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[#248] High Noon (Original)
Theme Prompt: 248 - Mermaid
Title: High Noon
Fandom: Original Work
Rating/Warnings: General
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 955
Summary: Xenia told Lionel to come back to the water before the low tide came. Now it's his own fault he's flopping around on the sand like a fish because his noodle arms can't carry the weight of his huge tail.
“It’s high noon!”
Xenia was kinda sorry she was one of the few people in her family who couldn’t close her ears on command. It wasn’t that Lionel’s voice was loud or grating exactly, but Xenia had been quite happily soaking up the sun as she let herself gently float over the waves. And among the usual noises of the world around her, Lionel’s shout was unexpected and jarring. She turned to see that he was far enough away that his shout was expected, so she couldn’t scold him for that. She briefly considered whether she wished to swim up shore to answer him without shouting herself, but the simple motion of turning was pulling her out of her comfortable languor, so she didn’t bother. Plus, she had better familiarity with the elements.
“It’s called high tides, not high noon,” she said, nudging the wind into carrying her voice so that she wouldn’t have to shout.
She knew it was unkind of her to feel so superior to Lionel simply because she had better mastery over her element than he did (and over a lot of other things too, to be honest), but she needed that win. She’d had so many woes lately, and nothing seemed to be going her way, so that one tiny victory felt disproportionately good. Besides, she thought as she watched Lionel turn her way, it wasn’t so unkind if she didn’t tell him about it, right?
From afar, she saw Lionel stick his tongue out at her and all thoughts of regret for her unkind thoughts vanished. “Bitch,” she muttered, not letting the wind carry her voice this time. She leaned back into the water, letting it carry her weight without needing to move her fins to keep her upright. She wanted to leave him there, but the movement of the waves heralded low tides very soon. She’d promised she’d keep an eye on Lionel, so she owed it to his family and herself to at least try.
“The tides are coming,” she called out. She saw the sound of her voice reach Lionel, when he pointedly turned away from her and pressed his hands against his ears. He was probably cutting off his hearing, the idiot. “Don’t come to me when you’re stuck on the beach because you’re too far away!” She shouted this time. No wind to carry her voice just so she could have the satisfaction of her vocal cords straining due to the loud volume.
With a loud huff, she dove into the water, planning to wait out the turbulent currents closer to the bottom of the ocean floor. She lost herself a little in there, looking for small shells and observing the small larvae populating the bottom of the ocean floor. It was only a stronger current than usual that pulled her out of her thoughts and prompted her to resurface.
When she did, she didn’t bother trying to hold onto her laughter. Lionel hadn’t listened to her of course, dumb fish as he seemed determined to be. No, instead, Xenia had the pleasure of seeing Lionel stuck on the beach as she had warned him, glaring at her with enough force that she could feel it from the distance.
He didn’t move for a while, then pressed his hand into the sand eventually, only to recoil with a disgusted expression and shake his hand to dislodge the wet sticky sand. It was so funny to see him be so squeamish with sand, considering that he regularly tangled himself in algae and dove into underwater vegetation without much care. Lionel was too focused to see her laughing, so Xenia didn’t bother restraining her joy as she watched him start pushing himself down the beach with his arms.
It was a dumb tragic sight, to be honest. Lionel’s strong tail that was such an asset for propulsing himself in the water was now obviously weighing him down, and his arms were barely helping him stagger forward. He’d started pushing himself with his hands, but was currently using his forearms for support instead, twisting his waist from side to side while keeping his chest up to avoid getting coarse sand in sensitive places.
He looked like a lost flopping seal, and Xenia just had to let him know.
“You look like a lost flopping seal!” she shouted out loud. Her eyes roved the beach to see if there were any seals to illustrate her example, but alas life wasn’t helping her that way. She would have to keep her comparison mental instead of having an actual image to illustrate it unfortunately.
Lionel glared at her, and Xenia thought she could actually see steam coming out of his ears so she perked up. Could irritation be the way for Lionel to gain better control of his elements? She’d have to try that again some other time.
“Don’t. Call me. A lost flopping seal!”
With that shout, Lionel gave up on using his hands and threw himself sideways at the ground. Heedless about the sand now, the momentum kept him going as he rolled down the sandy beach to better reach the water. His shout of rage continued the whole way through, and honestly? Xenia found it far too hilarious to be intimidated.
“Now you look like a dumb flopping fish!” she shouted out, letting the wind carry her voice louder. She felt it reach Lionel right as his body hit the water, and she hurriedly turned tail to get a head start. Lionel might look like a dumb flopping fish when out of the water, but he was one of the strongest swimmers she knew and she’d now thoroughly enraged him. She needed every advantage she could get.
