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Ein LiedThe sound of singing roused Frank from sleep. It was unusual enough what with how late in the night it was, but what drew him in was the way the man was singing.
"Er traf ein Mädchen, das war blind"
What a sad voice, Frank thought to himself as he slipped from the rock he had been lounging on and into the water. The baritone voice was moving closer and the merman wanted to hear more. It had been forever ago since Frank had heard such a gorgeous voice.
The reason for Frank's strong desire and curiosity to listen was that humans no longer came to croon to the ocean, they came only to serenade each other with words of love; and that was once upon a time. It made Frank mourn for the days of old, for the trading ships that used to crowd his home. The babble of human language that had slowly turned into coherent words had fascinated him. The fashions that came and went had also always been up for speculation.
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise
The fishermen had been a particular f
The MasqueradeGerard giggled, an adorable feminine sound, when he saw the costume Frank was going to be wearing to the masquerade.
"How did you get past Mother War in that?" He asked in a whisper of amazement as he took in his friend's costume. The dress was a light moss green and off the shoulder. Filigree went from one shoulder to the other, it was a good thing Frank didn't have breasts, otherwise he might have been confused for a whore.
The brunette rolled his eyes as he did a twirl for Gerard. "Mother War made the dress."
"Not at all, who else do you know who can sew like Mother War can?"
Gerard pouted his lips as he looked at the dress before he shook his head. "I can't believe she's letting you go in drag, you'll be ruined." Frank rolled his eyes again and flapped his hand dismissively at his friend.
"I am the King's fool, it is expected that I do such things."
The ebony haired man wore a doubtful expression but complimented "Well, you make a very lovely lady regardless. Green
NurseDero swallowed down his nausea and pressed the right side of his face against the glass of the shower door. He'd already thrown up twice and was desperately hoping that that would be the end of it. It didn't matter that he was a grown man; it terrified him when he couldn't breathe, feeling as if he would suffocate on his own watery vomit.
The bout of puking had caught him at around four fifteen in the morning, leaving him with a stomachful of nothing but the water he drank to keep hydrated. Speaking of which, Dero felt behind his back and grabbed one of the two water bottles that he'd snatched from the nightstand. He took a long drink and sighed in relief only to hunch over the toilet again, gagging as his body rejected the water. He wiped away the tears that had prickled at the edges of his eyes, and proceeded to crawl to bed - well, attempted to do so at least. The vertigo had the room rolling and pitching beneath him, ending up with him falling onto his right side, face pressed into
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