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dark-giver · 11 months ago
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stdennard · 4 years ago
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You know that two characters are your OTP when you have a dream about a perfectly plotted fanfic of them (even though I’m only on Windwitch and they’re making me sad).... do you know if Merik and Safi have a ship name among the fandom?? I love them and I love your books!
I am so glad you like them!!
I think the ship name is Safik, though I’m sure Witchlanders can hop on here and correct me if I’m wrong...
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sxfik · 5 years ago
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Merik, after trying to ask Safi out: I was completely flustered. I came off like an idiot. I mean, at one point, for no reason, I just took off my shoes and held them in my hand.
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kavkavsky · 5 years ago
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*during the storm in Lejna*
Iseult: It’s a bird!
Safi: It’s a mountain bat!
Merik *devastated*: It’s Kullen, cleaving.
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youlovemeade · 6 years ago
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I feel like we need to come up with some ship names for all the ships in the witchlands... Should we all band together and come up with some? It could make it easier to track and then bring more notes to the witchland posts
I AGREE, WE NEED UNIFORMITY.
That being said, I am the actual worst at coming up with ship names, so...
I guess the first place to start would be deciding the format? The different formats I can think of are:
Name-mashing
Witchery-mashing
Or we could steal from the Pokemon fandom and do symbolshipping
Pros and cons for each of those:
Name-mashing:
Pro: Ensures the ship name will be unique
Con: Some names do not mash well and it's HARD DSGUHSUIGHSD
Witchery-mashing:
Pro: Easier to do and usually sounds ok no matter what
Con: What about characters without witcheries???
Symbolshipping:
Pro: Usually sounds good
Con: Is it unique enough not to overlap with the pokemon fandom lol
SO LET ME THROW OUT SOME OPTIONS FOR EACH FORMAT, and then people can decide which format they like best and throw out more options for those, and then I can gather people's responses and make another post (since reblogs don't show up in searches) with what seems to be everyone's preference?
THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS BUT....again..............I am terrible at naming ships, so please, please, please add to this :)
Safi x Merik:
Name-mashing: Safik, Same (lol), Serik, Mesa, Mefiya, Meriya
Witchery-mashing: Truthwind, Windtruth
Symbolshipping: Fourstepshipping, Contractshipping
Iseult x Aeduan:
Name-mashing: I think Baeseult is what Twitter decided on before for this one
Witchery-mashing: Bloodthread, Threadblood
Symbolshipping: Lighthouseshipping, Amonrashipping, Fireflyshipping
Vivia x Stix:
Name-mashing: Stivia, Vix
Witchery-mashing: Tidewater, Watertide
Symbolshipping: Firstmateshipping, Pinshipping, Damshipping
Ryber x Kullen:
Name-mashing: Rylen, Ryblen, Kullery...? (These are terrible, I am terrible)
Witchery-mashing: Airsight, Sightair
Symbolshipping: Smileshipping, Paladinshipping, Rookshipping
Leopold x Vaness (YEAH IDC IF I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES SOB):
Name-mashing: Leoness (ohhh), Vapold, Valeo, Leova
Witchery-mashing: ...Leopold doesn't have a witchery right...unless he's a heretic... we can put Ironcharm here because Leopold's charm is his witchery
Symbolshipping: Gownshipping, Dateshipping
Safi x Vaness:
Name-mashing: Vans, Saness, Safess, Savan...
Witchery-mashing: Irontruth (ohhh), Truthiron
Symbolshipping: Flailshipping, Choiceshipping
Caden x Safi (AGAIN IDC IF I'M THE ONLY ONE...I ship everything):
Name-mashing: Saden, Cafi, Cadensa
Witchery-mashing: ...Truthhell? Truthbard?
Symbolshipping: Nooseshipping, Hereticshipping, Hellbardshipping
DID I MISS ANY SHIPS?? Tell me what I missed below and what your favorite format/ship name is for them.@stdennard Maybe you could tell Twitter to come here to vote?
