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 the w a v e s call your name, triton / lowrie
marissa minerva delmara
 Posted on: Oct 2 2017, 05:57 PM
queen athena
❝ Waves try to measure the days that we treasure... ❞
ariel's beginning
forty-one
5'7"
heterosexual
unavailable
11

sam



leomaris dylan seaward # WORDS ❝ i hope it's okay!
Memory was a precious thing when you only had so much of it. At first the thought of losing the horrors of the small circus she'd been a part of sounded like a blessing. What she wouldn't have given to have some respite from the haunting image of people pressing their faces into the glass. Their laughter and jeering as she was poked and prodded, her tank far too small to offer any sort of protection. There was no corner that couldn't be reached, no depth deep enough where she might find solitude. Those days had stretched on into years of agony, and when she'd heard that the portal could wipe it all away she'd been sorely tempted. What did it matter if she forgot? She had no memories left worth remembering: no idea if she'd ever lived anywhere other then those four glass walls.

Then she remembered seeing the ocean through the window's of the King's castle and the ache it built in her chest. A deep pain she could feel clouding her soul. There was something out there, some part of her called to the crashing of waves against the shoreline and the screeching of gulls. If she let that natural song wash over she could almost remember- almost dream of colors spinning, and childish laughter.

Then it was gone, just as quickly as it had come.

It was that feeling that stilled her from losing the last of her memories. A sense of something missing that she had yet to find, and would never find if she let this new world consume her. No matter how painful things might have been, or how skittish she still felt when people focused on her- she had to keep remembering.

So she crossed and hoped that the portal saw fit to place her close to water.

This time the first thing that struck her when she crossed was that smell. The salty sea air, and then the sound of waves crashing against rocks. Beneath her fin she felt coarse sand and directly in front of her was the crooked shoreline with its cresting waves. The sight was dark ( the sky looked as though a storm approached ) but that didn't matter to her. It was the ocean...and it was beautiful no matter how rough and unwelcoming the water looked. She moved towards it, dragging herself across the sand like a magnet being drawn to metal. A shiver slipping through her body the moment her hand vanished beneath a wave.

As soon as her whole body was in the water she had to stop, close her eyes. Feel the current play with her hair, her fin moving back and forth to keep her in place. She'd never felt at home: not in the tank, not in the castle, and not in the apartment she shared with the King and his daughter. At least not until this moment.

She knew this world was dangerous, that horrors lurked ( especially under the waves ) but she couldn't help the reckless abandon that overcame her. A giddy feeling that made her spin and twirl. Playing like a girl would, and hating herself for growing tired so quickly. Too much time spent in such a small space hadn't done her any favors, but she was still smiling as she settled against the sandy ocean floor.

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leomaris dylan seaward
 Posted on: Oct 18 2017, 12:07 PM
Triton
❝ ❞
The Little Mermaid
52
6'6"
merpeople
married
22

lowrie



It was not often that the sea king spent time near the shore line. For years, since his wife had died, the Merpeople kept to the depths. Less chance of coming across a ship and being snared by a Fishermans hook. The surface after that fateful day was forbidden. Out of his fear for losing more that he loved, he kept them close. Cloistered away from sight, safe. Yet really he was suffocating them, not allowing them to be free. At least, one daughter thought that of him. He couldn’t blame her, not really, not when he thought back to his own teenage days of disappearing for hours upon end with Athena, his friends. Yet in his stubbornness, his adage, he had forgotten that at the time his daughters were teenagers themselves. To him they would forever be his string of little pearls, yet he had to let them grow up at some point.

He just didn’t think they would have to grow up so soon…

Nowadays he was more near the surface as he was deep beneath it. It was not out of choice, nothing these days ever were. The seascape had changed in the few years since the Darkness descended upon them. One would think that what happened on the land would stay there, that they’d have nothing to do with it and be able to carry on with their lives. That was not the case, and even within the deepest trenches danger lurked in the dark.

It was not the danger that he was trying to escape, he was fighting the danger to make it safe. No, the reason why he skimmed the surface more often was for the Portal. Hope drove him to be near it when he got the chance. Hope that his daughters would come through, come home…. Occasionally he himself would go through, to Haven Hill in the hope of news there. But those visits seem to getting few and far between. Yet seeing Arista again gave him renewed hope and he was crossing more often than he had. Still not frequent for he had a job here, battles to coordinate, but more frequent than before.
Triton was on his way to the surface, knowing that the portal would be there this time. It was not an exact science finding the portal. But it did have it’s fixed points, it was just a case of knowing when and where. Timing was everything. He was already running behind, having been delayed by a skirmish with some infected creatures out for his blood. He defeated them, he was swimming as fast as he could to reach the portal in time. Yet, something stopped him short.

It was just a flash of a fin, but something about it seemed familiar. He slowed down, trident held in both hands, prepared to shoot if need be. He propelled himself through the murky waters taking care not to disturb the creature that was ahead of him near the beach. He pulled up short, a flurry of bubbles surrounding him, escaping his mouth as he gasped. He blinked, and again as he tried to comprehend what he was looking at.

