I, must most sadly admit, that I do not own the characters that are implied.
I know its a little bit um... strange... but I gather inspiration from the weirdest of places. This one would be a little from Greek mythology and from the painting, The Lament for Icarus by Herbert James Draper. I'm not one for art, but I love anything with wings, or the wind or anything of the sort. I'll stop babbling now and leave to to do whatever your here to do.
The Goddess of the Sky
She lay there, in her vanity, covered in her feathers and what was left of her bloody cloth clothing. The spear that had claimed her life was still lodged deep within her body, piercing her heart. Her skin was cool to the touch of the aquanette's fingertips, as she gently caressed her face.
The blondes' locks fell onto her lap, yet they never lost their windblown effect. It was beautiful really. The aquanette ran her fingers ever so carefully through the sand coloured threads, feeling the silkiness.
Great wings spread on either side of her body, crooked and broken. In the fading golden light, they appeared to be a pale brown. Like a giant quilt, they fell over the damaged stone from the pillars, making even the roughest of edges look soft and smooth. Even as a breeze began to pick up, the feathers themselves seemed to be made of granite, hardly moving.
Her lithe body lay in the center, pale in comparison to the feathery objects cradling her. Insipid blue cloth covered her body, translucent enough to hide any feminine parts. The material around her left breast was crimson with blood that had leaked when she had been impaled.
She couldn't help but admire the blonde, even in death. Her face was still so peaceful, so beautiful. If she hadn't known better, the aquanette would have assumed she was sleeping. There were no signs of stress or pain anywhere on her face. It appeared so light. The blonde's lips seemed to curl up ever so slightly, giving the aquanette the impression she was smirking. Even in death, the blonde was cocky.
She couldn't help herself as she smiled sadly, deep ocean eyes filling with water. Was it fair that such a magnificent creature was ripped from the sky only to save an ocean dweller? The aquanette had been anhydrous for days, searching for this wonderful being.
When her deep blue had met the unbound, wild teal eyes of this blonde, she instantly felt attached. She felt safe and cared for, even if the blonde seemed to feel nothing. So she left the one thing she loved more than life itself, and searched for the Goddess of the Sky.
The Goddess of the Earth became jealous at this, wanting the Goddess of the Sky for herself. She waited for the Goddess of the Ocean to near the place that the Goddess of the Sky rested her heavy wings. It was on the highest mountaintop, broken pillars making up the entire platform.
Upon arrival, the aquanette could feel loathing eyes watching her intently. She knew this was not the feel of the blonde's eyes. So she waited for the first move to be made.
A screech was heard ripping the air, an enraged banshee. Immediately, the aquanette tried to locate the source of the noise, ineffectively. Before she had any time to react, a spear had been shot towards the Goddess of the Ocean, aiming to pierce her heart, giving the Goddess of the Earth, the Goddess of the Sky all to herself.
Like the wind herself, the blonde appeared, shielding the aquanette, sacrificing herself for the well being of the other.
As the Goddess of the Earth had watched the error of her ways unfold, she fled back to the place of her dwelling, leaving the other two of them to themselves.
The aquanette held the Goddess of the Sky in her arms, regretting the loss of someone so selfless. What was the sea, really, without the breeze? It was just a large expanse of water, nothing caressing it, dancing with it the way only it knew how to.
She gave one last endearing look at the blondes' soft face, before she placed it softly onto the ground, brushing her sandy locks out of her eyes one last time.
The aquanette got up fluidly, moving to the edge of the platform without a sound. She peered over the edge, undeterred by the height that she was above the water. Any fall from up here would be deadly, she was more than sure.
She took a deep breath of the refreshing air so high up, and as the sun sank lower towards the horizon, she gathered her wits about her and dove.
It was an endless fall from so high up, but she would be reunited with her ocean once more. As the air whipped around her body, caressing her so roughly, she swore she could feel the winged goddess holding her in a tight embrace, wings spread out mightily against the pressing gales, before she encountered the ocean at last.