@enchantedt-fandoms @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername @wildbeautifuldreamer
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morebooks-pls · 7 years ago
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I need more Witchlands blogs to follow!!
Reblog this post if you’re a fan of the witchland series! I wanna theorize and fangirl with all of you... and i need more witchlands on my dash
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alexielapril · 4 years ago
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Safi and Merik
♥️♥️♥️
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gilded-moon · 3 years ago
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News being announced that Safi and Merik are married:
The entire nation of Nubrevna that thought Merik was dead:
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witchlcnds · 4 years ago
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safi swearing “piss-pies” and caden agreeing by saying “piss-pies” right after is what i call ship material 😔✊
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dark-giver · 11 months ago
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What happens to "enemies next to lovers"?!? I don't want to criticize but in today's YA books the "enemies" part is cut off entirely. She thinks he is the most handsome man since the.first.time.she.saw.him. And he wants her from the moment he lays eyes on her?!? And I ask what's going on? I don't see at what point in the book they are enemies. And the fact that I read the same male main character in every YA book, I don't think to comment on it at all.
But, look, Susan Dennard is the Queen of ,,enemies to lovers". Safiand Merick had a fight the first time they met and continued to fight for quite a long time before they decided they liked each other. Aeduan and Iseult....well Aeduan tried to kill her and Iseult's first words to Aeduan are something like beheading him. In both couples, sympathy emerges with difficulty slowly, and during that time at least there is chemistry.
This is how enemies become lovers.
Without stereotypes and clichés.
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fortheloveofbooks · 4 years ago
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Not sure I did this right, but here we go. I saw your book rec game and I'm always down for more recs. I love enemies to love, redemption arcs, morally grey characters and am a sucker for a good slowburn. Fave ships: Kaz/Inej, Nesta/Cassian, Will/Elizabeth, Roy/Riza, Tella/Legend, Lorcan/Elide, Jane/Bingley. I'm in my early 20s, a libra, and gravitate towards fantasy thriller/suspense. Any recs? I'll take any and all
@emenem17
Ok you made this really easy because if I’m being completely honest, those tropes are all I read haha. So my top five recs for you, because you haven’t mentioned them so I’m assuming you haven’t read them yet, are:
The Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden, which is based on Russian mythology, and features a suspenseful enemies to lovers slow burn between a powerful young woman on a mission to save her homeland and her demon adversary ; )
The Witchlands Series by Susan Dennard features TWO enemies to lovers pairs, an innovative and original concept of magic, morally grey characters, and a complicated, fantastical adventure centered around ending an inevitable war before it begins. And since you mentioned Elide and Lorcan, I have to mention that there are parts in this series where our favorite enemies-to-lovers pair reluctantly embarks on a long trip through wilderness together ; )
The Serpent and Dove Series by Shelby Mahurin is a playfully written story featuring a very natural enemies to lovers romance between a sassy, hot headed, witch on the run from her coven and a level headed, rational, and sometimes all too moral, witch hunter.
The Folk of the Air Trilogy by Holly Black is probably the first series that comes to mind when I think of good enemies to lovers slowburns. Faeries, riddles, mysteries, strategizing, adventure, sword fighting, drunk pretty bois, murder, coups, fairy feuds... what more can I say? It’s not quite as... mature of a series if I’m being honest, but in the sense that it’s really straight forward and the writing is easy to read, not that... mature things don’t happen, if you catch my meaning, or that there aren’t a thousand plot twists and a thousand more puzzle pieces to the story that Holly Black puts together seamlessly by the end.
And if you’re into dark stuff and also have infinite patience, I recommend the Something Dark and Holy Trilogy by Emily A Duncan. I loved it because it features a tall, dark and handsome villain you can’t help but love, and a painfully slow-burning enemies-to-lovers romance between said villain and a powerful young woman bent on bringing down the enemy kingdom. However, this series is not for everyone as it is not exactly plot heavy for a good bit of the books. Duncan spends a lot of time developing the characters, politics, and magic concepts. Personally, I liked those slower parts because they allowed me to enjoy the characters’ banter and budding relationships, so I’d say give it a try!
