A/N - Okay so I finally wrote something (yay!). I've already this entire fic written out and finished bc I know how I am with sticking to longer subjects - if you're new to my writing and don't follow me here or on tumblr, hint: I'm very bad at it...
Now, I know that this is just over 15k words… but like - this took me well over three months to write. Some of the reasons are because of the one above, and also just because I can't write much more than maybe 7k fics at a time and that's if I'm lucky and motivated to something. I've probably got the attention span of a goldfish.
Keep a note - this is probably terribly written and rushed, but I did my best. This is the longest fic I've managed to finish, and it was a lot to write for me, even if it may only be a small word count for most.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
you made flowers grow
in my lungs
and although they are beautiful
i can't fucking breathe
Mermista stared down at her sink, trying in vain to choke some air into her lungs. It caught in her throat, making adrenaline spike through her before she tried again.
Inhale.
Exh-
She coughed again, a violent shudder that wrecked through her body. The sputtering continued for several minutes before dying down, a single petal falling into the sink to mix with the others.
A golden marigold petal this time.
The flowers often fell, usually with delicate pink tulip petals, or even the red petals of a flawless rose. Marigolds with light orange and yellow tints carving around the edges and through the leaf's veins were rarer, suiting their name by looking almost golden. Like the crown of their creator. Their unrequitement.
She Ra.
Another coughing fit threatened to break through, but Mermista smothered it down with what energy she had left. She had to. There was going to be a diplomatic meeting with the Princess Alliance on current rebellion affairs in an hour.
In all honesty… she really didn't want to go to it with how ill she felt, but her kingdom and the alliance needed her. The people needed her.
But there was an illness the sea queen had caught. It wasn't contagious, no. It was only caused by the victim's own feelings for another. One that caused the victim to be subjected to flowers growing in the lungs, awaiting for their painful release into the world.
It was a disease caused by love.
Unrequited love.
The Hanahaki Disease.
She knew as soon as she felt the first sign of tingling in her chest that she had caught it. When she blushed at the tall form of She Ra standing before her, clad in armour and a sword that saved her kingdom by repairing her city's means of defence. Then She Ra transformed back into the girl who went by the name of Adora and graced her with a large grin, knowing that she had done good, and placed herself in a good spot with the sea queen.
It was then she felt the first signs. The first tingle of growing flowers.
It was just before the prom that she had coughed up the first painful petal. A tulip petal. A light baby pink and innocent as it stared up at her.
From that moment on, every breath scraped across her pained throat, the air filled worn out lungs, and her chest became exhausted from the almost constant coughing.
It was in the bathroom at the princess prom that the first person had found out about her weakness.
Seahawk had heard her coughing and pained cries so he had rushed in to help, only to find tears streaking down her face as she looked dead ahead at her reflection with resigned eyes, a single rose petal sitting in isolation on the white marble counter beside the sink.
Red against white. A perfect but painful contrast.
He had hugged her, because he knew exactly what the petal had meant - the small flower baring more meaning to the world than it itself probably knew.
Seahawk had seen first hand what the Hanahaki Disease was. He had caught it for a solid month when he first met Mermista, before he decided to finally get the budding flowers removed. As the disease would last for usually two months before turning fatal, he was cutting it close.
Mermista could only imagine the pain he must have been in.
Sure, Seahawk still loved Mermista, but not so much that he would wish the disease upon himself. Now though, he loved her in a more platonic way. A way that he made sure she knew how truly good and amazing she was, even if he made himself out to be a goofball, and covered it up with laughter and jokes. If he made others smile at his lighthearted antics, then that was a definite bonus - but his main goal was only wanting Mermista to smile and be happy.
That was why he took the news of her disease so hard.
Removing the flowers took an operation, but it was almost always successful. It took only an hour, but once the flowers were removed, so were the feelings. You could never feel romantic love towards that person again - no recorded case proved otherwise.
Once removed, the flowers would wither and die within only a few minutes, unless specially preserved.
Love was precious, and so were the petals.
If not removed, the vines and flowers would continue to grow and smother your lungs, depriving them space for oxygen. It was a slow and painful way to die, but some people didn't want to let go of their feelings, instead opting to die with them.
In a few cases, the roots and vines grew so large that they would strangle your lungs from the inside, collapsing them before you could realise what was happening... that was only rare though. Mermista knew she had a better chance of running out of breathing space than being strangled by an array of flowers.
