Blunt

Precious

"To the dusk I give it to you; impale me, for I am everything you had left."

"Precious. Steel. Blood. No."

"I give my words to you; my blood, however dark it is, it shall not stain the glint of the steel blade on your hand. Not a speck will contaminate it; your porcelain, demure reflection will not be tainted."

"Precious. You."

"Am I now?

I remember the first time I landed my eyes on you; milky white skin, as fragile as a porcelain, faint traces of crisp colors embellished the sides of your cheekbones like scales. Your eyes, blast it, they are the most beautiful of all; big doe eyes, with soft, light assortments of color flickering on the iris. They entrapped me, enchanted me the moment I gave in to your tempting beauty. It is a rethorical question as to if I want to make you mine or not.

You had my skin crawling with an army of thousand bugs when you returned my gaze; those delicate features, with a small chin, and pale lips. It had not come into my mind why was such a fine lady sitting on a rock, wearing what I'd call the most outrageous, scandalous piece of what looked like a clothing in the middle of a night. You had looked back at me in horror, but had I realized it, we wouldn't have be here."

"Pretty."

"Indeed, indeed you are pretty. Not just pretty, you are the best piece of nature's artwork. I have been indulging in my desire to drape an embrace around you, to keep you caged in an aquatic fantasy. To feast my hunger on your meek personality, a flower - no, a sea flower, an anemone - so rigid and dripping with unworldly charm. Your pulchritudinous attracted me in, to a bottomless cliff. A future I can't see while I keep falling."

"Fall?"

"Yes. The very feeling when you jump off of a cliff into the vast sea; though I doubt you'd fear falling into a sea, for you will simply transform your slender legs into that of a mistifying tail. I doubt you'd fear the wave of pain that will rush to skin you alive the moment you collide with the ice cold water surface, for your skin and scale will simply produce a coat of those transparent, metallic substance. I doubt you'd fear what will become of you, for in all honesty, falling into the sea means going back to your home."

"Feel?"

"As for me, I know exactly what I would feel; the fear of crashing down, either to the cold surface or to the jagged rocks when gravity pulled me down effortlessly; the frustration, when I kick and struggle to release the water's hold on my dress, when I try to stay afloat to no avail; the desperation, the hopeless peace when I sink down to the ocean floor. It is no home for me, no comfort for me; then again, we are different, one from another, though a part if me want to deny it under this moonlight."

"Sad."

"And so do I. Yet if the two of us live, one will die cruelly in their hands. One needs to sacrifice herself. And my dear mermaid, my sacred posession, here, I give you my soul. Carry it as you venture back to your homeland..."

"Love..."

"...True, I love you."

The night stood still as golden pierced through the rainbow-like surface, a wail struck the empty silence. Wave crashes against the unyielding rows of black rock, and she, in her velvety dress and jewelled glory, encased in fear and fury, her nails brought down onto her face. Torches came alive and lighted the white surface of the sand, a sinister glow hissing back at the marching soldiers.

"Bring back the Queen!"