Also, go read my review of the House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas from her new Crescent City series. It is primarily a mystery set in an urban fantasy world that happens to feature an enemies to lovers slow burn, and is also very mature in both the writing and topics tackled in the story. My review goes into more detail though, so give it a read for more info.
I hope you enjoys these series if you haven’t already! If you want more information on any of them, Goodreads has great descriptions and plenty of reviews to help you make up your mind. Let me know how it goes!
And as always, happy reading, love! ❤️ 📚 💖
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sxfik · 5 years ago
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safi: listen, iseult, when was the last time anything went according to the plan?
iseult: i do not think there was a last time.
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noisyartisanfarmjudge · 5 years ago
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Stay strong Safik shippers...lol
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Finally starting Windwitch this week. There better be kissing.
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thevoidwell · 4 years ago
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The witchlands ships on a movie night
Safi x Merik - Chapter 24 of Safi, No
Aeduan x Iseult - constant agonizing over whether they’re sitting too close or glancing over at each other too much to be plausible 
Vivia x Stix - about halfway through, Stix reaches out and holds Vivia’s hand.  It’s not at a particularly scary or tense scene, she just does it.  And Vivia certainly isn’t going to let go, so they’re holding hands for the rest of the movie
Ryber x Kullen - for them, watching a movie is basically just an excuse to sit super close and cuddle for two hours.  The Rook watches the movie from Kullen’s shoulder
Safi x Caden - they don’t get to actually enjoy the movie because Caden spends the whole time relentlessly criticizing the actors 
Vivia x Vaness - they rarely have the time to watch movies together, but when they do it’s just a calming way to rewind for both of them
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eilonwiiy · 4 years ago
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All That Glitters
Summary: A fluffy Safi/Merik one-shot set in the Bookends verse.  
Inspired by this ship meme ask: Who tries to start role-playing in bed?   Answer: Safi, but it only ends in a fit of laughter.  Safi is a terrible actress and they both know it.  
Ships: Safi/Merik
Read on AO3: here
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Safi adjusted the sequined torture contraption plastered to her thighs for what felt like the hundredth time since she shimmied into it.  It wasn’t really meant for torture, but when something dissolved the use of her legs and made her feel like a sausage casing, torture didn’t seem so a far-reaching.
This was supposed to be sexy.
She tried shifting her thighs, glued together by sweat, to no avail.  She was beginning to think that maybe she had gone about this the wrong way.  A mermaid seemed like the obvious choice when the idea had popped into her head.  Merik had a strong connection to the ocean, having grown up in Nubrevna, and for as long as she’d known him - which, granted, wasn’t very long - he’d find any excuse to talk about his years spent sailing and adventuring on the high seas as a boy.  But now, with legs tightly gift wrappped in shimmering spandex, it seemed stupid to have eliminated, in her most humble opinion, her best features - if only for the supreme discomfort she was in.  Her boobs weren’t faring much better.  The vinyl shell-shaped monstrosity strapped across her chest would soon become a permanent fixture on her body if Merik didn’t turn up soon.  This was, of course, for him after all.  
It wasn’t that things had grown stale in the bedroom.  Quite the contrary.  Safi found herself spending more and more time with Merik than ever before.  Skipping her morning classes was becoming all too much of a habit to the point where her sociology professor had personally reached out to her by email asking if everything was alright.  Embarrassed, Safi had quickly replied thanking her for her concern and assuring her that she was ok.  More than ok (though she’d left out the finer details as to why in her response).
And yet.