Seahawk sat in the bathroom with her for the rest of the time that prom lasted (until is was being blown up, that is), listening patiently as Mermista confided in him. She explained her situation, explained how she knew Adora couldn't love her back, otherwise she wouldn't be hacking up flowers every minute.
As Mermista looked into her bathroom mirror, she watched her eyes beg to shed more tears, but she refused them that right.
She couldn't look washed up in front of her council. Not now, when the Hoarde was becoming more powerful. Not when the alliance needed her the most. She pushed back from her sink and turned away, leaving the petals behind. She needed to be strong, and she needed to be there for her people.
"For the people," she whispered as an encouragement that only half worked, finally pushing open the door and exited the bathroom, making her way towards her palace's exit. Seahawk was waiting for her outside in his new ship (he burned the last one again) and she couldn't keep him waiting forever.
She left, ignoring the uncomfortable tickling in her lungs.
Adora was worried about Mermista.
All throughout the meeting she looked as though she was going to faint, as if she had barely an hour of sleep if any. She had dark circles under her eyes, and despite her efforts and well... she just looked plain tired.
She looked ill.
Every once in a while she would start to cough, but managed to smother it down for Queen Angela to continue from where she had patiently paused. Adora could tell that the queen was concerned. Heck, everybody at the table looked worried, but almost twice as much as Adora herself felt.
Was there something that she was missing? Some important detail that she had missed?
Was there some sort of fatal mermaid illness doing the rounds?
…She just didn't know.
Adora glanced up for probably the hundredth time in the past hour to glance at Mermista - only to check on her - but all she saw was the same tired face, trying to pay attention to what Queen Angela despite the clear discomfort she was in.
"Adora? Do you have any inputs?"
Adora shot her eyes up to the Queen who was waiting for her answer, bless her patience. Starting to sweat, she saw out of the corner of her eye that Glimmer was glancing between her and Mermista. Grimacing, she made a mental shrug and shook off the niggling sensation that something was wrong, if Glimmer's looks were anything to go off.
Now the meeting? ...Adora had no idea what the meeting was really about, she was far too concerned about Mermista and her coughing to pay any attention. Oh damn… just say anything.
"Yeah... what would happen if we defended for all towns and slowly backed away the Hoarde?"
Glimmer smacked a hand on her face beside her.
"Adora-" Angela looked physically pained as she cut herself off. She took a breath and continued. "We aren't talking about the Hoarde."
Oh.
"Um…" that was embarrassing. Adora waved a slight hand. "Continue then."
Angela gave her a look. The one she always gave Glimmer when she wasn't listening during a meeting and everybody knew she was daydreaming, so much so that Angela would ask her a question to get her head back in the room. "It's on relearning the language of the first ones. I remind you what I had asked - would you suppose we could learn from your teaching?"
Teaching? Adora? Nope, that was a no.
Adora remembered the hatred that the entire Hoarde cadets and trainees had for their overseers and trainers. Heck, the hatred even bonded a few of them and made them into friends. Mutual hatred was a great thing to bond for - a good thing for the hater, not for the hated.
Adora stalled slightly, hoping Angela would take her hesitation as a hint, and get the idea that she was no teacher- "Well… it just came naturally to me. I don't even know how I can read it."
That was a no go, even for the Rebellion, although seeing the disappointed looks around the table made her confused. How could somebody be disappointed that they weren't going to be told what to do? Besides, she hadn't exactly lied, per say. Reading the ancient writing had just come naturally to her. She honestly didn't know how to explain it to others, or where to even start and make sense at the same time.
Despite Adora's answer, the meeting continued onwards with Angela informing the Alliance what they did know about the first ones technology, but Adora had gone back to her previous lax state about being concerned about Mermista.
Mermista was barely in the room, mentally. She looked further off than Glimmer was. Glimmer was only tuned in when there was a chance she could actually do something, which was more often than not these days… but today was all about information she already knew. Hence, the drifted state that Adora was comparing Mermista to.
Mermista didn't know this topic so normally she'd look bored, but tuned in at least. Not today, some reason was behi-
Suddenly, Mermista's hand shot to her mouth as she was assaulted by a sudden coughing fit. Her coughs seemed to wreck her body, and it looked pure painful. When she brought her hand away, Adora caught a quick glimpse of something golden resting upon her hand, almost glinting in the light that the sun was casting in through the tall windows beside them.
