Fall asleep and forget the world for a while...

he’s died for her. lemuria has died for her. of course it has. she’s precious, she’s his beloved bride, she’s worth all of it. she smiles at him. it hurts. she has no idea how important she is. he holds her close and she soothes this heart of his, the same heart that she carved out of his his chest once before. it’s okay. he’s forgiven her. he’s forgiven her and she doesn’t remember. she doesn’t remember. the skeleton in that collector’s fountain tank, propped up like a pretty decoration. she tried to save that man. helped him. came to the studio to investigate it as though the collector didn’t deserve it. but it doesn’t matter. she has no idea, she looks at him with her chin jutted rolling her eyes at everything he says like he’s not her friend, like he’s not her employer, like he’snotthegodofthefuckingsea. they visit beautiful cities, filled with lush trees and flowers and algie used to love flowers. lemuria was just as beautiful as this city if not more before she, he, led it to its downfall. it’s such a romantic story they tell, how the lemurian trusted the sailor and let the kingdom be pilfered and torn apart, they tell the story as though it’s a charming fairytale and not his disturbing, bloody history. he was alive then, watching the light flicker out as he struggled to breathe, as the humans came in and took everything from them. she’s so soft, holds him so close, but not close enough for the nightmares to stop. he chose her. she doesn’t remember. doesn’t remember how he spared her more than once. how he chose her again and again and again and his people paid the price. how she could’ve been dead, just another body taken by the sea had he not appeared. had she not been so arrogant. the storm had every right to her life. and that night during the storm who gave her the nerve to fucking kiss him. he was the sea god. she was a lowly fucking human, claiming what wasn’t hers like humans always did. she wasn’t his lover. she wasn’t his heart. she was his follower. she was his sacrifice. she was nothing but a vessel for lemuria’s greatness and he should’ve killed her when he had the chance, should’ve plunged his hand in and taken that weak, unassuming heart and ripped it out of her corpse.

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