fairest of them all

Queen of the Merfolk

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Cannibal Cove

A beautiful day, clear skies. The lagoon was still and quiet at this early hour. The sun hasn’t risen, but Nerissa has, and it was not by accident. A deliberate gust of cold morning air hits her face, barely lifting her damp hair. There was a smile on her face as her feet hit the ground, dressed in a rather lavish piece of clothing, something she got from the mainland. She is queen of the Mer, after all. She could acquire such things. This last thought brought a much brighter smile to her face. Oh how she loved being queen.  Nerissa arrived at the cove, with much stronger gusts of ocean air hitting her face, slowly drying her hair. Stopping for a moment to take in the beauty of the waters before her, she turns her head sharply behind her. “A beautiful morning, is it not?” she asked the figure in the distance.

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“Hey!” 

Tinkerbell had only left her tree house for a minute, yet when she came back, someone was poking around her clearing. Now that was not allowed. “You get out of here! This is private property!” One of the Lost Boys she remembered had been fond of saying that. She wasn’t certain she was using it right, but it at least sounded impressive. 

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“Pretty,” Nerissa thought, looking down at the flower she had just picked. These pretty little things that grow on the soil do seem to amaze her quite a little. 

At the sound of the girl’s voice, Nerissa looked up lazily, unfazed. She only tilted her head, knowing full well who it was that had just yelled at her. The white blonde hair, the fair complexion. It was none other than Tinkerbell. Of course Nerissa knew her. “Tinkerbell...why so hostile? I’m only here to see these little earth seaweeds,” Nerissa told the other girl with a wide smile.

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Chinese Mermaid  -《 鲛人 》-  Jiaoren

The Chinese mermaid is called 鲛人/jiāorén. In addition to their beautiful appearance, they are also outstanding craftspeople. According to “In Search of the Supernatural/搜神记”, a 4th-century compilation of legends about ghosts and spirits, jiaoren lived in the South Sea, spent their days weaving cloth, and if they cried, their tears would turn into pearls. (x)

Photo by 老妖_Choco; Hanfu (han chinese clothing) from 司南阁/Sinange.

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The Mermaid Lagoon, home to the merfolk of Neverland.

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I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.

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She took a deep breath to calm herself down and let it out. She shook her head and looked back over at Nerissa. Of course she was called a clownfish, if either of them was the clownfish it was Nerissa for thinking Serene would know where her brother would be. It was uncommon for her to speak out on her thoughts, but sometimes she didn’t think before opening her mouth, such as right now. “Well, I’m not sure why you’re calling me a clownfish, you were the one who assumed I’d know the whereabouts of, Haven. So if either of us is a clownfish, it’s most definitely you.”

She regretted saying that as soon as she started. But, it was too late to take it back now and she was too scared to take it back so she forced herself to look away and to look at something that she found far more interesting.

“I guess..it’s better then being here.” Her voice was quiet, barely audible for anyone else to hear, so she wasn’t sure if she had heard her.

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It was completely irrational of Nerissa to demand that Serene provide her an answer to such a question, but it's not as if she cares. Oftentimes, in her head, Serene is somehow always at fault. It was because of her stupidity, and her weakness, and everything else about that little runt.

Always having been meek and quiet, it came as a shock when Serene talked back to her. Apalled by this, Nerissa's eyes flared, and she set them upon the younger mer. "How dare you call me, your queen, such a thing." she said in a low voice, emphasizing on her title, and the power she holds (as she has always felt completely entitled to every mer's obedience and reverence to her because of her crown) . “You should watch what your pretty little mouth spews next, dear Serene. Or I might just end up making your life even worse."

And knowing Nerissa, it was not an empty threat.

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aeonae:

mythology moodboard - mermaid #2

Pastel. Pretty. Perfect.

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Kiko Mizuhara

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A frown was soon set on her features and she looked in the opposite direction. She wasn’t sure why being called useless upset her so much, she heard it so often, and it seemed to hurt more each time. Serene understood that she wasn’t the strongest, in fact she was the weakest out of the group and the youngest, but it still upset her. Out of any of the names she’s been called, useless hurt the most.

She wanted to groan, all she wanted was to be left alone in her dark corner of the Lagoon. “Then why’d you ask? I’m sure he’d be much better company.” If Serene were to galmour anyone and if she could, it’d be Nerissa to leave her alone. She was most definitely one of the meanest to her so it’d be nice to be able to swim past her without her mumbling under her breath.