She couldn’t help but feel as though something was out of place.  Between him and her.  They hadn’t had “the talk”.  Yet.  And as Merik had proven on more than one occasion that he was just as maddeningly stubborn as Safi, they never would.  But that didn’t stop her from having many long-winded and, ultimately, unproductive talks with herself.  She was growing discontent with the one-sidedness of it all, especially when she was all too painfully aware of what she was thinking.  She wanted to know what the real Merik was thinking, not the fantasy version she carried around in her head all day - the one that wanted more than the whatever they were doing now.  Because on the days she opted out of her morning class, she wasn’t hanging around for just a tumble in the sheets.  I mean, that certainly wasn’t a deterrent.  Merik was living up to every bit of expertise he’d so boorishly boasted when they’d begun dancing circles around each other.  But that wasn’t all there was to it anymore.  Most mornings when her cell alarm woke her up after spending the night, the desire to stay tucked against Merik’s chest and wrapped in his arms far outweighed doing anything else, and in the last week, she was almost positive she’d picked up on his reluctance to do the same.  This was highly unusual.  When they’d first started hooking up, he’d be showered, dressed, and halfway through eating a banana - what he called breakfast, the barbarian - all before she’d even hit the snooze button on her alarm the first time in a long series of snoozes.  Now, all of a sudden, Merik was following her alarm’s example and snoozing right alongside Safi.  Not so long that he missed class - he hadn’t gone through a complete personality transplant - but enough that Safi awoke to a thoroughly eye-opening ‘good morning’.
Which was exactly why she was laying across Merik’s bed, her bottom half squeezed into the glitziest mermaid tail Amazon had to offer with her top half covered in plastic seashells and glitter like a beach craft project gone wrong.  The plan had seemed sensible enough: if they tried something new in the bedroom, then perhaps it would inspire him to try something new outside the bedroom.  Like, eat bacon and eggs for breakfast.  Or try role-playing as something else.  Her boyfriend, perhaps.
Under such a premeditated salacious scenario, it all sounded so childish now, but it was too late to back out.  With a look of determination setting on her sparkly face, she tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and adjusted her boobs with renewed commitment.  Tonight, she would initiate and complete.  She wasn’t entirely confident that she’d be able to get herself out of her tail without Merik’s help anyhow.
She hadn’t come over mermaidified.  Kullen had let her in, eyeing the multiple bags of supplies hanging from her arms warily and having the decency to listen to her rambling explanation without question when the plastic leaf garland she planned on using as a vine of seaweed flopped out of one of the bags.  About ten minutes later, he announced that he was heading over to Ryber’s and wouldn’t be back until late tomorrow.  Smart man.  
Safi stared at the bedroom door, a perfect beached mermaid, waiting for her sea captain to walk in and ravish his scaley catch.  Yes, this was good.  This was not at all insane.
5 minutes went by.
Safi wetted her lips, resisting the urge to roll off the bed and refile through her makeup bag.  It would be just her luck for Merik to walk in as she was reapplying a fresh coat of lipgloss.  It wasn’t worth the risk.  He’d be too distracted by the fish tail replacing her legs to notice that her lips had lost their sparkly sheen from two hours ago anyway.  
Another 10 minutes went by.
These sequins were going to leave permanent indentations in her ass if she didn’t move soon.
25 minutes.
His last class was supposed to have gotten out over an hour ago!  Where the hell was he?
30.
That’s it.  She was going to text him.
Then, suddenly, the door swung open and there was Merik, his dark hair tousled wet and his cheeks rosy, like he’d gotten caught in a snow flurry on the way home.  He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Safi, his hand gripped around the door knob.  She had turned to stone the moment the door clicked open.  With her torso twisted and arm strained backwards frozen in midair as she tried to acrobatically reach for her phone from the nightstand, their eyes met.
It took Safi several beats of stunned silence for her to remember that she had lines.  She jolted as though breaking out of a spell, the room filed with the rustle of sequins and (fake) pearl necklaces draped around her neck clacking against each as she gyrated back onto her side, all the while Merik still stood rooted in the doorway, his face bafflingly expressionless for a man who had just unsuspectingly walked in on a mermaid floundering on his bed.  
