#mersa

[hejustcancelledit]

[daily-esports-hug]

Day 30

[leagueoflasagnas]

Really excited for the new Heretics roster! ✨ Can't wait to see them in action... I've got a good feeling about them 😎

[preyingformantis]

Why is the MercyxMoira ship name Moircy. It should be Merca. As in MERSA the super bug that resists all antibiotics. I mean they're both doctors.

[sahdah]

❤ @macabremermaid

[egyptianways]

Marsa Matruoh (مرسى مطروح‎‎) is a seaport at the Egyptian Med coast, 240 km west of Alexandria and 222 km from Sallum, on the main highway from the Nile Delta to the Libyan border. In ancient times and during the reign of Alexander The Great, it was known as Amunia. In Ptolemaic and Byzantine times it was called Paraitonion; in Roman times it was Paraetonium. It’s now a tourist resort and serves as a getaway for Egyptians and Europeans, featuring soft white sandy beaches and calm turquoise waters. The bay is protected from the high seas by a series of rocks forming a natural breakwater.

[hejustcancelledit]

I was notified of this series of tweets

I have no words

[cereuscross]

Just a snack...

Hello lovelies! I'm going to take a week off from all forms of social media, after today, to catch up on my life neglected duties. I'll write as much as I can during that free time. Don't worry, I left you all with something to snack on until I can be more active next week! Please note I had every intention of adding ALL of the ROs in on this but... erm... the short story wrote itself and M kind of hogged the glory. As usual, MALE version is on top with FEMALE version under the cut. ❤

You look down at your drink and swish it around in the plastic cup, watching the amber colored liquid froth and bubble. Then, you pour the contents down the sink with a look of distain. Witches brew – it was an adult’s beverage with a kick meant to knock you on your ass for the rest of the night and the next one, too.

Totally not your style. You were determined to endure this party with a heavy dose of sobriety.

From somewhere over the loud music, drumming like pandemonium in your head, you hear Silas yelling. “What are you doing?!”

“Oh, you know,” you mutter more to yourself since you know he can’t hear you, yet. “Just being captain of the unfun club.”

Silas comes up from beside you, snatching the plastic cup from your hand. “We talked about this before you got here, didn’t we? You’re going to let loose tonight.”

“Just this once,” you mimic the tone of your brother’s voice, while he turns and refills the cup in his hand from the murky looking cannister sitting on the granite countertop. You wouldn’t drink that slosh, even if it held all the secrets of the universe.

Silas hands you back the drink, and you immediately dump the contents into the sink. This time crushing the bit of plastic with your hands, then tossing it in the nearby trash bin.

“We are sooo not doing this,” he hisses, grasping you by the elbow, and tugging you out into the living room where everyone else seems to be loitering. Nearby, your eyes land on a couple making out and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the open display. Jesus Christ is all you can think as you’re suddenly stopped and parked in front of Taj, who seems to perk up in interest at your forced arrival.

“Not having fun, I take it?” Taj chuckles, once he takes one glance at your facial expression, which you image is about as dead as you feel on the inside.

“Not even a little bit,” you grumble, tossing a glare at your bothersome brother. “Why is it so frowned upon to not want to be the drunk sorority girl at a party?”  

“Beats me,” Taj says, with a grin. He raises the beer in his hand, doing a salute. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the sorority girl.”

Silas laughs, and you find yourself grinning at the admission. “Now, go and do something wild... for me! This is your party! You can’t be a wallflower the entire time!” Silas exclaims, before releasing you and patting you on the head like a child.

You ignore his attempt to rile you up and watch as he disappears into the nearby crowd.

“Want to trade siblings?” you suggest with a toothy smirk.

“Not today. Ask me tomorrow,” Taj replies, leaning against the wall with a smile.

You glance around, not seeing anyone you know besides the werewolf in front of you. “Your” party – what a liar. “Where is Trent, anyway?”

“Hiding out, I’m sure,” he says, then takes a long swig of beer, arching a brow. “You interested?”

“Huh?” you sputter, glad that you don’t have a drink in hand. “Of course not!”