Mermista's eyes shot up to hers across the table, before she suddenly stood up, knocking her chair askew. She left the room is such a hurry that Adora couldn't even process what the golden object could have been.
The door closed with a thud, and for a moment the room was completely silent. A pin could be heard if it had dropped. Adora stared at the door in utter confusion.
Eventually, Seahawk was the one to break the silence with an awkward cough. "I should probably… go see if she's alright."
Most surprising of all, Queen Angela dismissed him with a vague hand wave, and the lull of the meeting continued. Adora stared in shock at the queen.
She- she let nobody leave her meetings. Not unless the castle was under attack.
How was Seahawk so easily dismissed? With a hand wave, much less?
Adora was about to ask her what was going on with Mermista, about how she looked ill, about how she was so ill that Seahawk was permitted to leaving the meeting with a simple hand wave to see if she was alright... but she could clearly see the mixed expressions of both concern and worry from the other meeting goers. Even Perfuma looked ready to jump out of her seat to leave in the direction that Seahawk just had, gently closing the door behind himself.
Adora was too engrossed in her teammates' strange behaviour and trying to figure out the large puzzle, that she missed the pained look Seahawk had given her before he left.
Only he knew why Mermista was growing flowers in her lungs.
Adora had no clue.
Mermista slammed the door of the meeting room behind her, and rushed down the wide hallway, her mind screaming repeats of 'have to get away' and 'fuck fuck fuck'.
Where was the bathroom… she was almost certain it was down here somewhere. Ah there.
She grabbed at a blue door handle, and opened it, but instead of seeing a possible sink and mirror to gauge how bad she was, she stared in shock at a storage closet holding different assorted materials and a weapon that was hanging precariously off the top shelf at the back.
Mermista pulled a face as she slammed the door closed behind her, her need for privacy even greater than her dignity at this moment.
Only when she was certain that nobody had come to find her did she allow her fist to relax, sliding down the door to sit on the cold floor. She had her fist clenched since that moment in the meeting - when her eyes shot up and met Adora's, confirming her worried thoughts of 'did Adora see that?'
She had looked up and saw confused blue eyes glancing up from the object of her affection.
Adora had seen it.
The golden petal of a marigold.
The flower in question rested upon her hand, crushed and damaged, but still shone from the light that made its way into the dark room around the edges of the door… if it could even be called a room with how cramped it was.
This flower was the thing that had caused her to cough her way through the entire meeting. It was the flower's fault that she had to run and hide from her feelings in a storage closet.
Mermista's hand shook as she clenched it around the flower again, crushing it beyond recognition. Her entire body shook like a leaf, because she knew that it wasn't the flower's fault, but it was just easier to blame it.
To blame it for the pain.
There was a small knock on the door, and it was almost comical of how somebody would knock on a storage closet's door.
Mermista knew it could have only been one person. Seahawk.
"Come in," she sighed, and despite her monotone voice she was grateful that Seahawk had followed her to see if she was okay. She needed a bit of company, and Seahawk knew her situation. She was not in the mood for explaining her secret to another person.
The door opened slightly after Mermista had moved out of the way, restricted only by the space, and Seahawk squeezed by and into the closet. He barely paused for a moment before he slid to the floor next to her.
They sat there for a moment before Mermista felt a tear slide down her cheek. A sob wracked at her body, and yet another cough fought through, but she didn't care about how pathetic she must have looked. She just wanted the pain in her lungs to leave her alone. She wanted her carefree and painless life back.
Before she could move, Seahawk was hugging her shaking body into his chest, knowing instantly what she needed. Mermista was instantly grateful that he just knew, though she supposed that was what he would have needed when he had the disease.
The wretched disease that was making flowers grow in her lungs. The flowers were beautiful, stunningly so - glowing in the sun and each one in warm colours that felt right for Adora -
But she just couldn't breathe.
Not without pain.
The crushed marigold lay forgotten on the cold ground beside them.
"I'm getting the operation."
Seahawk didn't say anything, but Mermista could feel the slight hitch in his breath from under her head. When she raised her head off his chest, she saw that a thought full expression had been drawn across his face.
"I'm getting the operation, Sea," she said, ignoring how she was still shaking. The pain in her lungs greatened and she fought back a bone-shaking cough. "I'll die if I don't," she added quietly, almost as as a whisper. Almost as though she was too afraid to say that fact aloud. She wasn't afraid.
