A lone human who lives by this secluded spot near the beach for his own reasoning, notices something amazing one afternoon on one of his strolls down the beach with his dog. It at first looked like a young man sitting on a rock with his feet in the water. A closer look he notices that the young man had scales, a fin that he would ocasinally lift out of the water. A mermaid, a little blue mermaid. Who's hair was silky and the richest of ebony. Eyes that would be copper with flecks of red depending on the angle the sun would reflect in his eyes. Viktor didn't have the heart to scare him off. He just watched him for a little bit, kept his dog at bay, then left the little one alone. Thinking that was it.
That was till he went back the next day and saw the mermaid was in the same spot sleeping in the sun half out of the water.
And the next day he was there sitting on his favorite rock again. One thing Viktor has noticed over the week of watching him, the mermaid seemed to be alone. Looked sad even. From what he could tell the mermaid had this little starfish he would hold and pet and talk to sometimes. But that was it. It seems it was just him. But he seemed to be hiding maybe.
Had the small mermaid made things up in his head? Did he truly hear a voice? Once out in the water and behind a large rock sticking out in the shallower end, he peeked just his eyes out from behind it. The coppers glowing in the last few minutes of the sunlight. Using the dark blues to hide perfectly. The fact that he didn't shimmer or glowed made him hide better than any other mermaid.
He held his voice and watched with worried wide eyes, till he saw it. A two legged creature! Yuri went to gasp but covered his soft lips with his little delicate fingers. Not wanting to be heard, for he was safe if he wasn't seen. This was his first time seeing one! He has been here for almost a year and has never seen one!. Yuri would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. The creature's hair was pale and his eyes were such a lovely blue. Like the sky. What was it doing on the beach? It sounded like he was calling out to him. Had he seen the mermaid?
Yuri sunk lower under the water, most of it darker now and swam a little closer to the shore, only peeking his eyes out once more. The two closer to each other but Yuri not really revealing himself.
With him being this much closer, he saw it. He saw this two legged creature's features much better and he was, beautiful. Easily the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The warmth of a blush paint his cheeks and he blinks his eyes a few times in shock at just what beauty the two legged creature was. Yuri's eyes glance down into the waters to look at himself. No way he should let himself get seen. Not by some land God. He was disgrace among his own. So he sunk just a little more in the water, about to leave for the night. Figuring he shouldn't disturbed the beautiful creature. It would be the best for them both.
So now ready to fade into the water, but he did a double take. The beautiful creature had placed something near the shore line. The mermaid's nose caught a wiff and it smelt amazing. His tummy rumbled and licked his lips. Was it food? Fish clearly. The two legged beauty ate fish too? THey shared that in common? To add to the surprise, Yuri could hear him calling out softly.
[i He has noticed me...he...has. Is it a trap? A trick?] He thought to himself swimming a little closer and watched the expressions of that silver haired beauty. He seemed disappointed and curious if he had seen Yuri or not. The little blue mermaid bit his lip and didn't know what to do. He could feel his starfish on his shoulder bubbling to him to leave. But Yuri's fins were already making him swim closer. Till it was too late.
There he was, hands in the sand and his arms holding his upper half up, most of his tail in the water but the fin part was bent up to stick up out the water. His copper eyes not scared, though he feels like he should be, but wasn't. His raven hair wet and sticking to his face ever so gracefully framing it. The scales on his arms and the few on his neck. His ears sweetly poke through his hair as he stared at the creature staring right back. Much more shocked to see him. The two only maybe six feet from each other. Yuri could easily jump back into the water, if he needs to. But he found himself lost in this beautiful creature's eyes.
[b "You..you spoke?"] His voice was so soft and gentle. Smooth and angelic. Pure and warm. Just like him, with a hint of nervous and cautious.
[#5C0087 "Wait! I won't-"] He cut himself off with a scoff, hand outstretched as if to touch the creature, but touching only empty air instead. Because if he could touch it, then it had to be real, right? Victor let a sigh fall from his lips, glancing down forlornly underneath his feet where a thin piece of driftwood cracked under the pressure of his step. He had been so eager to investigate further, he thought the animal had already noticed him. But within an instant he was gone.
