A/N: Written for the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp. Merwoman & her victim.
The Future King of the Sea
Wrapping her cold arms around him,
sea foam green beckoned,
cold fingertips tracing circles
onto the small of his back.
Her tides burned his lungs
like cheap alcohol,
dragging him down
into his own bad decisions.
His heart is slow and wet
and He lets her,
kissing the sea furiously
with his blue, blue lips.