The ghost of his Queen, wife, mother of his children, best friend. “A-athena?” He gasped out in a stutter, at a loss for words.

marissa minerva delmara
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marissa minerva delmara
 Posted on: Nov 4 2017, 02:02 PM
queen athena
❝ Waves try to measure the days that we treasure... ❞
ariel's beginning
forty-one
5'7"
heterosexual
unavailable
11

sam



leomaris dylan seaward # WORDS ❝ i hope it's okay!
The ocean enveloped her like a welcome embrace. Funny how she'd never truly known or understood how deeply she'd yearned for the sea. To feel the weight of the water all around her, the caress of the currents against her skin. It was rejuvenating in a way that nothing else was. Not even finally being free from the cramped enclosure of her tank offered her this much serenity. Settled against the sandy bottom, she could almost imagine what it would be like to stay here. Though she'd never abandon the family that saved her, she couldn't help the thought that danced enticingly all around her. Like that melody she could never quite forget...staying in the ocean seemed almost appropriate. Like she belonged here, though she couldn't remember.

She couldn't stay though, no matter how badly she wanted to. She had responsibilities back home, and regardless of how she felt she had no real ties to the sea. Nothing except a tickle of familiarity and a sense of belonging. While both were important in their own way, they were not concrete answers and the ocean was a vast place. What guarantees did she have that she'd find her answers here? Or that the Darkness that had chased them through the portal hadn't ravaged and destroyed anything she might have found. Perhaps once upon a time she'd have said that she could feel in her heart that those important to her were still out there, but that was a long time ago. The ache in her chest had slowly faded to protect herself from the pain of not knowing if she'd live to see any of them again. Unfortunately it had taken all her memories with it.

Leaving her eyes closed, Marissa did her best to push these thoughts aside. Knowing on some level that she should be watching her surroundings, but feeling oddly reckless in the wake of everything she was feeling today. She supposes she should have been listening, or watching her surroundings, perhaps even not come into the ocean at all. No matter how loud and intense its siren's song was in her ears, the ocean was dangerous at the best of times...and with the Darkness tainting everything it touches it was bound to be even more so.

The sound of movement caused the relaxation to drain out of her in an instant. Eyes snapping open, body going tense, she rose up from the sand in a flurry of displaced water and sand.

A-athena?

The name caused a reverberation of something deep inside her, a shift in the core of her soul. It was- familiar. He was-

For a moment she could only stare in shock. As far as she'd known she was the last of her kind. It wasn't like she'd had regular run ins with other mermaids in the small glass tank, or across the portal. Even on those few brief trips across the portal she allowed herself for the few memories she had left, she'd never run into anyone else like her.

"I-I'm sorry-" Her tail moved, propelling her backwards, putting some distance between her and the stranger. Did she dare trust this? Did she dare trust him- or that look on his face like he'd seen a ghost. "Do I know you?"

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leomaris dylan seaward
 Posted on: Nov 7 2017, 10:47 AM
Triton
❝ ❞
The Little Mermaid
52
6'6"
merpeople
married
22

lowrie



What he really wanted to do was to break down in tears, to rush at her and wrap his arms around her. All at once he wanted to do these things, yet he found himself rooted to the spot. As though a stray bit of seaweed had wrapped around him and kept him anchored where he was. He was absolutely convinced it was her for he knew he would never forget her face, the form of her fin as she playfully swam from him, the colour of her hair as the current played with it.

The sand settled once more from her sudden movement, and for the briefest of moments he feared that she would have fled. The hammering in his heart kept thudding, roaring in his ears as he blew out a sigh. She was still there, the colour drained from her, but she was still there. He hoped that she wouldn’t had run, that she would know him. He moved forward, reaching for her, eyes turning misty, only to pull back when she created a distance between them.
It hurt, he felt his heart tighten as he dropped his arm to his side. More so as she spoke, a look of disbelief flashed across his face before turning sad. She didn’t know him, had he changed so much, had she been through something so terrible that she forgot him? That hurt him more than that she forgot him. That she had been hurt by something, someone. Yet she was alive when he thought her dead.

“Athena…” he spoke softly, his tone a caress of her name. “It’s me, Triton.” His arm came up to rest against his chest, leaning forward to move closer. He was scared to move though, in case she spooked and swam off. Yet he wanted to touch her, to make sure that she was real, that this was not a mirage. “Your hus-husband.” He almost sobbed out. It had been so long since he had seen her, to have her forget him, to see her been hurt. He just wanted to hold her and protect her once more.

marissa minerva delmara
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marissa minerva delmara
 Posted on: Nov 11 2017, 09:41 PM
queen athena
❝ Waves try to measure the days that we treasure... ❞
ariel's beginning
forty-one
5'7"
heterosexual
unavailable
11

sam



leomaris dylan seaward # WORDS ❝ i hope it's okay!
Athena. The name was spoken as though it carried all the weight and meaning in the world. As though she shouldn't just know it, she should know him.