Safi took a single deep breath and began…
“Oh captain, my captain,” she recited in a musical lilt.  “To be caught in one’s net is but my kind’s greatest fear.  But to be caught in a gaze such as yours, I cannot say.  For it is a forbidden love we swim around.  I dare not say what would happen to me if I were discovered in the arms of a land dweller for it is too gruesome to even imagine… but I know of a place where no one can find us.  A secret lagoon that only I know of.  Where the water is warm and… and… what are you looking at??”
Merik’s eyes were narrowed in a deep frown.  Somewhere in the midst of her opening monologue, his attention had shifted to the rest of the bed and - more importantly - not her.
“This place is covered in glitter,” he said bluntly, looking around the room.
Safi blinked, momentarily stunned.  “What?”
“There’s glitter.  Everywhere,” he emphasized, still too engrossed with the contents of his room to even spare a look at her.    
A shock of disbelief robbed Safi of speech for a moment.  “Are you serious right now?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” he said, running a mystified hand through his hair and brushing the tip of his boot on a spot on the carpet that was no doubt fertilized with glitter.  He scowled.  “I’m going to have to burn this place down.”    
Safi’s mouth puckered open and close, fittingly, like a fish.  Heat flashed through her - and not the kind she was hoping he’d ignite from this encounter.
“Better start with the bathroom,” she jeered snidely.
At those words, Merik’s gaze finally snapped to her.  His brown eyes widened half a fraction and, without a word, he bolted from the room.  Safi listened for the telltale sound of the bathroom light being switched on and a smugness flitted across her pursed lips when she heard the satisfying gasp of horror that instantly followed after.      
Angry footsteps sounded from outside the room and Merik reappeared.
“It looks like Tinkerbell was murdered in there,” he accused, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder.  From her spot on the bed, she could see the red flush creeping up his neck that she had come to know so well from their many heated arguments - and the exhilarating reconciliations that followed.  He planted his hands on his hips and stood over her like an angry parent.  So not the role she was hoping he’d be playing right now.  
“Safi, what the hell is going on?”
“Relax, Tink’s fine.”
“Safi.”
“What do you think is going on?” Safi hissed, sounding more like a murderous siren than the seductive mermaid she had planned on.  Strangling him sounded just as pleasurable as sex at the moment.  
“I don’t know!” Merik half-shouted, throwing his hands up.  He looked Safi up and down in earnest for the first time since he walked through the door.  Underneath the irritation radiating off him was genuine confusion and he struggled for his next words.    
“This… is weird,” he finally landed on.  His hands dropped to his sides and his shoulders slumped a little.  He stared into Safi’s eyes clearly hoping she would say something, but she wasn’t in the mood to let him off the hook.  Not when she could feel angry tears prickling at the backs of her eyes.  This was such a stupid idea.  What had she been thinking?  She was an idiot for thinking she could pull this off.  Before Merik, she’d hardly had any experience with anyone.  Besides Caden.  
Ugh, she mentally harrumphed.  Chiseled Cheater.  Just the thought of him set her on fire.  Why after that trainwreck she’d entertained the fantasy of attaching herself more exclusively to another brainless cow was beyond her.  Something was truly wrong with her.  
When she didn’t say anything, Merik let out a rough sigh.  “Safi, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Nothing!” Safi snapped, breaking from her thoughts and suddenly finding her voice.  Merik eyes widened.  
“You don’t have to say anything at all,” she continued in a coldly polite manner, raising herself up.  “I’m leaving.  Have a good night.”
Safi flipped onto her butt and began to scooch across Merik’s bed, digging her bound heels into the mattress to pull herself forward and propping her top half up with her hands.  She knew how undignified she must have looked, but she kept her chin held high, ignoring the way every piece of her ensemble made an ungodly amount of noise with the effort of her movements.  Just get up, she screamed at herself inside her head.  Just get up and get out and you’ll never have to see him ever again for as long as you live.
