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its_notabigdealBeing a mermaid was easy.
There was the cold comfort of immortality, the games of the sea, and such a feeling of freedom. Mermaids were nothing but games and fickle hearts, their attention held for as long as something was shiny and new. She could fall in love every day with a different man, drawn to her song, and watched as they crashed against the rocks when she was done with them. They were just toys, in the end. Things that were left for immortal things like her to play with and cast aside when she was done.
It was simply the way the world was.
That didn’t mean the world wasn’t prone to change however; or that the means of that change wasn’t going to be something she did all the time. She had just swam in close to the beach, propping herself on the rocks where she could feel the sun against her body when she heard a sound that she had heard before, but never this close to land. She picked herself up a bit, before rolling over onto her side to look for the source of the sound, and what she saw astonished her. It was a woman.
Claire hadn’t seen many human women. They don’t normally come on the ships, and the ones she had seen never quite looked like her. She had long dark hair, and when she laughed, Claire felt warm, and not just because she was lying in the sun. There was something about her that Claire wanted to know more about, but she wasn’t sure how to figure it out. She was still a mermaid after all. The world of the humans wasn’t a place that she could cross into, for more reasons than one. So for right now, she just continued to watch until the boy that was with the woman happened to spot her on the rock.
“Hey!”
She startled, before turning quickly and launching herself back into the water again. As the cold rush of water hit her skin, she fought the urge to look back and see what was happening in her wake. She just snunk further down into the water, attempting to distract herself with new shells and trying to push the sound of the woman’s laughter far from her mind.
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There was the cold comfort of immortality, the games of the sea, and such a feeling of freedom. Mermaids were nothing but games and fickle hearts, their attention held for as long as something was shiny and new. She could fall in love every day with a different man, drawn to her song, and watched as they crashed against the rocks when she was done with them. They were just toys, in the end. Things that were left for immortal things like her to play with and cast aside when she was done.
It was simply the way the world was.
That didn’t mean the world wasn’t prone to change however; or that the means of that change wasn’t going to be something she did all the time. She had just swam in close to the beach, propping herself on the rocks where she could feel the sun against her body when she heard a sound that she had heard before, but never this close to land. She picked herself up a bit, before rolling over onto her side to look for the source of the sound, and what she saw astonished her. It was a woman.
Claire hadn’t seen many human women. They don’t normally come on the ships, and the ones she had seen never quite looked like her. She had long dark hair, and when she laughed, Claire felt warm, and not just because she was lying in the sun. There was something about her that Claire wanted to know more about, but she wasn’t sure how to figure it out. She was still a mermaid after all. The world of the humans wasn’t a place that she could cross into, for more reasons than one. So for right now, she just continued to watch until the boy that was with the woman happened to spot her on the rock.
“Hey!”
She startled, before turning quickly and launching herself back into the water again. As the cold rush of water hit her skin, she fought the urge to look back and see what was happening in her wake. She just snunk further down into the water, attempting to distract herself with new shells and trying to push the sound of the woman’s laughter far from her mind.
( *** )
