A short drabble I made on Tumblr. Enjoy~ and I changed my name since the old one had nothing to do with the FFs I write~ so now it's shorter and easier 3
Marco slowly opened his eyes as he felt himself sink deeper and deeper into the ocean. It was rather peaceful, beside the pressure there were on his chest, that indicated that he needed air - or so his brain was telling him.
bubbles left his mouth as he felt his body slowly move from side to side by the strong current that was in the water, putting him into a state of fake peace as his eyes closed even more, making him appear drowsy as he sank.
So I am going to die here? that's a rather disappointing way to go..
He moved his head to gaze up where he could see the lightning and thunder roar. Oh yeah.. that was the reason.. his lifeline that had been around his waist had snapped and Thatch hadn't been able to reach him in time. He could still feel the tips of his brother's fingers that had touched his hand before he fell overboard.
I am sorry, yoi..
He wasn't stupid.. he knew that the cook was going to blame himself for what was truly his own fault. He should have checked that stupid lifeline, but the storm had been so horrible that there was simply no time. He would have chuckled at his own stupidity if he weren't about to drown or more specifically die.
Suddenly he saw something glitter in the corner of his eye.
A seaking?
So he wasn't going to drown, but get eaten.. that sounded like fun too he thought sarcastic as he felt his mind slip further and further away which was most likely the lack of oxygen's fault.
What was that..? a soft tone, it sounded like a angel singing. He turned his gaze to his right where he heard the soft melodic song come from.
A light trail of bubbles escaped his mouth when his azure eyes landed on one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. A beautiful - what looked like a young man, with raven locks, that waved softly in the water and a breath-taking long tail with red scales that simmered ever so slightly every time it moved. His mind had to be playing ticks on him.. It most likely meant he was about to die. However, that thought didn't make him remove his gaze as his eyes locked with a beautiful pair of onyx. He felt unable to remove his gaze from them.. they reminded him of the starless night sky or the deepest part of the ocean, the part he was sinking closer and closer to.
He was so lost in the dark orbs that he didn't register that the man- or rather merman had moved towards him before he felt a soft caress to his cheek. It felt warm, loving almost..It made him close his eyes. They only opened again when he heard the soft singing return. He was met with a angel-like face covered in a small amount of freckles. His eyes that had gazed into the captivating orbs just a few seconds ago, fell upon the plump rosy mouth that was forming the beautiful melodic tone.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall
I'll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor
Until he sails home…
Upon hearing the last word, Marco closed his eyes as he saw the raven lean in before he felt a pair a surprisingly warm lips capture his own.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold…