#gitm ruin

Slipping up onto the beach, you laid the land person gently on the sand. He was making noise, something whirring inside him and hands twitching as he dreamed.

He was so beautiful, blue and white, yellow and cream, red and gold, so colorful and strange compared to the other mers you knew. His fingers were long, and the bright clothes he wore went so well with his soft but odd textured skin. He had tiny bells on his shoes, and they jingled softly when his legs moved, and more bells on his wrists. Hard protrusions on his head reminded you of human depictions of the sun, and a soft hat sat between the ‘rays’ with white fluff slowly drying along the edge of it.

The moment you’d seen him dancing on the human vessel last night, you’d been head over fins in love, and to think you’d been able to save him when the storm set his ship alight…

Hesitant but unable to resist, you stroked the cheek of his round face, his permanent smile looking soft in his sleep. Longing and warmth filled your chest, curling your body against his on the sand. The sounds of his body doing whatever it was doing, the whirs and rumbles and hisses, were new and interesting, but rhythmic. He was so warm, and cuddling against his side left you almost asleep with comfort.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you murmured, “I’d give my fins just to know more about you, my shining star. I’d move the sea to be closer to you.”

You stayed there for a long time, and only when you heard the approaching steps of other land creatures did you scurry back to the surf and hide. Sheltering behind a rock, you listened as the humans and other creatures like your star gathered in concern. Your star was looking right at your spot. You realize he may have woken up at some point while you were lying there together.

“Ruin?! Are you alright?” a human? Maybe? With rays like your star was fussing over him, brushing off sand, looking at his arms, clearly, panicked. Ruin? What a sad name for your beautiful star. Even so, you felt that name go deep into your heart and stick there.

He gave the pink haired, rayed human a pat, “It’s alright, friend Sunspot. I’m unharmed. I was rescued.”

“By who?” said one who looked more like your Ruin, but slightly different in the face, taller. He had the most striking wisteria eyes that felt strangely cold. Your sweetheart had mismatched eyes, one red, one white, and he only glanced at the others when he spoke to them before looking back toward your rock.

“An angel, I think. Or perhaps a sea fairy. They were so beautiful...I remember their voice.”

Deep in your chest, it felt like some sort of cavern had opened and was filling you with excitement and warmth. Your Ruin had heard your voice. He found you beautiful, and thought you were an angel. Oh how you wished you could swim into his arms right now but...the others….