Merman Husband (part 1/?)
You’d spent most of your free time by the shores, chasing the waves and helping along little crabs that had seemed to lose their way. Something about the water, the color, the sound, the smell of fresh salt invigorating you every time you saw it. The way it made you feel dainty in a world that only focused on your weight. You mused you’d never tire of the ocean and hoped to live permanently on it’s beaches one day, become an old maid and die at sea.
But something was different today, the air felt electrified in a way you’d never felt and you could almost make out a lovely song on the wind. A storm must be coming, you decided, despite the energy feeling much different than any storm you’d felt before. As you made your way down to what you’d claimed as your beach (or at least it felt that way) the song you swore you heard began to grow. Louder with each step it pulled you against your will, heart skipping a beat as you slipped on a rock in your hasty jaunt. Whatever was making it was beautiful, you could tell, without even seeing it yet and it made you crave to be near it. The feeling indescribable.
That was when your eyes fell on the man, no, creature who was singing the resplendent melody. His deep red hair was long, covering most of his muscled back and sharp-looking fins. One jutted from each arm and a few trailed down his neck, back and sides. Each a matching hue that began to blend into his brilliant tail, shimmering in the sunlight. It looked like fire with sunset hues of oranges, reds, and purples changing and shifting with each little movement of his body. He had turned to look at you and the song died down, and with it a part of you seemed to settle as well, violet eyes a torrid mix of fear and giddiness. It was like he was expecting you… or at least someone.
“Hello…” Deep, nasally, and so sweet to your ears, his voice sounded just enough to hear over the crashing of waves against the rock he sat upon. You stood there, hands clenched in fright, yet something pulled you to him. It urged you to step closer. That feeling inside of you grew just enough and you took a small, tentative step into the cool sand, leaving your sandals behind with the next two strides. With only a few feet between the two of you he shifted fully, drinking you in head to toe, two rows of frightfully sharp teeth baring with his smirk. Intricate tattoos and a mess of scars covered his chest, some marring the ink that had pierced his skin, a sign of a well-fought life. But it wasn’t his beauty, or fear taking over your curiosity finally that stopped you in your tracks, no. It was his next words that made it seem like you’d swallowed a stone, “I believe we are to be married, my love.”