Yeah, she didn't completely believe herself either.
Seahawk smiled sadly, rubbing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "If that's what you want."
Mermista felt an unexplained anger simmer through her, and she pushed away from him in one jabbed motion, ignoring ignoring his grunt of surprise - "What, like you think you know any better?! What's that supposed to mean?" Seahawk doesn't deserve this. "You think I wanted this? You really think that I would deserve to die from this disease rather than to talk to Adora?" You're being extremely cruel. "You don't understand anything that is going through my mind at all when I see her! Sitting there, not knowing how much my love for her is affecting me!" He does understand. "Just leave me alone and fight your own battles!" He doesn't deserve this.
Seahawk blinked, expression open, and hurt. "I… didn't know you felt that way."
The anger began to cool slightly and Mermista's expression dropped, guilt spreading at the back of her skull.
"Seahawk -"
Seahawk went to stand up, to leave probably, which Mermista definitely deserved him to go and leave her alone to deal with her ranged emotions, but she still stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked back, confused, another moment passing before he spoke- "You're giving me so much mixed signals right now. Do you want me to leave or not?"
Mermista let go of his arm, silently shaking her head as more tears ran down her cheeks, the floodgates finally breaking free. "I'm sorry, Sea. I- I didn't mean to lash out, you.. you don't deserve that."
Seahawk gave her a concerned look, and slowly sank back down to his seat on the floor. "Ever think you should talk to Adora first?"
Mermista shook her head, glad that Seahawk stayed despite her outburst. He deserved to leave. "It has nothing to do with Adora. I can't tell her about-" she cut herself off with a sharp cough as it drove through her body and rattled her bones.
Seahawk's raised eyebrow was a feeling that crept on her mind, she didn't even need to look at him to see it. "It has nothing to do with Adora?"
Mermista waved a hand dismissively at him as she was launched into another bought, coughs rattling her entire frame and left her shaking once again. She felt Seahawk slap gently at her back.
It was a tulip petal this time.
Mermista glared at it with all the hatred she could muster.
Adora and her stupid hair that was like a stupid golden curtain that fell over her stupid golden shoulders when she used the stupid sword to transform into stupid She Ra. The She Ra that had started to appear in her dreams with an inviting smirk on her face as she extended as hand for Mermista to take. She Ra would then lead her onto the dance floor and they would dance, not a care in the world.
Then, she would take her chin in her hand and Mermista would lean up to meet her and -
The dream always ended before they could get any closer. Her mind wouldn't allow her thoughts to kidnap it and run away. In a way, it was both a blessing and a curse.
Seahawk laid a hand on top of hers, which she only realised had been clenched around the petal, causing water to drip from in between her fingers.
Mermista started, and dropped the petal as if it had burned her, and it drifted to the ground, crumpled, resting itself right next to the similarly crushed marigold.
The colours worked well together, the gold contrasting the soft pink in an appealing way. Only a red could bring them together and form a bouquet fit for even Perfuma's home. The red of a rose. The other flower she would eventually cough up again.
As if sensing her thoughts, a tingling sensation rested deep in her chest.
Mermista buried her head in her hands - she couldn't deal with this.
She had to get the damned operation.
"I'm getting the operation. Sea," she looked up, meeting Seahawk's saddened eyes, "I don't care of the side effect."
"You'll lose your feelings towards Ado-"
"I said I don't care."
Seahawk was silent once more, as if in thought. Mermista sighed, reigning into the bone deep exhaustion as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
The fabric of his ridiculous blue jacket was soft, and smelled like the sea - salty. From all his time sailing. Some patches against her cheek felt rougher than others, but it was still pleasant. Blue like the water, and salty like the sea. It fitted Seahawk's reputation and name like a perfect glass shoe.
"Y'know? In a strange way, I feel like I should be calling you Sea."
Mermista couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her mouth, her careless image be damned. The tension in the small space instantly lifted. "No, you can't - Seahawk can be shortened to Sea, but Mermista can be shortened to…"
"Mer?"
Mermista wrinkled her nose. "Definitely not."
Seahawk breathed a short laugh. " 'Think Mermista will have to do for now, but I'll find you a name yet."
The eye roll was too good to pass up at that comment, "Sure," she sighed, feeling her eyelids start to droop, "glad to have you back. You were pretty serious for a bit there."