But she did want to see him.  And she hated herself for it.
That was the last thought she had when her feet touched the ground, for when she stood and tried to take a step forward, she toppled onto the floor.
And then Merik was on the floor with her, his face rippling with full-bellied laughter.  She’d never heard him laugh in such a way, so free and uncaring.  It would have sent her heart soaring if not for the not so minor fact that her humiliation was its cause.  Before she did something stupid, like grab his face and kiss him senseless, she reminded herself of that fact, then peeled her upper half off the floor and sent a venomous look his way.  
“Merik, I swear, if you don’t stop laughing, I’ll-”
But what Safi would do, they never found out.  Because when she tried to get back onto her feet, she’d fallen right back down and Merik crumpled into a heap on the floor dissolving into hysterics and clutching his stomach.    
“Stop laughing!” Safi cried, but either Merik couldn’t hear her over his own howling or he didn’t care.  The thought of the latter only made Safi angrier and with a strangled sob she tried to pull herself up by the bed sheets, wishing to get as far away from Merik Nihar as possible and forget that she’d ever met him.  She’d give him an unflattering nickname and forbid Iseult from speaking his name ever again.      
But then, without warning, she was in the air.  Strong arms wrapped under her knees and around her back.  Before she could protest, she was being gently lowered onto the bed, and the next moment, Merik had her caged underneath him.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Safi felt the tear that escaped the corner of her eye and slid down her temple before she could stop it.  She looked away, blinking unseeingly at the ceiling and huffed in frustration.  His face was drawing closer, so close that she could feel the warmth of his lips on hers.  And then, he paused.
“You’re acting real crazy, you know that?” he murmured huskily.
An indignant sound burst from Safi’s throat and was immediately swallowed by his mouth.  
It wasn’t this first time Merik Nihar had rendered Safi speechless.  Sometimes it was with his stupidity.  Other times with his bullheadedness.  And then there were times when he kissed her and stole the very air she breathed.
This was one of those times.
The sound of his deep exhalation the moment after their lips met was the only thing that nudged Safi’s lungs to back life.  The kiss was slow and deliberate and the arm still underneath her tightened its hold on her while the other kept himself propped up as to not crush her.  There was something incredibly sexy about the way that coarse wool of his jacket brushed against her bare skin with every roll of his head and Safi wished not for the first time that evening that her legs weren’t bound.  She cupped his face in her hands, dragging him closer, and finally he relented and lied down on her properly, the silken slide of their lips growing hotter, deeper.  In a matter of seconds he had every nerve-ending inside her crackling to life.        
The moment he stopped she wanted to grab him by the collar and yank him back down to her, but she restrained herself, too caught up in the softness of his eyes.  He smoothed her hair back from her flushed forehead, fingers bumping over the seashells among the waves as he peered down at her.  She had a feeling he wasn’t going to be the first person to break under the silence.
“I’m not crazy,” she finally said.  Although her voice was soft, a familiar defensiveness rang through.
The corner of Merik’s mouth curled up.  “I didn’t say you were crazy,” he countered, continuing to gaze down at her fondly.  “I said you were acting crazy.  Care to tell me why?”
Safi pressed her eyes shut and breathed in deeply - or she tried to.  The combination of the constrictive nature of her outfit and Merik’s lower half pressed deliciously against her was making it hard to breathe at the moment.
When she opened her eyes he was, unfortunately, still waiting for an answer.  She sighed.
“I just wanted to try something… new.”
Merik’s brow arched.
“In bed.”
“Oh.”  
There was a pause.  Safi willed her cheeks not to burn up.  She focused on the masculine bump of his throat and watched it slowly bob up and down as he swallowed.    
“Are you… bored?”
