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au/genre: angst, fluff, humor-ish, childhood!au, aged down characters, 3rd person p.o.v.
word count: 1378 words
warnings: major character death, kiss on the cheek, mentions of illness, hurt no comfort, in a way...
On a day when fate strikes, a lonely seagull flies by, its shrieking disturbing the wind, the waves carefully caress the soft sand of the beach, a gently breeze sends soft sounds across the land, but otherwise, no sound is heard, far and wide.
It is early autumn, and the legend of the Sea God forbids anyone to lay foot onto the sands as soon as the first leaves drop in auburn, as on one unknown day in September, he rises from the tides.
Parents across the village lock their offspring away in fear they would fall victim to the Sea God, the one that provides for the people, allowing more and more fish access to the fishers’ nets every year. Yet he is the same one who will take a sacrifice each year, and nobody wants their kin to be lost to the sea forever.
For reasons her parents may never understand, a little girl interrupts the peace of the shore as she so desperately wishes for her toes to touch the salty ocean water one more time before dinner, and unbeknownst to her, before the sand slowly turns cold and the refreshing waves icy and dangerous.
She does not notice the presence of a little boy, so deeply submerged that his lilac eyes barely stay above the water, fixated on her every move as soon as her little feet touch the sand. Immediately, he is infatuated with her, never had he seen anyone by the shore at this time of year, or any time of any year, as when the beaches are crowded, he is never to be there.
His submerged ears, distracted by the sound of the salty waves, faintly take in the echos of her giggles, but instead of childish laughter, he hears a melody that confuses his icy heart.
All he wishes for is to listen to her sounds up close, but he knows he is not to interact with the peoples living around the ocean.
Without a conscious decision, he feels his arms and legs move as if of a mind of their own, pushing him closer to the enchanting voice erupting from the girl playing with the waves, yet he does not fight it.
Hidden behind a rock, he peeks out of the water, glancing around the grey obstacle toward the little girl. Now, with his ears above the ocean, he can hear her giggles much clearer, louder, but no less enchanting, and as he leans in further and further, his fingers gripping the slippery surface of the rock, his feet barely catching onto the ocean floor in his position, he loses his grip and plunges face forward into the salty water with a splash so loud it startles the seagullslounging on a pier.
Immediately, the sound of giggling dies down as the little girl’s head snaps up, eyes trained on the ripples of the water as the only evidence of the little boy’s harmless accident.
Embarrassed, the little boy shuts his eyes and sinks down, yet he swears his bright red cheeks must be visible through the water giving him away, if he’s not already detected by his distinct purple hair.
Moments pass where the boy makes no noise, no movements, and when he finally dares to open his eyes, he is met by a very blurry head above the water. Defeated, he slowly floats up, yet refuses to meet the eyes of the girl.
„Are you okay?“
The little boy looks up, confused. „Hmpf! Of course I’m okay,“ he pouts, his tone teetering on annoyance, „what makes you think I’m not?“
„Well, you made a pretty big splash,“ the girl reasons.
„So?“ The answer is arrogant.
„Okay, so what’s your name?“ The girl smiles at him, her eyes friendly and curious.
„Wouldn’t you like to know,“ the boy spits back, but his tone is getting much softer as he takes in the girl’s friendly demeanor.
„That’s why I’m asking.“
The boy scoffs at the smart response, almost rolling his eyes, but refraining from revealing how easy it actually is for her to tease him.
„It’s Rafayel.“
„What a peculiar name,“ the little girl replies.
„Do you even know what that word means?“
„Do you?“
„Of course I know!“
„Well, I also know.“
A silence arises as Rafayel merely looks at the girl as if they were in a staring contest. Quickly, he loses, and the faintly victorious smile of the girl gives away that she most definitely noticed. „What are you doing in the water?“
„I live here,“ Rafayel states matter-of-factly, as if it’s the most obvious fact in the world, and everyone who isn’t aware of that must be living under a rock similar to the one he just slipped on minutes prior.
„Lying is bad,“ the sanctimonious girl states seriously.
„I’m not even lying,“ Rafayel argues instantly, offended by the accusation.
„How can you live in the water, you’d be all wrinkly,“ the little girl persists.
„I have different skin than you.“ Rafayel glares at her. Shouldn’t she know he is not the same as her?
„Like what, you’re a merman?“
Rafayel looks at her, confused. „What is a merman? I’m a Lemurian!“
„What is a Lemurian?“
„Like people who live underwater!“
„So mermen and mermaids?“
Rafayel exhales sharply. „Lemurian.“
„Merman.“ The girl smiles.
„You are infuriating,“ Rafayel exclaims, meaning it with every piece of his soul.
