The ocean always calls to Myca. Louder and louder the closer he gets to it. For years now, he's visited this beach, never daring to let the water lap at his bare feet lest the tide's retreat pull him with it. It's not an area where humans come to swim. No, this stretch of beach is full of rocky outcroppings, both visibly and beneath the surface. Dangerous for an animal that isn't aquatic to navigate.
That's another reason Myca likes this specific area: it's often devoid of people and quiet. There's no one around to notice or care when he climbs onto those perilously sharp rocks. There's no one to question why he chooses to sit there and gaze out at the sea in silence, day after day, week after week, month after month.
It's late in the afternoon, nearing sunset and Myca's still perched on the rocks, sighing softly as he listens to the sea singing to him. He imagines the music of his fellow sirens, though they're impossible for him to hear this far away. But he remembers. Every note of every song. Every enchanted love who threw themselves into the sea and dashed themselves against the rocks. Every lap of bloodied seafoam against those same rocks.
Myca closed his eyes, shaking his head gently as if doing so could pry those memories loose so he could be rid of them forever. If only the steady lapping of the shore could wash his memory clean as it does the rocks. There's never any trace left of those poor, unfortunates who fall under a siren's spell. Only memories.
Usually, he leaves before the sun begins to noticeably sink towards the horizon. That's when the seals typically returned from their daily hunts to rest: when sand and rock were cooler and the cover of darkness added protection. Today, he'd gotten lost in thought. So he was only a little surprised when he turned to climb back down to the anchor of solid ground under his feet to spy a single seal in the water near the rocks.
Blinking a few times, Myca casts a careful glance around to ensure no one was within earshot. Seeing no human around, he smiled down at the seal and waved as if the animal would understand such a gesture.
"Hello little friend," he murmured in a soft, but lilting voice. "I'm just leaving so you can have these rocks if you want them."
for @timidcuriosity
That's another reason Myca likes this specific area: it's often devoid of people and quiet. There's no one around to notice or care when he climbs onto those perilously sharp rocks. There's no one to question why he chooses to sit there and gaze out at the sea in silence, day after day, week after week, month after month.
It's late in the afternoon, nearing sunset and Myca's still perched on the rocks, sighing softly as he listens to the sea singing to him. He imagines the music of his fellow sirens, though they're impossible for him to hear this far away. But he remembers. Every note of every song. Every enchanted love who threw themselves into the sea and dashed themselves against the rocks. Every lap of bloodied seafoam against those same rocks.
Myca closed his eyes, shaking his head gently as if doing so could pry those memories loose so he could be rid of them forever. If only the steady lapping of the shore could wash his memory clean as it does the rocks. There's never any trace left of those poor, unfortunates who fall under a siren's spell. Only memories.
Usually, he leaves before the sun begins to noticeably sink towards the horizon. That's when the seals typically returned from their daily hunts to rest: when sand and rock were cooler and the cover of darkness added protection. Today, he'd gotten lost in thought. So he was only a little surprised when he turned to climb back down to the anchor of solid ground under his feet to spy a single seal in the water near the rocks.
Blinking a few times, Myca casts a careful glance around to ensure no one was within earshot. Seeing no human around, he smiled down at the seal and waved as if the animal would understand such a gesture.
"Hello little friend," he murmured in a soft, but lilting voice. "I'm just leaving so you can have these rocks if you want them."