation truly given with such a response. He knows there has to be some form of deception in this. It’s conjuring it up that has him hesitating. Slowly as if to make it apparent he won’t hesitate to grip her throat once more he releases her throat. Fingers float above it’s throat.

He can see why these creatures can lure men to their depths. Physically it’s ethereal and enticing with such a color palette—but it doesn’t lessen the disgust he feels for such a creature.

They’re dangerous. —but they also guard the fountain of youth.

Carefully he watches as it’s lips turn slowly, “I’m surprised you have so much energy to wrestle in the sand.”

He’s more than waterlogged, and as if because it’s spoken of the aches his muscles feel they make themselves prominent in their pulse. Knee shifting in the sand he’s rising above it. He needs away from it—the more he looks down upon it the more allure he’s finding.

He knows better.

Sitting up it raises it’s hands above their head stretching. The silence between them is thick on his end and almost airy on it’s. Eyes carefully watch as it makes it’s way to the shores edge, “There’s a town not to far from here.” it raises it’s hand within the general direction, “Be sure to be careful next time, Captain Sasuke Uchiha.”

The lowering if it’s lids comes as if to tease him, and then with a shift it’s facing the sea once more. He could stop this mermaid here and now but it would do him no good. There’s no way he could capture a tear in this scenario.

“Your name?” his voice his gruff and his throat burns at the use.

The spin upon it’s feet comes within the sand, “Sakura—safe travels.” a step within the water and then a turn back before it’s diving head first within the waters.

Irritation is bubbling within him at the antics of this mermaid. He’s lost his chance here, but there will be another mermaid after it. This is for the best. He knows what to expect with the next. It had saved him just the same, and so he wouldn’t bring further harm or threat to it.

For it’s own sake it had best never cross paths with him once again. Memaids. They’re truly devilfish.