“No,” she was quick to answer, unable to stop herself from looking at him when she said it to assure him that it was true.  Relief softened his eyes, but his expression turned serious again a moment later.
“Are you unhappy?”
Safi’s heart thrummed against her breast, too powerful for even the bra so tightly bound to her chest to tamp down.  For a moment she lost herself in his questioning eyes.  The color on his cheeks gave him a boyish glow.  She could lie.  End this now and walk away in whatever humiliating capacity her mermaid tail allowed.  Roll, hop, slither across the floor like a garden snake - whatever.  The point was she would never have to face that feeling ever again if she wanted to.
“I’ve never been so happy with a man before in my life,” she confessed instead. 
Surprise flickered across Merik’s face.  
“So, naturally, I tried to change everything.”
Merik broke out into a chuckle, his eyes brightening with that rare smile of his that Safi was coming to adore so much, and his hand, which had been frozen for some time, resumed caressing her hair.
“By turning into a mermaid?” he asked, amused.
Safi nodded and Merik shook his head ruefully.  He pulled away slightly and peered down.  “How would this-” he gestured back and forth between their lower halves “-even work?”
A watery laugh broke through Safi.  “I don’t know!” she moaned covering her face with her hands, embarrassed, but finally able to appreciate the absurdity of it all.  Merik began laughing too, the sound soothing her jangled nerves, and he gently pulled her hands away so that he could see her.
“Did you have a costume for me?” he teased.
“You brag so much about that damn boat of yours I assumed you had one stashed away somewhere.”
“It’s not bragging.  It’s talking,” Merik corrected evenly.  He arched his brow.  “Where’s Kullen?”
Safi rolled her eyes.  Even with her half-naked underneath him he still couldn’t help his thoughts from wandering to Kullen.  She knew she shouldn’t judge.  She was the same way with Iseult afterall, but really, come on.    
“He’s far, far away at Ryber’s.”
A wolfish grin spread across Merik’s face and to Safi’s surprise said, “Good,” then leaned into her and found that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder with his lips.  Safi’s heart faltered.  
“Seriously?” she breathed, arching into his touch nonetheless.
“You did go through all the effort,” he murmured into her skin, kissing a path along her collarbone.  His hand traced a line down the middle of her chest, leaving a happy trail of goosebumps in its wake.  His fingers spread along her ribcage, a searing handprint on her skin, and his thumb slipped under her bra, brushing the underside of her breast.  A shiver ran through Safi.  Hell-gates, it was going to hurt like hell when the time came to rip those seashells, but holy shit it would be worth it.  Possessed with an urgency to anchor herself she plunged her hands into his thick hair and cradled him to her.
“Plus,” he said between kisses, “I don’t mind trying new things.  Here or… wherever.”
Safi’s hands paused.  She’d never know if he felt the flutter of her heart under his lips, but he lifted his head to gaze up at her from her bare collar.  His dark eyes smoldered with meaning and somehow Safi knew what he was saying.  They always did understand each other best when they kept their mouths shut.
“Really?” she sniffed, careful to put on an air of indifference.  She may have been voluntarily bound beneath him, but she wasn’t about to give herself away entirely.
“Really.”  
They held each other's gaze for a moment, then Merik’s face slowly lit up with a lopsided grin.  Safi tried to contain the smile breaking out across her lips, halfway succeeding.  It was enough for Merik, though, and pressing a tender kiss upon her chest, he returned to his exploration of her neck.  She let her head fall back and a breathy sigh passed through her lips, fingers curling in his hair, only to be cut short by a startled gasp when he nipped her earlobe rather boldly.  
“A little advice for the future, domna?” he said in a low voice, and her traitorous body stiffened at the seductive dominance honeying his words.  His breath was hot against her ear as he took an insufferable pause no doubt for dramatic effect.
“Play to your strengths.”
In one graceful move, Safi pushed him off her and rolled him onto his back so that she was on top of him.  
She planned on doing just that.  
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