[ 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡 ]
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ɴᴀᴍᴏʀ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ
when dealing with yet another unwanted ship in his territory, Namor encounters a strange, enchanting woman.
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"Every summer morning seems to be the first in the world. Each twilight seems to be the last, solemn agony, announced at sunset by a final glow that darkens every hue. The sea is ultramarine, the road the color of clotted blood, the beach yellow. Everything disappears with the green sun; an hour later the dunes are bathed in moonlight. Then there are incomparable nights under a rain of stars."
Albert Camus
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circa 1696
Namor's POV
He had ben searching for her.
For 5 years, he scoured the coast, ocean, and reefs, hoping somehow he would find the surface dweller that taken over all his thoughts.
Namora and Attuma were wary of her, and with good reason. None of them had seen a human with such power. But Namor was determined to find her. He found himself almost yearing for that feeeling. Wave upon wave of raw, unfiltered power.
He wasn't sure what he would do when he found her. He'd figure it out when he did.
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time skip
It had been nearly 300 years.
Still no sign of her.
Namor had given up trying to find her. He assumed she was long dead by now. After all, human lives did not last long. Strangely enough, he felt a sense of dissapointment. He never even met the woman, yet he felt as if he had lost an old friend, a lover, even, if he could call it that.
But there was no time to be sad about it. He was king and protector of Talokan. He would move on, even if he did not want to.
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It was a normal day. Just like yesterday and the day before.
But something was different.
The previous night, he had a dream. That same, haunting voice he had heard all those years came to him. Somehow, he understood what it sang about.
It was urging him to come find La Despidada, the Merciless One.
So today he had his guard up. Watching the coast intently, biding his time, waiting for something unusual to happen.
As the sun began to sink below the horizon, painting the waters with warm colors, a woman stepped onto the beach, carrying a guitar.
He felt it again.
Frozen limbs.
That spellbinding gaze.
It was her.
Something fluttered in Namor's chest. Excitement, maybe?
She looked like she hadn't aged at all.
She was wearing a flowy white top with grey, weathered shorts. Her long, yarn like, dreadlocks were no longer tied up, instead tumbling freely over her shoulders. She looked relaxed and comfortable.
She strummed the instument in her hands and began to sing sweetly . The song was about someone named Suzanna, and it was begging her to come home.
Her voice was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
Unknowingly, he stayed put, listening to her entracing voice sing a million different songs, carried by wind over the calm waves. Before he knew it, she had finished singing, and the moon had already began its ascent.
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Nawira's POV
He was there.
The mysterious man who watched her down a ship all those years ago was watching, thinking he was hidden by the dark murky water.
She chuckled to herself and looked back towards the waves. There he was, submerjed in the water up to his chin. His piercing eyes followed her every movement.
A normal person wouldn't have been able to see that far away.
But then again, she wasn't "normal".
No, she was far from it.
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author's note
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me giggling the whole time while writing this:
btw this was the song she was singing
sauti sol 4 life 😤😤
i am honestly having so much fun with this story lol