Taj only hmms before stepping forward and pressing his lips to your ear. His voice lowers to a sultrier tone that's meant for only you to hear. “Good, I would hate to show you my jealous side. I can be very bad.”

When he pulls away, you swallow hard and thin your lips. “I – uh, just remembered I’m supposed to meet someone!”

You rush off before you can think better of how ridiculous you just acted. Gah. You’re practically a walking side show at this point. Taj is never going to let you live this down.

Unsure of where you should go, given Silas rented out the house for the party, you decide being outside is your best bet.

Greeted by a cool breeze the moment you slide open the glass doors, you hesitate when your eyes land on Mersus, who is sitting across from where you’re now standing, at the edge of the pool. His legs are submerged in the water, and you bite back a gasp when he peers up at you with a dark gaze. His silver eyes are unblinking, unmoving from your figure as you cross the distance to go and sit beside him.

“I have been waiting for you,” he says, before finally flicking his attention away and onto the onlookers who have gathered around the diving board. You follow his gaze, seeing several people gathered there, seemingly hungry for the demon’s attention. Although, his appearance does not betray what he truly is, instead he wears the appearance of a Fae. With dark brown skin, long silver hair and eyes. The thin, iridescent markings around his neck climb like vines to rest at the bottom of his lip.

“Leave,” he growls, the command tinted with the barest hint of power, brushing close to the darkness he keeps buried within. At once the group scatters like ash to wind, taking off and disappearing into the house, not daring to look back.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you chide, turning your focus back toward him. His jaw clenches a few times before he meets your eyes.

“I wish to have you alone,” comes the quiet reply. “Was it wrong of me?”

You bite your lip, a thousand different responses wanting to spill out. Instead, you focus on the one that shares not even a glimpse of the affection within your heart. “It’s wrong to freely use your power like that. One day someone might notice…”

Your voice trails off, hinting at the deep implications of how bad that could be.

“Senseless worry,” Mersus says, waving off your words with a taloned hand. “I shall rid the world of any who prove to be a burden.”

You sigh, then glance down at the water. “Do you swim?”

“It’s been known to happen,” a hint of amusement tugs at his lips, something near a smile lights his eyes.

“Silas wanted me to be crazy tonight, so I guess I’ll break out of my comfort zone and go for a swim. That is, if you’ll join me?”

Before you can make a move, Mersus slides into the pool, sinking his slender body into the water like a serpent. When he comes up, his hair is wet and plastered back behind his long, slender ears. Silently, he waits.

You jump into the pool, a lot less elegant and sink to the bottom like a stone before kicking your legs out behind you and swimming upwards. Mersus grasps you along the wrist the moment your face touches the air above. “What is it?” you ask, slightly worried by his sudden closeness.

Mersus deflects the question with a drawn-out silence, one that has you reeling in confusion. And something else… something almost sinful in its desperation.

Then, he releases you as someone laughing steps outside on their phone.

You look down at your drink and swish it around in the plastic cup, watching the amber colored liquid froth and bubble. Then, you pour the contents down the sink with a look of distain. Witches brew – it was an adult’s beverage with a kick meant to knock you on your ass for the rest of the night and the next one, too.

Totally not your style. You were determined to endure this party with a heavy dose of sobriety.

From somewhere over the loud music drumming like pandemonium in your head, you hear Silas yelling. “What are you doing?!”

“Oh, you know,” you mutter more to yourself since you know he can’t hear you, yet. “Just being captain of the unfun club.”

Silas comes up from beside you, snatching the plastic cup from your hand. “We talked about this before you got here, didn’t we? You’re going to let loose tonight.”

“Just this once,” you mimic the tone of your brother’s voice, while he turns and refills the cup in his hand from the murky looking cannister sitting on the granite countertop. You wouldn’t drink that slosh, even if it held all the secrets of the universe.

Silas hands you back the drink, and you immediately dump the contents into the sink. This time crushing the bit of plastic with your hands, then tossing it in the nearby trash bin.

“We are sooo not doing this,” he hisses, grasping you by the elbow, and tugging you out into the living room where everyone else seems to be loitering. Nearby, your eyes land on a couple making out and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the open display. Jesus Christ is all you can think as you’re suddenly stopped and parked in front of Tara, who seems to perk up in interest at your forced arrival.

