She is to never be near the ocean. For every rule that dictates her life, this is the most important one. The threat of an outsider discovering the closest guarded secret of House Oyster is gravest here most of all… because the touch of water reveals the curse of her bloodline.
She sighs quietly to herself as she walks along the shoreline, toeing dangerously close to the waves of saltwater that seem to stretch out like fingers in hopes to grab her. The girl does her best to ignore the part of her that wants to jump headfirst into those endless hands made of sea foam. Though she cannot convince herself of it yet; this allure, too, was a part of the curse… The soft whisperings of the sea all around her, waves beckoning her below to hidden depths. She is told these voices will only grow harder to ignore — become voracious, erode her sanity — until it is impossible to muster up the will to fight against fate any longer. Her womanhood will be swallowed whole by rage and she will be transformed beyond recognition, both dough and soul.
She is destined to become a mindless monster, as all women of House Oyster have before her. A sentence thought to be more cruel than the fate the men in her family suffer.
If she is here now, though, the girl wonders if its call is already growing more powerful. Lately, she feels as if she belongs nowhere else, finding herself walking along the shoreline in the veil of the morning mist as she does now. But, it is only in the fog does Oyster Cookie dare to venture out this far out — no, this close, to these waters. With its cloak, she is shielded from the world, because in its embrace it transforms reality into an illusion and her appearance changes from girl to ghost with it.
Slowly does she begin to realize that this is nothing more than a compromise between her and the curse. Even so, she'll continue to pretend otherwise for a little while more...
Both thoughts and stride come to an end when she nears an obstacle in her path. Something has washed ashore, she notices. The girl only blinks down at it initially, mind still trying to figure out its shape. It's only when a wave swept up and encircles the form of the strange creature does she understand ( when she sees the jam from their wounds turning the translucent water around them cerulean... )
It's something alive, and more importantly, hurt.
She kneels into the sand to inspect their condition more closely, expression growing worried. The girl is quick to act. Swathing the creature's wounds with her shawl, carefully does Oyster Cookie lift them into her embrace when the ocean pulls back — cradling her as delicately as one would their own child. ❛ You'll be okay now. ❜ The girl comforts, head against their form as another reassurance as she rises to stand again. ❛ I have you. ❜ She will be punished severely, no doubt. She is carrying proof that she was near the ocean in her arms this time, after all.
That's alright; she doesn't mind, Oyster Cookie decides.
🌊 Drabble! @capt3n ( Blue Raspberry Cookie )