She felt Seahawk shrug a shoulder under her head, "Serious situation." The dismissal of the topic was suspicious, but was easily connected to how he knew exactly how Mermista was feeling, despite her ugly accusations she spat at him just a few minutes prior.
Suddenly, Mermista's eyes widened, and she shot upright. "The meeting!"
"Calm down Starfish, we can always ask Perfuma what we missed. She'll be glad to provide us with help, and hopefully some vines too."
Mermista raised a judgemental eyebrow for two reasons. "Starfish? Vines?"
Seahawk smiled lazily at her, "I tied a few to my burned ship before it took to flames. They were so much better than ropes for swinging off. No rope burns!" To prove his point, he showed off the palms of his hands, which were unusually burn free.
Mermista mentally shrugged. Fair enough.
"Now," Seahawk's voice grew careful, as though he was about to step on glass. "The operation?"
Defence shot through her as she felt a slight sense of nerves, "You can't talk me out of it-"
Seahawk shushed her, glancing down at his hands which were toying with the cuff of his sleeve. "I was wondering if you needed some support for when you wake up. Don't think you'll be telling anybody other than the surgeon and me about this?"
Mermista stared, and caught herself after a moment, so she only nodded. Instant gratitude sifted through her. "Of course you can be there. I don't think I'd have it any other way."
Seahawk beamed at her. "Thanks, Starfish."
She blinked. "Don't call me that."
The next few days went by smoothly… well, about as smooth as they could get with a bone rattling cough.
Still, everything seemed fine. Mermista was at home and far, far away from Adora, She Ra and any other persona of her crush. Seahawk was granted a room in her palace with a ship's clean, white sail for the bedsheets, and vines and ropes keeping the bed frame together.
Mermista thought it would have been humorous, but was surprised when Seahawk genuinely loved it. Small delights, she supposed.
He was almost gifted a ship in a bottle too, but Mermista rethought that one. He would probably manage to burn it in some way, shape or form. She also told her palace staff to keep him away from any of the fireplaces and torches for good measure. Her palace thanked her. No fires were set in those few days.
Still, everything was going fine until she was called out for a mission. With Adora.
Sure, it was only a small mission with no fighting and just checking up on nearby towns and villages, but she was put on a team with Bow… and Adora.
Seahawk had found her the evening she had gotten the news with her head on the table of the dining room. Where Mermista was expecting some emotional support in her hour of need, all she got was a smothered laugh and a "you'll be alright."
Why couldn't she have been put on Perfuma and Glimmer's team? Or even Seahawk and Swiftwind's team over the one she was stuck with. Even putting up with two (ahem) eccentric beings would be better than to face her fear of Adora finding out.
This. Was. Terrible.
It seemed as though they were the only three-person team, everyone else was placed in pairs. So she thought she could switch, with their team only having an extra that could move freely, but Queen Angela was having none of it. Apparently, some of the villages their team were assigned to had water based living styles.
Mermista sighed and continued walking behind Bow, making sure to step over the root that jutted out onto the narrow path.
Not even Neptune had to put up with the Hanahakai disease… she thought. Who honestly knew.
"Mermista, you okay?"
Mermista glanced up at Bow's voice, and smiled tightly. "Yeah. Perfect."
Bow looked unconvinced, eyes narrowing slightly, but continued walking. Adora was leading the way ahead, so Mermista didn't have to worry for now. She was probably too busy keeping an eye out for anything that wanted to eat them past the dense woods.
Before she left for the mission, Seahawk had gifted her a small purple bottle. Its labels were unreadable; in a strange language made up of sharp symbols and dots, but he reassured her that this honey-like liquid was what got him through his dose of the disease… even if he had bought it from some far away land that that he could only stay in for a few hours without getting the heeby jeebies.
It stopped the flowers from sprouting for twenty minutes at a time, so if she took it every time she felt discomfort or a cough, she'd manage to live through the day.
That still didn't stop her from feeling warm every time she saw Adora, even now as she was leading the way ahead, waving a hand at her hair to get it untangled from trees when a branch lay too low. The way she kept her sword on her at all times, ready to defend and protect.
Mermista still blushed at the memory of She Ra smiling at her from that day on the bridge.
The tingling fought harder against the medicine.
The upcoming village distracted her from the thought of Adora. Just this last one, then she'd be free. Free to leave this mission in the dust for today, and hopefully her emotions too. How she had managed the other three towns, she didn't know. She had to take the medicine countless times, but it stayed true to Seahawk's word and prevented the flowers and coughing.
