ā iām all out of breath . ā
of monstersĀ &Ā menĀ .Ā / /Ā starters
Much lore existed on the relationships between magical creatures, but of these two breeds in particular, the atlases were nigh on blank. The mingling of sky and sea occurred every few centuriesāscarce in the timeline of the universe, precious as pink pearlsāwhen opportunity, or fate, or God, brought beings like these together, who either had some shared quality of the soul, or who were so entirely alike it was as if a single, beating heart was split between them both, and one could not breathe without the other. Adella wondered what category their story had fallen under almost every day.Ā
ā YOUāRE WEAKER than I thought! And believeeee me, I thought you were pre-tty weak to begin with. āĀ
Their meetings were few and far in between, but in evenings like theseāwhere the riverās glassy roof was washed in moonlight silver, where water lilies danced along the current like theater ballerinas, and the stirring of wind through the reeds sounded more like an ancient songāthe raven-haired princess felt like all that time lost was made up for in only a few minutes.Ā
A mermaidās kiss could leave you breathless and able to breathe underwater all at once for hoursāso, why had the magic lasted exactly FOURĀ minutes for Cristina? Adella had the merest inkling, and it made her hum musically. ā You know what? I donāt think Iāll kiss you again. Iāll just let you drown and that will be that. The drowning of Cristina. The absolute end of our love story. āĀ