#drownxd

[ the mainland was hardly worth visiting any more.   in the dark of night, there seemed to be little point   in walking through damp, silent streets. but the   iron islands was still a beautiful place to see from   a distance.

  as long as she's been alive, and quite long after she   had died, Myrtle loved ironman's bay. it was a   second home to her, and it seemed painfully ironic that   her death had been by drowning. 

  now she sat on the shore in a dress that would not dry.   her hair was plastered to her face and her skin --gods,   her skin-- was puffy and bloated like human flotsam.

  that thought never failed to bring a wry smile to her   mouth. Myrtle was flotsam now. she walked and she   walked but she was still only the remains of the   wrath of the tide. 

  things were quiet on her rocky beach when she heard a   noise behind her. turning her head, she peered out from   under dark, wet hair at the stranger. ]

' The sea is calm, the sea is gray. '

         " he must've killed a man                    to deserve such               h  a  r  s  h   treatment--

{ snugs you tight and kisses your face. i’m not asking for a starter (you know, unless you really want to send me one), i jsut want you to know you’re loved & supported tons. }