mermaid-romance

Maybe I__ still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

Slowly rising from the fire, she went down to the shore, and not wanting to frighten him off again, she squatted on a rock above the water, looking down at him where he sat on the wet sand with his long blue-green tail disappearing into the lapping waves. He shyly offered the bag up to her, which had been woven of seaweed, and she took it with a whispered thanks and opened it, staring in delight and surprise at the sheer amount of oysters that were inside. The siren made a trilling noise and whispered, __-I hope it is well enough. I do not know what land women eat.

She snuggled close, nuzzling her hair beneath his chin. __ever leave me,_ she whispered back. The siren chuckled sadly, the sound vibrating up through his chest and pleasantly against her ear. __ut I must return to the sea every now and then or I will die._ He sighed. __ome part of me believes it would be a good death.

Vampires were myths, childhood stories_ as were werewolves, mermaids and dragons. I believed none of it.

You'll do fine.""What, you're psychic now?""Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.