Title: High Noon
Fandom: Original Work
Rating/Warnings: General
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 955
Summary: Xenia told Lionel to come back to the water before the low tide came. Now it's his own fault he's flopping around on the sand like a fish because his noodle arms can't carry the weight of his huge tail.
“It’s high noon!”
Xenia was kinda sorry she was one of the few people in her family who couldn’t close her ears on command. It wasn’t that Lionel’s voice was loud or grating exactly, but Xenia had been quite happily soaking up the sun as she let herself gently float over the waves. And among the usual noises of the world around her, Lionel’s shout was unexpected and jarring. She turned to see that he was far enough away that his shout was expected, so she couldn’t scold him for that. She briefly considered whether she wished to swim up shore to answer him without shouting herself, but the simple motion of turning was pulling her out of her comfortable languor, so she didn’t bother. Plus, she had better familiarity with the elements.
“It’s called high tides, not high noon,” she said, nudging the wind into carrying her voice so that she wouldn’t have to shout.
She knew it was unkind of her to feel so superior to Lionel simply because she had better mastery over her element than he did (and over a lot of other things too, to be honest), but she needed that win. She’d had so many woes lately, and nothing seemed to be going her way, so that one tiny victory felt disproportionately good. Besides, she thought as she watched Lionel turn her way, it wasn’t so unkind if she didn’t tell him about it, right?
From afar, she saw Lionel stick his tongue out at her and all thoughts of regret for her unkind thoughts vanished. “Bitch,” she muttered, not letting the wind carry her voice this time. She leaned back into the water, letting it carry her weight without needing to move her fins to keep her upright. She wanted to leave him there, but the movement of the waves heralded low tides very soon. She’d promised she’d keep an eye on Lionel, so she owed it to his family and herself to at least try.
“The tides are coming,” she called out. She saw the sound of her voice reach Lionel, when he pointedly turned away from her and pressed his hands against his ears. He was probably cutting off his hearing, the idiot. “Don’t come to me when you’re stuck on the beach because you’re too far away!” She shouted this time. No wind to carry her voice just so she could have the satisfaction of her vocal cords straining due to the loud volume.
With a loud huff, she dove into the water, planning to wait out the turbulent currents closer to the bottom of the ocean floor. She lost herself a little in there, looking for small shells and observing the small larvae populating the bottom of the ocean floor. It was only a stronger current than usual that pulled her out of her thoughts and prompted her to resurface.
When she did, she didn’t bother trying to hold onto her laughter. Lionel hadn’t listened to her of course, dumb fish as he seemed determined to be. No, instead, Xenia had the pleasure of seeing Lionel stuck on the beach as she had warned him, glaring at her with enough force that she could feel it from the distance.
He didn’t move for a while, then pressed his hand into the sand eventually, only to recoil with a disgusted expression and shake his hand to dislodge the wet sticky sand. It was so funny to see him be so squeamish with sand, considering that he regularly tangled himself in algae and dove into underwater vegetation without much care. Lionel was too focused to see her laughing, so Xenia didn’t bother restraining her joy as she watched him start pushing himself down the beach with his arms.
It was a dumb tragic sight, to be honest. Lionel’s strong tail that was such an asset for propulsing himself in the water was now obviously weighing him down, and his arms were barely helping him stagger forward. He’d started pushing himself with his hands, but was currently using his forearms for support instead, twisting his waist from side to side while keeping his chest up to avoid getting coarse sand in sensitive places.
He looked like a lost flopping seal, and Xenia just had to let him know.
“You look like a lost flopping seal!” she shouted out loud. Her eyes roved the beach to see if there were any seals to illustrate her example, but alas life wasn’t helping her that way. She would have to keep her comparison mental instead of having an actual image to illustrate it unfortunately.
Lionel glared at her, and Xenia thought she could actually see steam coming out of his ears so she perked up. Could irritation be the way for Lionel to gain better control of his elements? She’d have to try that again some other time.
“Don’t. Call me. A lost flopping seal!”
With that shout, Lionel gave up on using his hands and threw himself sideways at the ground. Heedless about the sand now, the momentum kept him going as he rolled down the sandy beach to better reach the water. His shout of rage continued the whole way through, and honestly? Xenia found it far too hilarious to be intimidated.
“Now you look like a dumb flopping fish!” she shouted out, letting the wind carry her voice louder. She felt it reach Lionel right as his body hit the water, and she hurriedly turned tail to get a head start. Lionel might look like a dumb flopping fish when out of the water, but he was one of the strongest swimmers she knew and she’d now thoroughly enraged him. She needed every advantage she could get.
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