Oh but it didn't end there. She almost wished it had. Caught herself silently praying that his words had ended after that name and he'd spoken no further. Anything to keep the sudden disconnect she felt within herself at bay. She'd always struggled with remembering, had in a lot of ways, given up her memories for lost. She had nothing to tie to them, no words or images to draw from except a faded melody that refused to unwrap itself from her heart.

"My-" Her throat was closing, words tangling into a knot that threatened to strangle her. She'd have fled just then, were she not frozen in place. Husband. The word was a bullet shooting through her, bouncing about inside her chest; heart, stomach, lungs. She could feel herself sinking to the sands again, but did nothing to stop the descent.

Slowly, her head shook.

One side, then another, then back. So slow, that it was clear she was trying to deny this, trying to fight it. Not because she didn't want-

Of course she wanted this to be true, but how could it? How could someone look at her like that, and yet she couldn't even remember their face? Couldn't remember their name, or that she'd once been married.

The tremor of his voice, the deepness of it, was almost hauntingly familiar. Tantalizing enough, but distant and too far out of reach to bring any memories back with it. It was like the melody, a sound she recognized, but not one she could name or place.

"I'm- I'm sorry I don't-" She could feel tears in her eyes, and was glad that the water around her hid them. "I don't remember you." She'd say she wasn't Athena, that she was Marissa...but was she? She'd had no memory of a name either, it like everything else seemed to have locked itself away from her.

"Am I really? Do- do you really know who I am?"


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leomaris dylan seaward
 Posted on: Jan 3 2018, 05:42 PM
Triton
❝ ❞
The Little Mermaid
52
6'6"
merpeople
married
22

lowrie



The king he was, was gone when he saw her. The proud stern figure he was around others always did fall away when he was in her presence alone. It had been so long since he was the man he was with her he had almost forgotten who that man was. Who he was as a young merman, a teenager hanging with his best friend, the development of that friendship to an everlasting love. For the love was everlasting, he never got over her, he never moved on to another, and he knew he never would for only she had his heart.

He watched her carefully as she took in the information, watched her as she sunk down into the sands below them. Watched as she shook her head and his heart sunk down with her as he saw that she was not remembering. She had truly forgotten, not even his name triggered something within her, not even her own name helped her to remember. So she had not just forgotten him, she had forgotten herself, who she was. Had she even forgotten the music she so loved, the music that was such a part of her that when she was lost to them, music was also lost for so long?

His breath caught in his throat as she admitted that she did not remember me. Though that suspicion had been creeping up on him, to hear it confirmed still shook him to his core. “I knew you better than I know myself…” he whispered, moving closer to her, the trident left in the sand where he was. Then he sang, his voice not what it was, having been so out of practice. “Oh, the waves roll low, and the waves roll high. And so it goes under the bright blue endless sky…”

marissa minerva delmara
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marissa minerva delmara
 Posted on: Jan 15 2018, 09:00 PM
queen athena
❝ Waves try to measure the days that we treasure... ❞
ariel's beginning
forty-one
5'7"
heterosexual
unavailable
11

sam



leomaris dylan seaward # WORDS ❝ i hope it's okay!
How desperately she wanted to remember. The act of forgetting had been, in a lot of ways, her mind's way of protecting herself. So many years spent trapped in such a small space, yearning for something she could not have. It broke her heart, and would have killed her beneath the weight of that sadness had her mind not locked the memories away far out of her reach. So far, perhaps...that she might never get them back. What she wouldn't give for what this man said, what he called her, to be the key that opened that long forgotten chest inside of herself. Yet the locks remained shut tight, and all she could do was stare up at him with hopelessness written in every ounce of her expression. A feeling she could see reflected back at her as her lack of realization sank in.

She almost said yes. Almost lied, if only so she didn't have to see that look on his face anymore. Was that important? Did the pain she feel come from the connection they'd once shared? She couldn't even tell. It wasn't as though she'd stopped caring about the world around her. She still didn't like to see people sad or upset. Yet maybe there was something there in his eyes, in the set of his lips, that struck a cord somewhere.

No.

She was reaching out of desperation.

She almost shook her head again, and then he started singing. If her memories were locked in a box, then the box was jolting forward. A headache slowly starting to form. If she couldn't remember anything else; names, or faces, she could remember that. Not the words- never the words.

Eyes widening she stared up at him: shocked, awe-struck, even a bit terrified. "That song..." The water might have hidden them, but she could feel her tears welling up. "I've- I've never had the words." She hadn't sung since the last night she spent in a tank, ages ago. It felt strange when the song came of it's own volition from her throat; wordless, a melody played on her voice to match his words. She'd have risen from the sand, but her body was trembling and it seemed to only grow stronger as her voice rose.


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