“Not having fun, I take it?” Tara laughs, once she takes one glance at your facial expression, which you image is about as dead as you feel on the inside.

“Not even a little bit,” you grumble, tossing a glare at your bothersome brother. “Why is it so frowned upon to not want to be the drunk sorority girl at a party?”  

“Beats me,” Tara says, with a grin. She raises the beer in her hand, doing a salute. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the sorority girl.”

Silas chuckles, and you find yourself grinning at the admission. “Now, go and do something wild... for me! This is your party! You can’t be a wallflower the entire time!” Silas exclaims, before releasing you and patting you on the head like a child.

You ignore his attempt to rile you up and watch as he disappears into the nearby crowd.

“Want to trade siblings?” you suggest with a toothy smirk.

“Not today. Ask me tomorrow,” Tara replies, leaning against the wall with a smile.

You glance around, not seeing anyone you know besides the werewolf in front of you. “Your” party – what a liar. “Where is Tress, anyway?”

“Hiding out, I’m sure,” she says, then takes a long swig of beer, arching a brow. “You interested?”

“Huh?” you sputter, glad that you don’t have a drink in hand. “Of course not!”

Tara only hmms before stepping forward and pressing her lips to your ear. Her voice lowers to a sultrier tone that's meant for only you to hear. “Good, I would hate to show you my jealous side. I can be very bad.”

When she pulls away, you swallow hard and thin your lips. “I – uh, just remembered I’m supposed to meet someone!”

You rush off before you can think better of how ridiculous you just acted. Gah. You’re practically a walking side show at this point. Tara is never going to let you live this down.

Unsure of where you should go, given Silas rented out the house for the party, you decide outside is your best bet.

Greeted by a cool breeze the moment you slide open the glass doors, you hesitate when your eyes land on Mersa, who is sitting across from where you’re now standing, at the edge of the pool. Her legs are submerged in the water, and you bite back a gasp when she peers up at you with a dark gaze. Her silver eyes are unblinking, unmoving from your figure as you cross the distance to go and sit beside her.

“I have been waiting for you,” she says, before finally flicking her attention away and onto the onlookers who have gathered around the diving board. You follow her gaze, seeing several people gathered there, seemingly hungry for the demon’s attention. Although, her appearance does not betray what she truly is, instead she wears the appearance of a Fae. With dark brown skin, long silver hair and eyes. The thin, iridescent markings around her neck climb like vines to rest at the bottom of her lip.

“Leave,” she growls, the command tinted with the barest hint of power, brushing close to the darkness she keeps buried within. At once the group scatters like ash to wind, taking off and disappearing into the house, not daring to look back.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you chide, turning your focus back toward her. Her jaw clenches a few times before she meets your eyes.

“I wish to have you alone,” comes the quiet reply. “Was it wrong of me?”

You bite your lip, a thousand different responses wanting to spill out. Instead, you focus on the one that shares not even a glimpse of the affection within your heart. “It’s wrong to freely use your power like that. One day someone might notice…”

Your voice trails off, hinting at the deep implications of how bad that could be.

“Senseless worry,” Mersa says, waving off your words with a taloned hand. “I shall rid the world of any who prove to be a burden.”

You sigh, then glance down at the water. “Do you swim?”

“It’s been known to happen,” a hint of amusement tugs at her lips, something near a smile lights her eyes.

“Silas wanted me to be crazy tonight, so I guess I’ll break out of my comfort zone and go for a swim. That is, if you’ll join me?”

Before you can make a move, Mersa slides into the pool, sinking her slender body into the water like a serpent. When she comes up, her hair is wet and plastered back behind her long, slender ears. Silently, she waits.

You jump into the pool, a lot less elegant and sink to the bottom like a stone before kicking your legs out behind you and swimming upwards. Mersa grasps you along the wrist the moment your face touches the air above. “What is it?” you ask, slightly worried by her sudden closeness.

Mersa deflects the question with a drawn-out silence, one that has you reeling in confusion. And something else… something almost sinful in its desperation.

Then, she releases you as someone laughing steps outside on their phone.