The Russian man sighed again, shifting up so he could stand tall. He looked forward, scanning the area with a sadness in his gaze before turning to walk away. [#5C0087 "What a beautiful creature...."] He mumbled to himself as he stalked back across the sands to his cottage. He hesitated for a moment, deep in thought. And then his eyes lit up like he had an idea, and with that thought in mind he hurried his feet across the shifting landscape.
It didn't take long for him to find what he needed out of his modest kitchen, an offering of sorts to extend to the creature, to see if he could encourage it to come closer. It was like a amphibious mammal or something right? And Victor had some day old sushi in his fridge that he had intended to eat later but... he wasn't worried about eating at the moment, curiosity overpowering his desire for food.
And once again Victor found himself approaching the shoreline, sushi in hand on a dish, setting is down carefully in the area he had spotted the animal. [#5C0087 "Come on, where are you?"] He murmured softly, eyes once again reaching out to scan the ocean.
The blue mermaid laid there on his side on the rocks with his fin mostly in the water still. Now and then lifting it up to splash his skin some. A sigh and a bored dragged breath would leave his lips. His arm on his right side fell into the water too. Just moving his hand around in the water. His deep copper eyes staring and watching the waves crash up on the rock and sandy shore. Another sigh.
[i I guess today wasn't anything special after all. I knew it wasn't going to be...but still. Cant I have just one special birthday? Just one? It doesn't even have to be a birthday. Just something special happen once. Is that really too much to ask for? To wish for?] He thought to himself for a bit before humming more of that lonely song.
The sun was setting more and so he slowly pushed himself up on his hands. His slender back still facing the beach behind him. A gentle breeze blowing through his half way dried hair. About to jump in the water for the night, it was starting to get a little cold with the sun starting to set.
So as he went to go push forward, he heard something from behind. Instinct kicked in as his eyes widened and his head quickly turned to look behind him. The reveal of his lovely sweet face looked around curiously as to what that sudden voice was? [i It was..a voice right?] Yuri blinked and narrowed his eyes trying to peek through the foliage at the end of the sandy beach.
That's when he heard something snap or move and he gasped more frightened and flawlessly jumped into the water. With speed and grace to swim out to a large rock more out in the water. Swimming behind it and pulling himself up on it where just his head was showing from behind the rock. Watching. It couldn't be a human. Could it? He's been here for a few months and hasn't seen a single one. [b "Not what I mean by something happening in my life! I meant something not dangerous!"] Yuri mumbled to himself softly. The small male sighs hating his luck. He has the worst of it seems.
Now he stood there peeking over the rock watching the beach. To see if anything comes out to the water at all. Or if he was just hearing things.
What in the world was the creature with such a beautiful tail? Was Victor's only thought as he abandoned his cup of tea, leaving the worn mug which proudly displaced the faded words: #1 Grandpa on his outdoor wicker table. It would probably be cold by the time he returned to it, but the Russian man didn't mind.
The platinum blonde haired man's steps were tentative, but he wasn't particularly hiding his movements, not trying to frighten whatever the creature was as he walked around the small duns that had blocked his vision of what the animal was from his porch. The first time he had seen the tail in the distance, he thought he was imagining things. The second time, he was worried it might have been a dolphin or whale washed up on shore, but when he finally went to look that time, the animal was already gone. So he idly watched the blue tail flicking from his favorite spot, not attempting to figure out what it was again. Until today.
Victor wasn't sure what drew him towards the creature that day, what sparked his interest more than normal. Why today did he put his cup of tea down, of all days? Maybe curiosity finally got the better of him. Or maybe he was just tired of all his coworkers complaining that he should move somewhere more exciting, not a boring old house by the sea, and wanted to have an interesting story to tell them.
