He escorted her. His red eyes watched intently while the mermaid made way; all on her own, in a trance. They eventually reached the chasm, sinking between dark depths. A sharp smile grew on his face, seeing her swim into the ruins without a doubt. There was no recognition in…
The sun loomed. A figure battled against the currents, a long black fin striking the waves with raw strength. His eyes narrowed with worry, fixing ahead. Now he was able to see the beautiful cay in the distance, its shores not so far now. Yet still to be reached. Alon…
His eyes looked up worriedly. The sun was setting once more, another day. Another one in which he had been waiting at the beach, hoping to see them. But they did not appear, like before. He still trusted and hoped; his figure could always be seen at the shore. Yet…
Dark; if there was one thing she could call this place, it was dark. The mermaid moved carefully through the abyss, slowly going deeper. Her eyes narrowed to be able to see in the shadows. Her skin shivered while she looked at the mass of black seaweed, which tangled on…
The glow tangled once more. Only to die out, her hands trembling, her whole body hurting. Iara panted, sinking onto the sand below her, losing focus and slumping. She let herself lay there for some minutes, feeling the waters brush her. But she eventually raised her gaze again, pushing the…
It was always dark. The light moved again, her fins swaying behind her like a cape, always keeping her warm in the cold depths. Her hands brushed yet another rock, her white glow looming over it. A tired sigh escaped her as she let go, not seeing any edible clam…
The days flew by without him even realizing it. He couldn’t ponder the curious glances Jason gave him each time they met. He couldn’t pay mind to Ethan’s growing wonder. Both were seeing him smile much more often, more joyful… and he could not think about it, because he did…
Laughter echoed. A dog napped calmly on the shore while three figures floated calmly in the water. They drifted along the waves, silver, azure and hazel eyes staring up at the blue sky, a beautiful day, the sun looming above them. Iara could only grin, her figure the fastest, circling…
“No excuses.” He huffed, glaring grumpily at the towel he brought. His bag was nearby; it had flip-flops and a bottle of water, to rinse any sand later. Today he had no silly excuses. And deep inside he was glad he did not have them. He found himself surrendering under…
“So, what do you think?” Alon sighed, frowning and looking up to the surface above, pondering carefully. She pouted sadly when he gave a small shrug, crossing his arms. “I don’t know, Iara…” Alon blinked, because Iara let out a small growl. “I thought you had let go of that…