„You mean I’m entertaining,“ the girl grins, and Rafayel has to admit that he cannot recall ever having such a lively, passionate conversation with anyone in Lemuria.
Rafayel smiles, the smile crinkling the outer corners of his eyes earnestly. The girl smiles back at him, and there is an undeniable connection between their very different hearts.
In the far distance, there is a call. It is faint, yet it is loud, and the girl quickly realizes that it must be her parents. Her gaze holds a mixture of concern, annoyance and sadness upon the imminent departure.
„I have to go, I think,“ she says quietly, looking so deeply into Rafayel's eyes that he feels like she is trying to memorize the exact way the colors in his eyes are arranged.
„I want to see you again,“ Rafayel blurts out before his ego can stop him, „come back here in exactly one year.“
„Why not tomorrow?“ The girl asks urgently.
„Because I can’t tomorrow,“ Rafayel replies cryptically.
„Okay, next year, same day, same time,“ the girl confirms with a nod, looking behind her as her parents’ shadows appear in the distance, and when her eyes meet Rafayel's again, she quickly leans in and presses a kiss to his wet cheek before taking off in a hurry.
Rafayel gasps, his hand shooting up to where her lips just grazed his skin, his lips parted as he watches her figure grow smaller and smaller until it reunites with her parents’ forms. Slowly he moves backwards, quietly sinking under the water with only their scheduled meeting in mind.
When Rafayel next appears on the surface of the ocean, a year has already passed. His legs have grown bigger, his arms stronger and his hair a bit longer, yet it is still curled in its unique purple color.
When he waits for the little girl to arrive, he finds that he hadn’t asked for her name at all, and plans on doing so right away. The sun hangs low in the sky, sending an orange hue over the scenery as Rafayel grows quite impatient, and when it entirely falls behind the horizon, he sadly retrieves into the water.
How could she forget him, and how could he not know that she had fallen ill of a terrible fever that year? How could she not show up, and how could he not know that the fever had slowly taken her little soul?
How could she not be here, for him, when he is going to be here at this exact same spot for the next 800 years, waiting yearningly for the one and only love he’s ever experienced, for he is not ready to accept the fact that she is long gone, and her longevity is lost to the tides?
Fate plays a cruel game, always taking away what seemed to be promised.
Once, on the day that I lost everything, I met my dragon. – Sylus
unusual first post, but I wrote this poem.. so.. enjoy.
warnings: angst, fluff, major character death, you know how his dragon lore goes...
As fate strikes down, unknown what it would bring,
It marks the day that I lost everything,
Flames burn, the capital roars with thunder,
Screaming, wailing, and breaking asunder.
A man with wings and tail of a dragon,
He brought along a feeling I reckon
Of passion, of longing, of mystery,
But I must not fall for his trickery.
Engulfed in heat and smoke and flames alike
The fiend he roars and prepares for a strike
But a closer look could uncloak the truth,
Myth would unravel, like the bloom of youth.
The fiend is struck, the town is in ashes.
A groan echoes and a red eye flashes.
The smoke slowly clears, he is defeated,
Yet now, the strict course of fate feels cheated.
The people applaud, the beast has been stopped.
With a heart of stone, I then climb atop,
The mountain, where the fiend resides at night,
To take a glimpse upon his dying light.
Behind the rocks and in feeble disguise,
To my surprise, I find the fiend is fine.
He retracted just for the sole reason,
That his heart had reacted in treason.
Akin to pity, he felt all confused,
Why on earth his soul won’t let him go through,
When his goal was to destroy the city
Why would he feel so skittish and giddy?
A dragon tamed, he does not break a fight,
In his heart there shines so brightly a light.
As part of a grace, an ancient bloodline,
The memory remains. Is this peace divine?
In a single touch, with a subtle kiss,
This bond it brings a luminous premiss.
Two souls, no different could ever be,
They seem connected in a blinding glee.
A previous life, forgotten demise,
Once connected a dragon’s glowing eyes,
To a human’s heart, a strong love did soar,
Despite their bloodline demanding a war.
In a tragedy, a mishap, a crash,
The human had slayed the dragon in flesh,
Despite their love, and despite their strong bond,
The dragon’s tenure would quickly despond.
Without delay, without another thought,
The human fell, welling with tears and snot.
The mistake was fatal, no second chance,
Upon the same sword, they took their last breaths.
In this life, our paths crossed in luck or doom,
For our previous love to grow and bloom.
United in death, separate in life
‘Til this fateful day reconciled our strife.
Two souls, bound forever and far beyond,
Live to ensure a never fading bond.
Until death do us part, and further on,
Our souls are entangled, now and forgone.
