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Title: Immortality
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Niamh Manannan
Prompt: 074 - "Dark"
Word Count: 240
Rating: PG
You can’t think about the lights beneath the water too hard. When you do, they start to pull your attention from the sea and the sky to the darkness beneath the water, and eventually, your body will follow where your eyes lead.
And for all your love of the sea, you don’t wish to sink beneath the surface and join the drownéd dead, your memorial not glasses raised in laughing tribute, but glass-enclosed lights gifted to your drifting grave by those who don’t remember you.
You prowl the docks of your fleet and of the families’ alike, bow at others’ laughing warnings, raise a glass to the living and the dead in turn. Dance with a pretty girl, challenge a grinning boy to a drinking contest and win by the skin of your teeth. Get challenged to a duel by the pretty girl’s lover, and choose rhyme and rhythm as your weapons, get the whole of the tavern to clap along to the sound of your laughter. You’re the Captain’s fearless daughter, who stole a lover from the Captain himself when you were sixteen. When you get both the pretty girl and her lover to your bed for the night and half the morning after, you all three are greeted with cheers.
And you come home from the shore, leaving another story, another memory, another little piece of immortality that can’t be touched by mage-lights and the darkness beneath waves.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Niamh Manannan
Prompt: 074 - "Dark"
Word Count: 240
Rating: PG
You can’t think about the lights beneath the water too hard. When you do, they start to pull your attention from the sea and the sky to the darkness beneath the water, and eventually, your body will follow where your eyes lead.
And for all your love of the sea, you don’t wish to sink beneath the surface and join the drownéd dead, your memorial not glasses raised in laughing tribute, but glass-enclosed lights gifted to your drifting grave by those who don’t remember you.
You prowl the docks of your fleet and of the families’ alike, bow at others’ laughing warnings, raise a glass to the living and the dead in turn. Dance with a pretty girl, challenge a grinning boy to a drinking contest and win by the skin of your teeth. Get challenged to a duel by the pretty girl’s lover, and choose rhyme and rhythm as your weapons, get the whole of the tavern to clap along to the sound of your laughter. You’re the Captain’s fearless daughter, who stole a lover from the Captain himself when you were sixteen. When you get both the pretty girl and her lover to your bed for the night and half the morning after, you all three are greeted with cheers.
And you come home from the shore, leaving another story, another memory, another little piece of immortality that can’t be touched by mage-lights and the darkness beneath waves.
