Siren
The waters weaken in the moonlight and part before anxious eyes. The whirl of ancient lore descends and a breath is taken. The liquid reaches for the moon, breathing air, eyes open to the stars and arms out to the world.
The whisper of withering, of death and decay resonates. The descent to darkness stirs a single teardrop. The breath is broken. The heart hearkens. The stillness stirs to life and the waters reclaim their place in life. The shimmering azure caresses softly.
A hand falters.
The silence deepens.
"Good night," he smiles.
The moon lustres before the open sea. Its dark tides scour its depths and shallows and the edge of land. The metal mesh of the window catches and gleams darkly. He lowers his head and smiles with a murmur of laughter in the back of his throat.
A stifled snore stirs in the calmness. He turns and steps to shadows. The light washes in and over the silks of the bed curtains. There, swathed in cream and gold, lie sleeping two angels; one grown, the other a cherub. He smiles sweetly.
In rest they are without worries. He exits the darkness and wanders to their side. Softly, so as not to disturb, he sits on the edge. His back of his fingers stroke the far cheek of her fine face. She leans to his touch with a blossoming smile.
From a place on her chest there comes a slight snore. Tiny hands clench and unclench. The brow is furrowed and knitted in determination. Then the boy sighs and settles back to the deeper realms of rest. One hand falls to his father's grasp.
The proud paternal smile fades. He glances to the door. A stirring of wakefulness rises. The moonlight lustres finely and through the window where it can. It settles to the woman and in her sleep she hums and the melody arises in all of the realm a deep dissatisfaction in men.
The bolts quiver but remain for all to hear and fear the siren's song.
Author's Note: All right, I feel that I should be honest now. I should also apologise to my readers and those who chose to be alerted of my updates. I am attempting to reach over one hundred views per day. As I'm going on holiday in a day or two I felt I should take my attempt as far as possible before admitting defeat.
This story was inspired by an image that I loved and saved. It was a fanart of Miku that looked like she was made of water and rising up out of water. That, and for a person who made hundreds of wishes to be a mermaid it seemed odd that I haven't really written a story or fanfiction about them. This was born! Oh, there was also another fanart of these two... He was leaning over her and his son and Miku were sleeping.
In the beginning Miku, a supernatural water creature, was dying. Kaito took her hand before the water could claim her and she became a mermaid: of the sea and the land.
Thank you for choosing to read this story very much. I adore this piece. I really hope that you adore this story as much as I do or that you at least enjoyed this. I apologise if this was not to your satisfaction.