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Rolling her eyes, Nerissa looked away from the other mer's frown, not even caring that she was hurting the other's feelings. Why should she? Everything she said was true, as so she thinks.

With an exasperated sigh, she mumbled in frustration, "Oh by the shore..." Glaring at Serene again, she continued."Are you really asking me that? You clownfish. If only you had known where he was, it would save me precious time, and I would not have to search all over for him." It was true Haven would have been better company, but it was just too much work to look for him.

"But since you're here now..." Nerissa started to say, looking down at the water, and moving her fins about. She supposed they could talk. "Frequent trips on land, Serene?" she asked.

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A dark beauty Antique luster The color of the deepest of the waters. I have found you And now you are mine.

- Nerissa

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She looked over at the other, avoiding eye contact and shrugged. “I don’t keep tabs on him.” Her reply was short and meek, much like the girl herself. Serene was compared to her brother every once an a while, it didn’t bother her as much as it should, mostly because she was always being compared to others so she had learned to live with it.

The fact that the only reason Serene was still alive and well was because she was appealing to the eye said a lot about Nerissa. Power and strength seemed to be the only thing Nerissa craved for everyone to obtain, besides beauty of course. It was irritating for her to here over and over “you’re lucky you’re pretty, Serene”. Her brother said it, Nerissa said it, everyone repeated it over and over assuming that she didn’t understand when she did.

“Why don’t you go look if you’re so interested in where his whereabouts are?” To say she was trying to get rid of her was an understatement. She was content with being alone, since her own company was better than the one of her siblings.

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An exasperated sigh escaped Nerissa's mouth. "But you really are useless, aren't you?" Useless to me, especially. Nerissa had hoped to know from Serene where Haven was, and her lack of information irritated Nerissa, but then again, everything about Serene irritated her to some degree. It was completely irrational, but to Nerissa, well, it was not. It was perfectly natural for her to feel this way towards the one mermaid she regards as the weakest.

"Oh no, it's such a bother," Nerissa replied, sighing as she perched herself comfortably upon a rock. "I'm not feeling up to that." She replied, the idea of swimming around, searching for someone just so unappealing to her at the moment.

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A Siren’s Song

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Insults towards her appearance had never bothered Dawn: in fact, she had been hearing them her whole life, long before she stepped foot on the island and landed in the clutches of the Lost Boys. Chin up. Smile more. Try to be a little softer. They all came down to the same truth, one she freely accepted. Dawn was never meant to be a sweet, kind girl, one that families cooed over when looking to adopt. So she never really concerned herself with crying about it–at least, not anymore. 

That wasn’t to say she was entirely thick-skinned against all cruel words. Not that she would ever admit to such a weak thing. In fact, what she said next was nearly enough to make her falter. She knew she had no play in the despair that plagued the island. She knew that it was going that way even before her arrival changed the way Neverland was run. She knew that everything she had done, every death she had caused whether first or secondhand, was only what she had to do to survive. Dawn had never been one to die without a fight, in any case. But they still haunted her. Every mistake, every pair of lifeless eyes, the constant warring of the past…perhaps, it was her fault. 

It had to have been. 

But she was not Wendy, nor had she been whisked here by ‘Peter’–and oh, yes, she knew very well who those two were. Well, at least she knew enough. The Wendybird, how many times had this been hissed at her over the years? How many times had she heard mutterings of ‘The Boy King’? Whatever she had done, whatever pain she had caused: that was hers to bear. But she was tired of being punished for a crime she did not commit. 

“ You’ve caused more death than I could ever dream of. How easy it must be for you to call people monsters, when you’re one yourself?” 

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Nerissa could and would never understand just what any Lost Girl is going through. She has never felt any sympathy or empathy towards any of them. To Nerissa they were all intruders to this island, their presence here unexplained, and certainly unwanted, except as food, she supposed. Yet she still enjoyed males, much more than the females. There was no other reason that came to mind aside from how the girls just irritated her deeply.

With a small satisfied smirk, Nerissa threw a proud look towards the girl. She has never felt any guilt or remorse towards any of the deaths she has caused. It showed just how powerful she was, how deadly, and ruthless. It proved to her kind that she is the rightful queen, and should remain so for a very long time. Nerissa would crush any competition, anyone who would set their eyes on her crown.

