#untoldadventures

◤‧₊˚🦀˚₊‧⁺˖ ARIEL◢         ---  it’s not the first time these words have been spoken to her. each time they arouse a mixture of conflicting emotions within her. the two most prominent being pride && sorrow in equal measure. she was so little when she died her memories of her now are painfully vague. sometimes she wonders if even the few memories she does have are accurate or simply things her mind made up to fill in the blanks left behind in the wake of a tragedy. ❝ father says that a lot, but like it’s a bad thing. ❞ she muses with some humor, smirking a little.

but it fades, her brows furrow and she twirls an auburn loc around her finger. playing with her hair is a habit she tends to do when something is on her mind. ❝ indira? i’m scared that someday i’ll forget her entirely. my memories of her are already so…practically non-existent. i used to think i remembered the sound of her voice, how it sounded when she would sing me to sleep but even that’s begun to fade with time. ❞ she confides in a moment of uncommon vulnerability, if she could shed tears she would do so in this moment. ariel has always tried to be the sunshine of her family, the bringer of joy && laughter.

part of her feels like she doesn’t deserve to grieve their mother like her sisters && father do. she hadn’t known her like they did as long as they did. she’s only starting to realize now that the loss fostered a different type of grief in her —- the sorrow of never being able to grow up with a mother to guide her, to comfort her. the younger mermaid whimpers and loops her arm around indira’s and presses her cheek against the yellow scales on her shoulder.