My Mermaid Eyes (Under Construction)

The Mate Pull

"A gray eye is a sly eye, And a roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye - Ah, How  its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one."  - William R. Alger

Walking away from two dominant, upset hybrids wasn't the best move I could've made, but it was necessary. I'd lied, something not so new to me, but it still hurt. 

Weird.

 I did feel something, even if it wasn't a complete longing for them, it was still a tugging. Sighing I zoned back into the situation I found myself in; Raphael stood in front of me jamming me to the side wall of the restaurant that happened to conveniently be in an alley. Just my luck.

 I could almost envision the ash and smoke spewing from him as he tried to calm himself down. And I thought Roger was the volcano...

"You didn't think I'd actually let you go after I found you, did you?"

The burning intensity in his eyes had the sarcastic response that was about to leave my lips halting. My mouth remained slightly ajar as his grayish-blue eyes had gone ink black, paralyzing me. His eyes reflected a mixture of lust, anger and something else... disappointment? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm my thoughts and rid my mind of this sudden desire that had sprouted in my lower abdomen as soon as he pinned my arms above my head.

"Raphael you need to relax and stop scaring her. Mermaids are fragile beings you know."

Roger's humorless underestimation of me had a string of profanities leaving my mouth as a quickly overpowered Raphael with a sharp kick to his genitalia. 

"Just so you know mermaids are not mere weaklings or fragile in any way mutt! We are liken unto goddesses and have enough strength to crush you dogs who think you're so high and mighty!Don't you dare undermine my abilities!"

Both Roger and Raphael avoided my eyes as guilt washed over them. They'd insulted my race, a terrible offence, especially to the woman they were trying to win over.... The audacity of these creatures, thinking so low of me.

" I apologize, I'd forgotten that my-our mate is just as beautiful as she is a brave warrior of the sea"

Raphael smiled at me, a twinkle passing through his eyes as he stared at me like the most precious treasure in the world. He proceeded to bow on his knees much to Roger's and my own shock, kissing my feet, then the palm of my hand, his fingers trailing upwards as he rose and kissed my collarbone. 

I focused on the dirty, grey concrete ground around me as I tilted my head slightly accepting his apology, and reeling in the mermaidian tradition of subservience he showed. The ground suddenly didn't look all that dirty, more a foundation smeared with the muck of cigarette buds and rotting debris that looked more like an art piece. An abstract piece of distortion and and unrest that could not help how it was. It's painter, it's mutilator had not recognized it's beauty and took out his frustrations on it. Or maybe he did see the pristine being underneath, but in jealousy decided to cloak it from the world, for himself.

" Am I forgiven love or must I show you just how sorry I am even more?"

Suddenly the alleyway's floor had lost its relevancy, and I became acutely aware of the way his hands brushed against the heaving mounds on my chest, and the burning sensation rippling through the apex of my thighs.

Unintentionally I met Roger's eyes, which were fixated on the scene playing before him. Was he still disgusted with me because I wasn't an oversized dog that wagged its tail whenever its alpha called? No. The hunger in his eyes said something different. He wants me, but he hates wanting me, or maybe he just hates the fact that I am here to be wanted by him, by his brother.

His eyes remained on me as I tried to steady my breathing as Raphael placed more kisses on my collarbone. Why was he staring so hard? Did he not know that he should be here too, at my side begging for my forgiveness?

No.

He's way too stubborn for that.

I'm out of mind wanting them to do this.

His eyes flickered away from mine to my body, then to his brother's, and once more to mine. It was like he was trying to tell me something, or maybe memorize every dishevelled strand of hair, every crease in my lip, every bead of sweat of saliva that ran down my chest disappearing in the V- line of my clothing. He was doing more than just staring at me...he was seeing through me, through my walls, my lines of defence, through my very existence...

What do you see?

It was a silent question I sent to him through our interlocked gaze, an unanswered one at that. But it didn't need an answer, for I knew at that moment that I had once again become like my prey. The blurred memory of my last meal; his dying breath, his phone ringing, someone named  Pooh Bear ; flashed through my mind...

I couldn't remember his eyes, though it was clear and crystalline like the waters he'd caressed me in, his soul pure - enough- for a mortal, but I did remember the expression that he'd been sent to his maker with, I'd  sent him with. It was the same expression I was probaby wearing right now.

He didn't see the bravery of the fierce warrior I'd claimed as my right, he saw my weakness, my vulnerabilities with every flicker of the dying sunlight brightening my soul.

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