It took the blue eyed man a minute to realize that the animal hadn't left yet, unlike the last time he had wandered over to the rocks to check to see what it was. He could tell this time, by the gentle sound that broke through the background noise of crashing waves along the shore. No, such a mournful, but beautiful tune sounded more like a bird than any sea creature he cared to remember the name of. And when his view finally shifted from sand and rocks to an actual being, he could only gasp in surprise.
It certainly wasn't a whale or dolphin. Or a fish at all. In fact, Victor wasn't quite sure what this being was at all. Mermaids didn't exist, did they? At first, the man thought it was some elaborate prank, but then his eyes roamed, up the elaborate and beautiful webs of the creature's blue fins, which blended seamlessly into a torso. A torso of a male perhaps? Victor wouldn't question if it was a female, the creature was beautiful enough to be one, except it lacked the, um, assets that any female Victor knew had excess of. And oh god, was he beautiful. Pale skin contrasting sharply against the stretch of black hair, wet from what he assumed was a long time in the ocean, and his wonderfully blue tail. The tail that had caught his attention so many weeks ago. Smaller than Victor, or at least that's what he assumed if the creature had legs to stand on, but beautiful all the same.
[#5C0087 "Excuse me-?"] Victor began to speak without thinking, but quickly cutting himself off. He hadn't meant to startle the creature by making a lot of sound, but, enthralled by the other's looks, he couldn't help but call to him.
There are tales, stories, myths, and legends of beautiful creatures of the sea. Who entice the mind with fantasy and grace. If only humans knew those stories were so true. There were in fact these creatures of the sea. Half fish, half human. And they were beautiful. They all sparkled and shimmered and were fit and great in size.
Though, this isn't the tale of one of those beautiful creatures. Well, not beautiful in the eyes of the others. Of course the creatures are, mermaids.
A little blue one, was born and his mother was nervous that she had birthed an ugly child. His tail was thin and he was tiny. His scales didn't shimmer or sparkle. His eyes were just, copper. Even their eyes were what legends were made of. Everything about a mermaid screamed flawless beauty. Meaning health, size of their tails, their skin even sparked. Fairies of the sea basically. But this baby, was very lack luster. Though as a baby he didn't know. He just smiled looking up at his mother. Of course, it was hard to tell when they are first born. But even he seemed different from newborn babies. The mother was beautiful, his father, wanted nothing to do with the boy. Was disappointed in the child and was quick to try again.
A few months later, the little blue one had a sister and a brother. Twins. Both were beautiful and their fins didn't look so odd from his. That was all it took. The boy was abandoned. The shame for his parents was gone. He was taken to where all the shunned mermaids are taken. Which isn't often. It's so rare for an "ugly mermaid" to be born. But he apparently was in their vein minds. Barely two and was kicked out of the kingdom. Taken to the old seahag. A creature that was far from beautiful but she takes in the children. Till they are old enough to go on their own.
The boy cried for his mother for days, nights. But she wasn't coming back. The seahag explained to the boy what his life was going to be like. Once he was on his own. He will be living a life of shame, guilt, pain, and loneliness. That he will have to hide, for no one cares when someone like him is killed off. Mermen were bullies to the little males.
When he was eight, it was time. He was kicked out again and he's been alone every since then. The boy has lived a life like the seahag had said. He's on the run, hiding, and is so very alone. He did find another one who was shunned too. She was old and enjoyed his company for her last few days. She told him it's his fate too. That she was lucky she was found for her last moments.
After meeting her the boy had been depressed, he found a soft patch of sand and just laid there for a few days. Debating what the point was. If he should just let himself starve to death. Something his "kind" tend to do. For if you were to never find your mate. What was the point? To die alone and forgotten. Might as well end his misery.
A few months ago though, he did just that. Was going to let himself just drift away in this sunny patch of sun. Till this little starfish crawled on his face. The boy sat up and plucked it off his face and looked at it. Something told him that the star, was telling him to move. And he was right. For the sound of other mermen was heard. The little blue one had to move, and moved fast. Faster than them at least. He was still too close it seems.