Just one more.
Maybe this was finally going to be the water village.
As they neared the clearing, the ground opened way to a lake, covered in a thick, dense fog. A lake that was softly glimmering purples and oranges in the light of the setting sun that dispersed through the moisture in the air. The lake's water lapped onto the ground only a few feet from where they stood, leaving a soft washing sound in its wake.
It was calming, and Mermista sighed.
She definitely felt at home. The water was almost calling to her.
Upon the water, a while from the shore, lay a few short buildings which seemed to almost float easily on the lake, the walls completely blended in amongst the blues and greens of the water. They seemed to be made of the same material that coral was, if the colours were anything to go by.
It was difficult to see through the fog, but it almost seemed like... magic.
Still, a deep sense of foreboding washed through her.
Something was… off.
Where were the animals? The birds? Usually a lake like this one would be teaming with wildlife… but the lake was silent, and the air was heavy. Almost as if the scenery itself was holding its breath.
"Mermista, you coming?"
Mermista tore her eyes away from the watery village at the sound of Adora's voice, calling her from the small boat that Bow was untying at at a pier.
A very small boat.
That she would share with both Adora and Bow, leaving very little space for moving. She'd have to sit tight with Adora.
"Uh…" she looked back at the village, calculating the distance, "No thanks. I'll swim."
From the corner of her eye, she could see exactly when Adora blinked, taken aback, and Mermista couldn't help but to feel slightly guilty. She attempted to smother that guilt by stepping into the cool water until it reached just above her ankle bracelet, fully immersing her feet and soaked the simple twine rope.
It was only a simple light brown bracelet, with a small, white seashell braided into it to make it personalised. Special, and just for her. A gift from Entrapta that she just couldn't let go of… she missed her and even her screams of 'science!' in her ear when she wanted to find out how Mermista could transform her legs into a tail.
She wanted to know if it was her powerstone, and obviously needed to examine it. The small bracelet was a 'socially acceptable gift' for allowing her to study. Mermista didn't want to know what that meant, but still, she just couldn't throw the feeble thing away.
She never even finished her experiments.
"Oh. All right then."
Adora sounded almost hurt, and it took a lot more willpower than she was willing to give to not turn around and climb into the damned boat, slightly emotional just from Entrapta's memories (Neptune, she was getting soft these past few days), but it was that moment that Bow decided to push the boat off the soft sand. Mermista mentally shrugged, trying to seem as though she didn't care. Which she definitely didn't.
She sighed to herself, giving up with trying to seem like her unrequited love didn't affect her, because it did. Maybe a little too much, even.
She sniffed, feeling tears prick at the back of her eyes, but instead chose to hide it by wading deeper into the lake, trudging through the water, and finally dove when the water was deep enough that she could just barely feel the sandy ground beneath her feet.
She changed into her mermaid form, and came up to the surface to get her surroundings. The boat was floating directly beside her when she broke the surface, and for a brief moment panic swept through her. What if Adora saw her reddened eyes? What if she knew instantly how much she was affecting her with that one image?
What if she didn't?
Either outcome seemed just as bad as the other in that moment, but as she glanced upwards to the boat's edge glinting copper in the easy sun, she saw that only Bow was leaned over the side.
"Want to race?"
Mermista blinked, dumbfounded, but still relieved. How could a small rowboat go faster than she could? She shook her head, "No."
How Bow managed to look exactly like a kicked puppy after her negative answer was a mystery, but Mermista found herself fighting back an eye roll.
"Maybe on the way back."
The archer smiled at her. It was in that moment that Adora decided to peer over the side of the boat, most likely curious, and Mermista froze slightly before she quickly ducked under. The water was cold and made its way up her nose at the sudden dip and stung, but Mermista didn't care. She had to dive before the certain hero saw her.
That was close.
Too close.
Landing on the floating village was a lot easier said than done. Then again almost everything was.
Still, where Mermista found it easy to wash up onto the (very narrow) paths that surrounded each building, the boat… did not.
As in - the boat got stuck and Mermista had to help everybody get out of it.
Everybody included Adora, the very person she was avoiding.
It seemed as though the universe wanted to punish her.
She had helped Bow onto the firm paths first, not wanting to deal with the other passenger just yet. She knew she couldn't ignore her forever… but maybe just a while longer. Reluctantly, she reached a hand out for Adora as she stood awkwardly on the boat, trying to prevent it from overturning.
