** Caked by the ocean

   layla is not aware of the song her voice softly sings, dancing through the night barely a whisper. the full moon sparkled off the pool water perfectly, the glow setting a calming ambience around her, candles also contributing to the distraction of her from realizing the siren song that left her lips. she was prohibited to her pool in her backyard the full moon temporarily getting rid of her legs but it is way better than being confined to a bathtub. in her foster home, she had to suffer countless hours crammed into the small space, mermaid tail not even able to be covered in water. now layla had all this room to swim freely but she found herself extremely lonely. it’s what she considers to be the worst part of the full moon, the loneliness that consumes her driving the need to touch anyone or anything. she usual can control her needs and consider them just wants but the full moon seemingly makes everything opposite for her. layla floats on her back imagining the ripples of the water as hands dancing over her body, the sound of her garden gate squeaking snapping her out of the trance

when layla is completely dry, her tail transforms into human legs. just a one drop can change her into her mer-form. ten seconds after touching water, she will revert back to her true mermaid tail. all clothing, including tops, accessories, and watches are absorbed by the merperson and vanish during her transformation. mermaids who were born in the sea are born with all powers, the regular and the weather ones.  after the passing of her parents, layla spent time improving and mastering certain powers. she is still learning and focuses daily on improvement; however she rarely uses her powers, they are only used when needed.

“I’ll bet,” he teases, a hand tapping away on the table in front of him. He could very well have said something else, but Apollo craves the need to use pick up lines that normally wouldn’t work with other people. Not only does he love the attention, but he also likes knowing that he can pretty much say anything and people will lock eyes with him.

“It’s not about it working or not,” he admits. “Just saying it already got your attention, I dunno how much easier that could get.” Brows raise at her, a chuckle following. “I bet if i said some normal ass boring shit, you’d just turn right back around.”

❝ the last time was freshman year when michael dooley attempted it. he went home earlier that day, embarrassed by crying at my rejection. ❞ the rejection was considered to be cruel to some, but she had no care for the ego was bruising at the time, and it gave sight to what she wanted. layla enjoyed seeking people and luring them in with her essence. but those people that the siren tended to want were not the type of people that used pickup lines. she preferred someone bolder. 

             wave     of     interest,     knowing     that     other     was     going     to     prove     what     she     had     put     forth.     soon,     arms     move     to     cross     atop     his     chest     as     he     looked     from     her,     not     breaking     contact     even     as     she     took     a     cherry.     and     did     her     trick.     ❝     i     am     amazed,     not     much,     but     consider     it     there.     ❞     however,     her     next     words     do     pull     a     laugh     from     him,     a     victory     considering     the     spark     in     his     eyes.     ❝     you     certainly     got     me     there,     i     was     just     ecstatic     at     the     prospect     of     something     being     good     enough     that     i     could     finally     write     home     about     it     in     this     town.     ❞     all     teasing,     dark     hues     traveling     over     her     frame     then,     before     gabriel     turned     away     to     pick     up     a     cherry,     eating     it     off     the     stem.     and     holding     stem     out     between     them.     ❝     but     who     is     to     tell,     the     night     is     so     young.     ——–     and     i     bet     i     can     beat     your     time.     ❞  

               ❝  this message will be loud & clear.  they’ll know not to fuck with you. ❞   excitement in her tone,  though thinly veiled.  murder,  torture,  pain,  these things are familiar & beloved by her;  any demon would be delighted at the idea.  she is no exception to this,  though her shell is very human,  the risk is something she is willing to take.   

                 “ I’m sorry to hear that you don’t have her any longer. ”       The thought of her mother leaving this world for the next and leaving her brought tears to Nyx’s eyes, head turning to look back at the water to hide it. After the moment passed she looked back to her company.         “ I…washed up here not too long ago. Not that I don’t appreciate this town and the help I’ve received, but I’d give anything to be able to go home. ”

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Apollo was looking at the other, head resting on one of his hands. They’d walked by him a number of times as he was sipping his milkshake, probably due to things that had nothing to do with him, but it wasn’t like that part mattered. 

“Are you a parking ticket?” he finally called out to them. “’Cause you got fine written all over you.” it was cheesy and really fufcking bad, sure, but sometimes that worked for him.

              layla was finally off her shift. covering for a coworker whose excuse she didn’t care to remember, the busy afternoon rush left her craving sweet release. after all, friday’s were typically her day off but at least the night was still young. apron happily discarded and she was on her way to hopefully being the one that gets served. 

@layla-ace​​ Continued from here. 

“That’s kind of you to say, actually that might be the nicest thing anyone around here has ever said to me. Especially considering, we don’t know each other very well.” Tyler didn’t agree with what she was saying, but she didn’t want to spend too much more time talking about herself. She had initially brought it up because it was slowly eating away at her how out of place she felt in the town where she was born and raised. It was a struggle for her, always feeling like she was a bit of an outcast. Sometimes she wondered if her parents had opted to send her to the human high school, perhaps things could have been different. 

“I suppose your right, about wasted energy. Sometimes it’s hard, to know what sort of things you should put your energy into. Before you know it you’ve gone and put it into the wrong thing, and then you’re left tired and understanding where you went wrong. But at that point, the energy is already gone and you’re just a little bit more defeated.”

            ❝ yeah ?? well i’m in a good mood. and the majority of the people in this town suck. ❞ waitressing for three years has given the mermaid the benefit of experiencing the different types of people that lived in town. some were kind, tipping her well, others couldn't; even bother to leave her anything but their half-eaten food. yet it made her money and was a secure place to charm others, something she could take advantage of once away from nicks. and away from her job, she was a completely different person. layla didn’t have to count on her smile and kind persona to make a living, she could be whoever she wanted. but this morning brought sunshine early, enabling layla for a swim causing the attitude to subside.