That's when he hatched a dumb, but smart idea. Mermaids never, never go so close to the shore. For their most number one fear lives there. These creatures on two legs. Have hunted mermaids. But he had to risk it. To find a spot away from both mermaids and those two legged things. He did, just that.
The last several months he has found a nice secluded spot to call himself home. It had food, fun rocks to sit on, and he was alone. Probably where he will be alone forever. At least it was beautiful. He had no idea how much he loved to sit on rocks and enjoy the sun's warmth. Those others didn't know what they were missing out on.
Tonight, this evening, was the day he hates the most. The day he regrets the most. It was his birthday. Somewhere out there, were his parents. Regretting it too. The seahag always made him these special seaweed wraps for his birthday. But he always wished he wasn't born. But honestly, he's getting use to being alone. It's better now that he has his little starfish friend. That little guy always clung to him and held his fingers tightly. So the boy was a least a little happy, had at least one good thing going for him.
But the last few days he has felt, a little weird in his home. He would hear something out on the shore. But not see anything. He figured he was being stupid or something. He's been here for months and has seen nothing on this little beach.
To catch the last bit of sun for the day, he sat himself up on his favorite rock and let his tail still splash in the water. His copper eyes closed lightly as he stuck his face up to the sun and took in the last bit of warmth for the day. [b "Happy birthday to me..."] He sighed and looked at the little starfish. [b "What should we do tomorrow?"] His voice so sad and broken. [b "Float around again? Sleep all day? Don't give me that look...no, I don't feel like splashing and jumping...no..I think tomorrow we will just sleep in the sand...again."] The boy tucked the starfish in the water on the rock and laid down on his side. His arms folded under his cheek.
Now and then would swish his tail completely out of the water. He was curvy and had soft features. His hair raven black, his skin pale. Different blues, but didn't sparkle. He was tiny for a merman.
Out of boredom, he would hum a little to himself. Not sure how he knows the song, but he knows it. It was a little slow song, it sounded sad but beautiful. He always would hum it or sing it out to himself whenever he felt like it. It was nights like this, he hopes that maybe one day things will be different for him. That somehow he could be accepted. By someone, anyone. But that was wishful thinking.
He sighed laying there as the sun was still set. Not feeling motivated to move or paying attention to his surroundings.
The platinum haired man sighed, the hot puff of air settling in the air in a breath of fog before dissipating into the atmosphere. Summer was gradually ending, and with it the nights became cooler. Still, it wasn’t quite enough to warrant more than a light jacket, the scarf wrapped carefully around his neck more for style than actual warmth. But he was tired after a full day at work, and the long drive home did nothing to take the exhaustion away. He wanted a warm bath, food, and his bed.
Mila and some of his other friends teased him for living so far from work. His little cottage on the beach, that unfortunately was an hour out of the city, and therefore a rather long commute to and from work on a nearly daily basis. For someone who was so exuberant when it came to interacting with people, he surprised many when they found out he lived so far out in the country. More than once said friends offered him a place in their apartments, telling him to just sell his childhood home and move on already.
But that little cottage by the sea was the home he grew up in, and he wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. It was relaxing, neighbors not terribly far, but far enough that it wasn’t exceptionally loud. Once you learned how to tune out the crashing of the ocean breaking over the jetties of course. Victor liked to sit on his back porch where his parents used to sit, clutching a cup of tea after a long day of work and simply stare out and watch the waves. There was something relaxing about the consistency of the ocean, the way it flowed seamlessly in a never-ending cycle.
And that’s exactly what he was doing, hair still damp after a long soak in his porcelain tub, blue eyes keenly observing the water with a gentle joy and calm air about his person.
Then he saw it.
A tail heaving over the gentle waves, too small and slender to be something like a whale or dolphin, almost human like, if you counted the fins that sprouted where feet should be, and the fact that the legs were stuck together. Abandoning his mug on the outside coffee table, he leaned against the white banister. Curious, but not wanting to startle the creature. Whatever it was. Over the last couple of weeks he’d been seeing something odd in the water by his childhood home, but he never was able to spot it up close. Maybe this would be the day he would finally figure out what animal it was?
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