Sirens call

304 5 0
                                    


A lone stroll on the beach at midnight might be one of most relaxing things out there.

The silent sounds of waves, moonlight glittering on their surface and warm sand beneath ones naked feet.

No children screeching around while their parents exchange the hottest gossip.

No blazing sun to fry every piece of exposed skin.

Just the water, sand and the moon.

The full moon is enough to avoid any sharp rocks or debris the ocean has pushed on the shore.

A gentle melody caresses through the air, intertwined with the waves and wind. So beautiful and soft that nature seems to still in fear of disturbing the haunting song, reckoning anyone to get closer.

The ocean feels cold around the ankles despite the warm summer night.

It's not worth mulling over though.

Nothing is as the magical voice blooms and lulls away those thoughts, wrapping them up in soft cotton.

Come closer

Listen to the song of the ocean

How the waves gently splash against the waist, cool to the touch. The moonlight reflects in them so beautifully.

Nothing compares to the melody though, singing words of an unknown language and yet so easy to embrace.

Come closer

No need to fear

Embrace the tunes that hollow out the mind. The first waves begin to caress the shoulders and finally the origin of the melody appears from the ocean. A beauty beyond mortal imagination, adorned with a vibrantly red fishtail.

No need to think about that.

A pair of webbed hands caress over the the warm cheek, sharp claws cateful of doing no harm.

Pain would distract from listening to the enrapturing song.

It is reaching its end but it will stay for the rest of ones life as the head finally disappears underneath the waves, never to return to the surface again…

Headcannon/ One ShotsWhere stories live. Discover now