T H A L E I A
SEAWATER LIKE SUGAR ON HER LIPS -
The Blue princess of the Sea, the pirate queen, slept a fitful, fevered slumber adrift the ocean blue. Lukewarm waters lapped at her steel grey sides, shivers of gooseflesh running lengths down her spine and skin, brine coating her lips as her cheek laid on the wood plank that kept her above the surface. She whimpered, helpless against the nightmares crafted from the horrors from the night before; her worst fears come to light. Now, she lay unconscious, murmuring, her orbs flickering behind closed lids as she drifted ever closer to a foreign land she knew nothing of.
She did not hear a voice calling out to her; only the screams of her crew as they drowned, and of explosions of splintered wood and crackling fire, and the sharp tangs of metal on metal as her lover clashed with their rival pirate lord. Her ears listened to the soft lapping of waves, lulling her deeper into unconsciousness instead of pulling her up up up and awake. The princess groaned, a rough wave of water crashing over her nostrils, filling her airways with salt and brine and the faraway taste of blood still on her lips.
The surf was more violent, growing unsteady and ever unpredictable. Her eyelids heavy and filled with sandman's dust and exhaustion, she grumbled, her muscles burning. A voice broke through the roaring sound of the ocean and her sweet call. Seaweed tangled around her legs and then she was falling, slipping below the surface of the sea, her wooden plank that had kept her afloat — alive — now capsized as the ocean claimed it's daughter.
In all of years that she spent flirting with the ocean blue and her mysteries and hidden treasures, Thaleia, an ocean fae princess and lover of the sea, had not yet learned to swim. A pirate, a land mermaid, cursed with legs instead of fins. Salt water gargled in her throat, in her lungs; oxygen robbed from her and leaving a burning, liquid fire in it's wake. The cove was shallow, but not shallow enough for she. Her orbs widened beneath the surf, molten silver and pupiless, unseeing to the stormy waters that encased her. She could not decipher where the surface lay; her body thrashing and unable to bring her either up or down or whichever way.
She was helpless; coughing and desperately searching for air. A mermaid-hearted woman, ocean-blessed, and simply unable to swim and save herself.
She did not hear a voice calling out to her; only the screams of her crew as they drowned, and of explosions of splintered wood and crackling fire, and the sharp tangs of metal on metal as her lover clashed with their rival pirate lord. Her ears listened to the soft lapping of waves, lulling her deeper into unconsciousness instead of pulling her up up up and awake. The princess groaned, a rough wave of water crashing over her nostrils, filling her airways with salt and brine and the faraway taste of blood still on her lips.
The surf was more violent, growing unsteady and ever unpredictable. Her eyelids heavy and filled with sandman's dust and exhaustion, she grumbled, her muscles burning. A voice broke through the roaring sound of the ocean and her sweet call. Seaweed tangled around her legs and then she was falling, slipping below the surface of the sea, her wooden plank that had kept her afloat — alive — now capsized as the ocean claimed it's daughter.
In all of years that she spent flirting with the ocean blue and her mysteries and hidden treasures, Thaleia, an ocean fae princess and lover of the sea, had not yet learned to swim. A pirate, a land mermaid, cursed with legs instead of fins. Salt water gargled in her throat, in her lungs; oxygen robbed from her and leaving a burning, liquid fire in it's wake. The cove was shallow, but not shallow enough for she. Her orbs widened beneath the surf, molten silver and pupiless, unseeing to the stormy waters that encased her. She could not decipher where the surface lay; her body thrashing and unable to bring her either up or down or whichever way.
She was helpless; coughing and desperately searching for air. A mermaid-hearted woman, ocean-blessed, and simply unable to swim and save herself.
@diarmuid <3 this post is meh, i'm sorry love :(
"Thaleia speech."