"Yes, I am one. But the difference between your kind and mine is that we are of this island, this is our home. We are Never's embodiment. We belong here," she paused, glaring up at the girl. "I could not say the same for you."

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The Wolf Moon ⁛ Nerissa & Kane

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“We do not understand the webbing of lies, and would soon be ensnared for our credulity because of it.” Their undertones were stripped from any bitterness or means of offence. They only spoke of the truth and only understood it, for their tongue had never been familiarised with falsehood and pretence. Yet still, they were well-acquainted with the makings of the mer, and knew deception slithered around their tongues in intoxicating ease. Beautiful as they were vain, and eloquent as they were perfidious.

With an apologetic countenance, they returned a tender regard. The expression concise, as they were swallowed up by the darkness within one gracious step back. In reaction to their movement, the moonlight appeared to be more illuminating; compelled to streatch its beams of light a little bit further just to find the hidden creature, once more. It would seem that with the Star secreted away, the sky pressingly reached out to the closest thing that matched. In this sense, it was the first Walker, created in all the paramount grandeur and grace, the Star herself embodied.

“We ask you not to be offended, We can only measure your hazardness according to your allure. And by the Star, you are breathtaking.” They brazenly voiced; enshrouded in the shadows from the surrounding rocks. 

Kane allowed their eyes to capture the paragon below; truly, breataking was an understatement. For she thieved them from any concious thought— this had happened only once before. However, the being was far too highly to reciprocate such trivial reverance. They were their creator, after all.

It was punishing, forcing themselves to keep at a distance, when they too would’ve liked to discover what lied hidden from a distance. But still, the wise being remained stagnant, despite the pull of their own yearning heart. 

“How favoured you are, to have the ability to roam not only the lands but the depths of the island. We would be envious if we were permitted to feel as such.” Kane uttered, although, so low, it was hardly a disruptant to the silence. They were creatures void of covetousness, but driven by curiosity. And having memorised every step of the island to heart, they still never had the luxury to see its vertical extent. “Would it be too impertinent to ask what it is like down there?” 

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Everything about him mesmerized her. And in truth, it was never easy to truly impress a mer queen, especially one like Nerissa. Despite not having any inkling as to who he truly is (or who they are, but then she has no knowledge of them being agender), she could feel natural veneration towards him, as if she yearned for him while he was there in her presence. Was it his beauty? His eloquence? Or is it everything?

"No, please...do not...don't go..." She called out to her, the last few words coming out in a whisper. Nerissa glimpsed the unspoken apology on his lingering face, once iluminated by the moonlight, and the next moment drowning in darkness again.

A great feeling of loss almost engulfed her completely, like one colossal wave of emotion. It was her first nature, to want, want and want even more. And he made her crave for the sight of his face, his delicate beauty. His charm, a hum of magic that surrounded him. Everything about him spoke of an ethereal being so unknown to her, a mystery.

Half-hidden in darkness, with only his voice for her to hear, and trapped in the confines of the waters until the moon wanes, Nerissa listened. Her heart - which many believed not to exist - fluttered at his words. Did he truly think so? Had it been any other, Nerissa would never doubt such high praise. But it came from him, the most tantalizing being she has ever seen. After all, he did say he did not know how to lie. Should Nerissa believe such a thing?

The way he spoke 'we' made her think he refered to his kind, his group of people. But from which kind he is from, Nerissa could not figure out. Fae? Native? Or something else entirely different? But who else? Drowning in the unanswerable questions, Nerissa decided to stop thinking about it.

"I suppose we are...and we fear nothing. Well, perhaps the full moon...because it is when we can lose our powers. But even then, we do not mind staying underwater to protect ourselves." Nerissa answered, the yearning in her heart making it ache for him. She looked down at the waters and brushed a finger over at the water, creating small ripples in the quiet depths.

Looking up at his direction, not quite sure if he could see her face, she replies, "Down here? It is beautiful. The waters are colder than before...but still, it soothes me. I find that it can soothe many people, being underwater...If only you would come out of hiding, and join me here..." she pouted, whether it was genuine sadness, or theatricals, it was unsure. But...perhaps it was both.

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