Mermista avoided her eyes, but a sudden tug made her look toward the boat that Adora was clearly struggling with. It was in that moment that Adora chose to stumble as the boat swayed beneath her, her grip on Mermista's hand loosening.
Water splashed onto them and Mermista's hand shot back to her chest instinctively. Ugh she had just dried off too.
"Adora!"
Bow's yell in her ear brought her back to reality as the realisation dawned on her; Adora had fallen into the water and was now under the surface.
Mermista hesitated, not really wanting to go near her. "Can she swim?"
Adora answered her question before Bow had time to by breaking through the surface of the water and trying to execute the worst doggy paddle Mermista had ever seen in her life, but the fact that Adora was clearly panicking stopped her from rolling her eyes.
Mermista quit her hesitation instantly, seeing red as she dived, her tail materializing before she even hit the water. Adora's torso was below the surface ahead of her, so she quickly grabbed the panicking blonde by the waist.
Adora instantly grabbed onto Mermista with the grip of a drowning man… well, Mermista just hoped the metaphor stayed as a metaphor. She really didn't want a drowned She Ra on her hands just because she wouldn't pay attention and properly help Adora out of a damned boat.
Adora stopped panicking as Mermista held her firmly above the water, her tail beating harshly below the surface just to keep the both of them afloat. Mermista's heart allowed her to imagine that Adora stopped flailing because she was there, and not the access to oxygen.
Adora looked at her, blue eyes shining. Her hair was wet and her ponytail was mussed, causing a few strands of golden hair to fall over her face.
Her jacket and top were wet too, pressing against Mermista's chest, close enough that she could feel her shivering. Her legs kicked gently under the water in an attempt to help them stay afloat, and Mermista could feel the way it made the water shift and flow around her tail. A few disobedient water droplets were making their slow, agonising journey down her face, and one lay on the edge of her bottom lip.
Her pink lips made Mermista realise just why a tulip was one of the flowers she was growing and coughing. Plump and sweet, smooth like the petals. Twice as enticing.
The air felt electric, and as Adora looked at her through thick eyelashes, Mermista knew that she was gone. Tulips could only go so far to describe -
"You guys okay out there?"
Mermista jumped at the sound of Bow's voice, nearly dropping Adora back into the water. She had only realised just how close her face had gotten to Adora's, and just how fast her tail was beating in the thick waters.
Almost too quickly the moment was gone, and Mermista shook her head from the previous thoughts. Really? Now?!
Adora adjusted her grip as she swam as fast as she could back to the paths, the one in particular that Bow was waiting patiently on.
Her lungs felt as though they were on fire.
Adora reached up a hand, and her weight was lifted off Mermista as Bow took it and pulled her up. Once firmly on the ground, Bow extended a hand to help Mermista, and she took it, mostly to act normal after her huge slip up.
She nearly kissed Adora.
As she was heaved up onto the narrow path, she tried to control her breathing… distracting her racing mind on the figure she could see a way off ahead. Sure, it was a small village, but the fog had made it murky and almost ethereal. Just to match the scene that had gone down beforehand.
The scene that her pulse was still racing from.
Calm down.
The figure edged closer, and Mermista found that it was in fact not humanoid. It looked like a creature from a book she read once. A book that left her young mind reeling, pulse racing, and calling her father more nights than not. Made a little heart beat in its chest as she read on, wanting to know the ending.
The figure had winding horns, and it was dark, tall. That was all she could tell. As it emerged from the fog, a full-body shiver ran through Mermista, and she froze. The creature...
It's body was twisted in the middle, and leaning its gait slightly to the left, limping on a leg that was mangled in a way that looked as though it had once been severed in a battle, but somehow managed to survive. It looked drained, and seemed to seep light from everything around it. Even the coral wall beside them seemed to shrink slightly in fear. To get away.
But it was not the shape, or even the dark aura that seemed to cling onto the mangled skin that scared her the most.
It was the eyes.
Just completely… human.
The creature travelled slowly on its limp, and finally emerged fully from the fog. They glanced Mermista's frozen body up and down with saddened eyes that shone brighter than any eyes she had seen on any human soldier or mage. They looked as though they were wise from the knowledge of a thousand years, and witnessed more loss than Mermista ever would in her lifetime. Only… they were a golden brown, as if they were created from the rich earth of the mountains and highlighted with ore of a sword's edge.
