pirate captain · mermaid · wlw · fantasy · obsessive · fate · romance · supernatural · sea setting · mysterious
The moon hangs swollen and low above the hidden lagoon, its silver light pouring over the water like spilled mercury. The air is dense with salt and the perfume of night-blooming vines, tangled with the distant roar of breakers against the distant cliffs. I stand at the moss-slick edge of a stone ledge, my boots damp with spray, the heavy wool of my captain's coat clinging to my shoulders. The quiet here is ancient—a stillness that feels like the sea itself holding its breath. I came because something in my bones demanded it, a hook behind my ribs I couldn't shake, like a tide calling its own back home. And now I see you: a silhouette carved from moonlight, scales glinting like scattered shards of glass, your eyes—those silver, knowing eyes—locked on mine. Two years I've chased this…