BOTTOM OF THE RIVER.

go to the river where the water runs wash him deep where the tides are turning and if you fall, hold my hand it's a long way down to the BOTTOM OF THE RIVER. indie mythology oc #rusalkiii

[wytr-blog]

there’s something alligator-like about the way the lady prowls, eyes above water. una shifts backwards, a small current making her retreat look natural.

her legs kick lazily, the leg hair standing up, raised gooseflesh on her thighs matching the goosebumps in her joking voice.

             ”There ain’t enough room in this               town for the both of us—”

[rusalkiii]

she's having more fun than she should be. she blinks once, slow, and her eye- lashes stick together in dark clumps. 

the girl swims away, and agatha swims forward. slow. lazy. taking her time. 

     "Which is why you should probably       go back to the Sea."

she's joking, but her tone doesn't say so. in the same slow, careful drawl,

     "This is my pool, remember?"

[wytr-blog]

“Really?"

         does signing autographs cheapen          your thing or are you ready for it,           una skeates?

"Maybe sixteen. Maybe forty. Your skull  nose makes it hard tae tell.”

         aside from her little nose, she’s          got nice skin, una notices. nice          skin. nice eyebrows. nice hair.           thinking about saying any of that          makes her dip her hot ears back           into the water though, so she          sticks with skull nose.

[rusalkiii]

     "Really."

not really. it isn't true at all. she doesn't even know her neighbor. it might be a woman. it might be a man. whoever it was -- the unknown Who -- might not be there at all. 

     "How charming."

she grins and it's a thin smile, all teeth. the cold water of the pool welcomes her as she slips in. the ends of her hair bleed green as she sinks up to her eyes. 

[triceratopswrites]

what if all mermaids & sirens are lesbians who are singing to attract ladies so when they get men instead they just toss them aside & accidentally drown them in frustration??

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I can confirm this is 100% true

[wytr-blog]

       ”Ageless probably. And I told ya. I’m the Sea. Water listens tae me.”

she shrugs into her breast stroke.

       ”Don’t tell anyone, though.”

it’s such a relief to be back in water. even if it might be tinting her green.

      “—How old are you?” 

[rusalkiii]

with cool, practiced unkindness, 

     "I can't wait to call my neighbor       and tell her, actually. She loves       the Sea."

tired of standing, tired of acting as  if she isn't the one who belongs here, she sits. her feet dip into the pool.

     "How old do I look?"

[melisica]

[melisica]

(by Tanea Hynes)

[rusalkiii]

     Try that line again and you'll      be taking a nice long swim.

[rusalkiii]

starter call ~

[wytr-blog]

she bobs in the water, her legs kicking. every so often she levels out, making the water hold her still, supportive under her feet.

she raises her downy eyebrows, ears sticking out from under her wet hair.

              “I'm the Sea, so you should probably ask nicer.”

[rusalkiii]

she's tempted to dive in and haul her out herself. a foot dips into the water and back out again, a warning that isn't as effective as she thinks it might be. her arms cross over her chest, elbows digging into her  sides. 

     "The Sea."

she repeats it, dubiously. unbelieving.  she's by no means impressive and agatha, as strange and otherworldly as she is, finds it difficult to believe that the entire sea could be found in the body of one irritating girl. 

     "How do you know that. How old are you?"

[mushtilil]

     I just meant you look lost, is all.      No need to take it so personally.

[rusalkiii]

     I'm not lost. 

( she looks up, tilts her head, curious. )

     What do you want?

[lifeinpoetry]

There are some eyes can eat you.

Angela Carter, from “The Erl-King,” The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories 

[melisica]

(by sarahmu.)

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[wytr-blog]

she can take her, that’s why.  the pulse of the water (thinner than the sea: less energy, a  dying woman’s breath rather  than a running woman’s heart) still calls to her, still asks for her. i’ve missed you, i’m sorry, i’ve missed you.

without replying she pulls her shirt over her head, drops her loose trousers. her running dive is preceded by the water bubbling up and creating a clean-ish circle of water for una to smack into. she touches the bottom with her fond toes before coming back up.  her wet hair slaps against her back as she throws her head back.

        “No reason.”

[rusalkiii]

IT TAKES HER A MOMENT to realize what the girl is doing. it starts when she tugs the shirt over her head and agatha, rightfully outraged, jerks out of her seat. the lawnchair clatters against the pavement and she nearly trips over it in her rush to follow her toward the lip of the pool. 

     "Hey!"

the water bubbles. it isn't clear and it isn't clean but it's -- it's something. agatha stops, yanking herself  back as though the water has swelled up and threat- ened to crash over her. the inkling of something different that had lingered with the smell of saltwater sharpens, becomes more distinct. what are you. what are you.

her toes curl against the lip of the pool as she peers down at the girl, eyes narrowed. 

     "How did you do that. What are you.       Tell me right now."

a pause.

     "And get out of my pool."

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[rusalkiii]

HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS ; florence + the machine

my love has concrete feet my love's an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall.

[rusalkiii]

; beansi

IT'S RAINING for the first time in weeks. absently, she thinks of alexander and his hollow eyes, his cracking skin. absently, she wonders where he is, if he is still soaking his feet in kitchen sinks or if he is lying in the grass somewhere, ankles twisting into tree roots with the rain. 

(absently, she hopes he is.)

umbrellaless, agatha wanders through the empty, sunday night streets. she prefers it like this, when she can almost trick herself into believing that this place isn't as full and bursting as it seems. her sweater is soaked through, cling- ing to her waist and shoulders and hips. she crosses and uncrosses her arms, tips her head back so the steady rain can soak her hair. she turns a corner too sharply and feels her shoulder knock hard into someone else's. 

     "Hey."

her eyelashes stick in thick, wet clumps when she blinks.

     "Why are you in such a hurry?"

[rusalkiii]

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