They looked too wise.
It was as if they were almost sensing that something was wrong, and it was when a wrinkled hand came up and stroked idly at their chest while looking between Mermista and Adora, that she realised how messed up this village was.
She stumbled back as they looked at her with their heavy gaze.
This creature knew about her disease.
The creature nodded to her, and kept walking. They walked past the three, and disappeared into the thick fog in the direction it was headed before.
Mermista felt as though she couldn't breathe, for an entirely different reason than the flowers, for once.
"Okay, what was that thing?!"
Adora's panicked voice rose over the suspense, but it wasn't enough for Mermista's newly pounding heart. The tingles in her lungs broke through, and she scrambled for the small medicine bottle.
She was getting the operation.
It was final.
Mermista was ignoring Adora. She knew that much…
But she just didn't know why.
She ducked away the entire mission. She dodged the trip in the boat earlier too. When the… the thing emerged from the fog, Adora could sense that Mermista knew something.
But she ignored all her gut feelings.
She kept walking.
"So… I don't see any more of those creatures," Adora said, finally stopping to check on the others. Mermista wasn't looking at her, as usual, but Adora had learned to ignore that. She learned to ignore the instant drop in her mood. Bow was fine, he just looked a little bit spooked. "Hopefully there's no more and we can get out of here already."
"I'm with Adora on that one," Bow raised his hand, voice cracking over his fear.
If Mermista was afraid, she didn't show it. She looked as cool as a hard rock, and twice as emotionless. Honestly, it unnerved Adora a small amount. Ever since she had her one-on-one with the beast, she'd been shrinking back into herself, even after opening up from her usual closed off personality. It had taken a while to coax down her walls, and now it seemed as though they were rebuilt stronger than before.
A sad feeling shot through Adora as she was reminded of the first time they had met, in her throne room.
After getting no visual confirmation off Mermista, Adora grunted in frustration. "Do you agree?"
Mermista looked up, eyes almost like a dead gaze. "Yeah, sure. Doesn't matter to me anyways."
Fine. If she wanted to be that way.
"Okay it's settled. We're leaving."
Being back at the castle didn't help either. If anything, it made it worse.
Mermista had barely talked during the recap meeting, only speaking to talk (extremely vaguely, might she add) about the creature that had emerged from the fog, sized her up, and left.
Shortly after that fiasco was done and explained, Seahawk had returned with his team, bursting into the room with the tail end of a story he must have been replaying to one of the castle guards. The guard looked halfway between interested, and attempting to look bored - probably not wanting to be teased later for actually finding Seahawk's wild tales believable.
Seahawk finished, and sat down (collapsed) beside Mermista. Adora's view on the estranged mermaid was blocked off.
She tried to not let it get to her, she really did, but a strong feeling of not being wanted kept washing over her.
It was perfectly fine.
She was too used to being the favourite anyways.
Catra let her know about that fact enough for her to know.
Angela stood up, bringing Adora's attention to the top of the table. One by one, the eyes of the other princesses turned to the Queen. Even Mermista's did before she quickly turned to face the other direction. A silence fell on Adora as she felt her heart sink a little.
Something was definitely wrong with Mermista, and she was going to find out sooner or later.
She only hoped it was sooner, before the princess did something rash...
Mermista stared in her mirror, a feeling of fear crawling over her. She felt nothing but that fear, allowed it to engulf her entire being... so she couldn't even feel the last affection towards Adora that she ever would.
Her guards were on standby outside, and Seahawk was waiting for her, to escort her to the operating theater. He was the only thing that was stopping her from switching to her mermaid form and living the rest off her shortened life with the sea life, in the little cave that she hid all of her favourite items and where she often left to get some peace and quiet.
It was the beast on that water village that finally made her snap, finally made her book an appointment with Salineas's best Hanahaki surgeon. If that creature knew, it was only a matter of time before Adora found out.
She sighed, taking one last glance at her emotionless gaze in the hospital mirror.
The hospital garments were itchy and uncomfortable, but represented more than just sickness now. More than just a girl with a disease that wanted her life back. They represented more than a mortal could fully understand.
They represented the disease's last withering breaths in her chest.
They represented Mermista's battling mind and her inner thoughts. Her fears. Her shameful emotion's will to survive as it made her cough one last time.
Sooner or later, she had to face the music.
She had to receive the scars of unrequited lungs.
With one last scratchy breath, she pushed away from the sink.
