Snippet #1569232

The last mer to see Eros that morning ended up in tears. Like always. She was convinced that he was the one, her mate for life. She knew it deep within her heart and he knew it too, just that he wasn’t aware of it himself. At least, that’s what she thought.

Eros swam smoothly toward the ruins, feeling a bit exhausted. He had to explain to her – rather convince the poor heartbroken mer- that it was simply impossible to stay together. His mother – the jealous kind- was terribly against it and he tried so many times to reason with her for the sake of their love, but she sworn to kill herself if he wouldn’t end it. It was perhaps the twentieth time Eros had used that lie in the past week. His excuses and explanations got better and more realistic with each passing year, so much so that at one point he started to believe them himself. It took only a second for him to go and yell at his mother – loving and kind in reality - for being nosy, but something distracted him from his path.

It was a song. Rather, a voice. A hautingly beautiful voice, more beautiful than he ever heard before. And that was something because there was no better voice in the mer land than his own. This not only intrigued him, but also annoyed him. Who dared to possess such a voice? He followed it and the voice led him somewhere near the shore, out of the water, close to the spot he used to come almost daily to look at himself in the water.

Then he knew why the voice had no match. Because it belonged to a human. Gazing at the frail figure from beneath the water’s surface, a couple of feet away from Isabella, Eros circled the little spot in which she was..playing? What was she doing there anyway? No human dared to enter that part of the island, not since ten years ago when the merpeople killed a whole crew and plunged the heads of their victims into spears, letting them in the sand like a fence. Everyone believed that cannibals lived within the island’s forest.

He saw her shadow in the water and easily enough, like a sea serpent, he raised his head above the water’s surface, coiling and uncoiling his tail in the depths with graceful movements. She was beautiful to look at. He never had a female human before. Eros wondered how her tanned skin felt, it it was silky and smooth or harsh? He also wondered how it would be to kiss her, how it would feel like to hold her body in which hot blood flows, so different and so much warmer than the mer’s cold skin.

Eros approached the young researcher with caution and with a grin on his handsome face. She was alone, that was good.

I am the love that shines
From the depths of the ocean
I come to you bearing my heart
Open like a sea shell on the beach
Take its pearl, it belongs to you only

His voice was clear and charming, smooth as silk. He didn’t know her song, but he improvised on the way with the lyrics he heard from the sailors. His English sounded strange, different, like he had an accent of some sort, but it did not matter. These were probably the only words he knew from the human language. Improvising was one of his best skills after all. He rose from the water, until all his torso was out in the sun. His long hair concealed the fins from his ears and Eros looked like a human taking a bath.