Without any explanation or warning, he pulled the girl close and laid his icy lips on hers.
But to the merman, this was the furthest thing from a romantic kiss. This was his attempt at learning her language, at understanding the weird clicks and rolls of her articulate tongue, and gaining the ability to communicate back to her his thoughts and questions.
But Myah knew none of this as the sun-kissed boy locked lips with her.
Her eyes flew open like fireworks as her blood boiled under her cheeks. Her insides swelled from the heat, and her pounding heart threatened to burst from her chest. Even though his skin promised that he spent all day in the sun, the feel of his hands and lips could have been replaced with glaciers without her noticing.
He held still, his head crooked to the left, as if he had suddenly become stone. His glacier lips never moved, but instead interlocked against hers like interweaving fingers on the hands of two lovers. Her shoulders relaxed at his gentle push, and her lips melted against his, shutting her eyes as her mind was let adrift to an Atlantic paradise in the merman’s kiss.
Then her body stiffened with a shock at the realization. First off, she hasn't believed in his kind since she was seven. Second, he was a hallucination! A figment of her imagination! The creature sent to fetch her to the underworld. Even if he were somehow real, there was no way she would let this strange being take her lips so effortlessly.
With a hurried flail, she pushed against his shoulder with her one free hand.
The merman did little more than twitch a brow, her puny strength hardly distinguishable from the bump of a drifting jelly. He hadn’t yet absorbed all the words from the lips of this complex language; he just needed a few more moments.
He didn’t budge. Her heart fluttered to her throat as the words rang around her brain. The beating of her heart drummed in her ears, which were as warm as the midday sun. Flustered by his lack of a reaction despite her push, she tried again, harder this time.
His brows knit together and his gentle fingers fastened slightly around hers, but still his frozen lips pressed on.
As the heat rose up to the very tips of her head and steamed out of her ears, she realized that he didn’t plan on letting her go. No matter how much she pushed or punched, despite the muddled cries and hollers between their linked lips, he wouldn’t let go until he was finished.
Myah trembled at the realization that she could be controlled so easily, that she was powerless in his frigid hands. Suddenly, the death of last night lost all of its peacefulness, and gained a shockingly vast amount of terror. And the beautiful merman, whose ocean blue hair and sea foam irises captivated her at first glance, suddenly morphed into a hungry predator who could effortlessly overpower its prey.
She had to escape his grasp with whatever strength she had left, before he could drag her off to the trench he had emerged from and does with her whatever he pleased.
She pitiably tried to yank the hand he had taken hostage from his grasp, but his fingers were like welded steel. With her free hand she began pounding his shoulder, trying to throw her weight into her punches like she’s seen in movies.
The merman pain her no mind, allowing her to strike him all she liked. Her punches were like pebbles against a brick house, although, he was perplex by her brutish behavior. To learn another’s language was common courtesy in the ocean, though he had never taken quite so long before. The language on land had far more intricacies than he initially assumed. In a few more moments, he would have the capacity to ask her why she was being so brutish.
Angrier that her strongest punches didn’t even bruise the voracious mirage, she began screaming through their connected lips, flailing her free arm, digging up her legs from behind her and pushing them on his concrete abs, and pulling her face away from his. But his lips would follow after hers like a starving shark.
Suddenly, his stone body regained movement and he pulled himself from her lips, but not releasing her from his grasp as her momentum sent her flying back into the sand. “Why are you fighting? It is impolite.”
“I-impolite?!” Myah squawked in disbelief as she regained her balance, snapping her hand out of his, silently thankful he decided to let her go. “I-impolite is you…kissing me out of the blue!” She distanced herself from the scaled man, her chest heavy for breath.
But his stare blanked, gazing at her from behind those long, azure eyelashes. “I did not kiss you. Well, I did not mean to kiss you, anyway. Is that what those are called here, a…kiss?”
Myah shivered at the sound of his orotund, temperate voice, but most of all how toneless his speech was. His voice was dead of any emotion. Her shoulders tensed; he could be legitimately psychotic. "W-who are you? Why did you do th-that?"
"I have already informed you.” Again, he gracefully kissed the middle of his forehead with the center finger of his right hand, shutting his eyes slightly. “I am Arynythoveoniq, but I insist you call me Aryn. By learning the words of your lips, I can now communicate with you properly." His reply was composed, and a sense of calm waved off of him in droves. “You resisted quite vigorously, though your strength is meek.”
Myah’s spine chilled at his words. “Was I supposed to sit there and let you have your way with me?” She wiped at her running nose, the collar of her crusty shirt scratching her lightly and filling her nostril with stray grains of sand.
“I just wished to speak to you. This is our way of going about speaking with those who do not share the same tongue as we do.” The merman emphasized, his clear eyes flickering to the ocean waves for a fraction of a second.
“Our?” Myah gave a sarcastic nod before massaging her forehead with her fingers as she muttered. “’We.’ You speak as if there are more of you out there…”
"You…do not recall a thing." Aryn declared randomly, leaning forward toward the beached girl and peeking up at her through his Pacific lashes. He dragged himself a few inches closer to her, his arms easily overcoming the soft sands. “You do not remember me?” His head cocked to the side, his eyes shimmering in the high sun. 779Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnd5murB9P
