horizon over water

The Sea Maidens

The idea for this came to me while I was on vacation in Florida. I was sitting on the beach as the sun set over the horizon, the water flowing in and out around me as I sat just close enough to feel the tide but not far enough out that I was at risk of a shark encounter (some fishermen down the beach had told us they were catching them on the surface of the water). I hope you all enjoy it, I think it’s the first original short story I’ve posted to this blog.


Once, long ago, before fire was taken from the gods and given to man, there lived a woman named Joreið. She and her village resided by the sea, thriving on the fish and the mild temperatures. Every day, the young women would venture down to the waves with baskets to collect tiny shelled creatures. The men would ride in their boats with their nets and their hooks to bring in fish of all sizes.

The young woman and her closest friend, Vár, shared a house at the edge of the beach. It was closer to the ocean than any of the other houses of the village, for the two friends were looked down upon by the others. They were women that had been born into the bodies of men, and the other villagers, being afraid of all that is “abnormal” (as many people still are), had all but shut them out. Children were kept from speaking to them, and grown men and women averted their gazes and muttered insults under their breath.

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Jughead is aware of a maelstrom of words, of all the recent thoughts that have taken up residence in his head and demand a voice. Words are his tools, his art, his masterpieces, but oh how they scatter in the wind at the sight of her.

There’s a sky in her eyes, the vast horizon over an endless ocean, waters chopped with doubt. She’s not crazy, he’d meant what he said. But where he’s certain of her, each passing minute in her presence threatens to unravel him.

Betty Cooper is a storm disguised as a gentle breeze. Between her parents and her pregnant sister, with Jason’s shadow looming over them, they have the weight of the world on their shoulders. The pressure should be enough to break her, but Jughead sees the way she steels her spine and squares her shoulders.

No, he’s the crazy one.

Some might call him his father’s son, but the catalyst for his madness is standing in front of him, holding him fast with her siren song. She’s got enough on her plate, and a broken heart besides.

She wants Archie, not you, idiot. And yet if that were true, wouldn’t it be his best friend standing here in his place? Shouldn’t it be Archie Andrews who walked into the unknown with her to find her sister, who she lets into her bedroom window?

But it’s not. It’s him, Jughead, that she’s looking at with those wide, wide eyes, trusting him with her thoughts and her safety and her smiles. It’s him she looks at with something like hope, when everyone else has let her down.

He’s crazy for wanting to kiss her. She’s complicated and so is he; this whole damn town’s a madhouse with no way out. He’s from the South Side and she’s the Girl Next Door, perfect and on a pedestal. But he’s gotten too close, he can see the faults and faultlines in her, and the reality of who she is is far more beautiful than the illusion of who he thought she was.

Her lips form a word that he doesn’t remember how to read, and in that split second his mind runs away with his decision before he can chase after it. The only sound in the silence is the deafening thunder of his heart as he rocks forward to meet her mouth with his. The blood sings in his veins, its tempo an electric current that shocks him back to life from the stupor he didn’t know he’d been in.

And in her eyes, when at last he dares to open his, shines a spark of wonder–and the brief flash of something more.


@namiiswan will this do for now

The Cute Guy At The BP - Parker Cannon

I sighed as I slapped my hand against the steering wheel. Traffic was horrible on the way back to San Diego. Never has traffic been this bad. All I wanted to do was go to the gas station, but I couldn’t because all of the cars in my way.
I was finally able to get into the BP and as I filled up my car, I heard a song playing loudly in the car in front of me. I looked up and saw a really cute guy get out of the car and leave the door open, and that let me hear the song better. Just after I finished gassing up my car, I saw the cute guy eyeing me. Then, I walked to him, “Who sings that song?” I asked him, smiling.
He hesitated an answer, “A pop punk band,” he said quickly, before grabbing something out of his car. Then, he handed me a CD case. ‘The Story So Far’ it read on the case, and I flipped it over to read the songs. “Nice. I really like the way they sound.” I said, smiling as I handed it back to him. He smiled back. “Actually, it’s uh, it’s my band. I sing.” He told me nervously as he finished filling up his car.
“Oh, really? That’s so cool.” I said, grinning, “You have a great voice.” I told him, giggling. He looked at me, smiling with a soft blush on his cheeks.
“I’m Parker. And, your name?” He asked, holding out his hand.
I quickly took his hand and as we shook hands briefly, I told him. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Wow. You have such a beautiful name. It definitely suits your pretty face.” He told me, grinning, and slipping me a quick wink. I couldn’t stop myself from blushing as I said a quick thank you. I never expected to get flirted on by a cute guy at a gas station.
I watched him bite his bottom lip before he spoke, “Do you think I could get your number? Maybe I can take you out tonight after our show..?” He asked me, and I couldn’t stop the grin that came to my face.
“Yeah.” I said, before biting my lip, “Yeah, that’d be nice.” I continued, smiling. He handed me his phone and I quickly put my name and number in his contacts before giving him his phone back. He looked up at me with a beautiful smile on his face as he slipped his phone in his pocket. “I’ll call you later.” He told me, and I could still hear the timidness and nervousness in his voice, but he mainly sounded happy. I quickly nodded, “Yeah.” I said to him, smiling, before turning around and walking back to my car. Just after opening the door to my car, I looked back at him to see him still smiling at me with his hands in his pockets. I gave him a warm smile before getting in my car, backing out, and leaving the gas station.

2 hours later as I was getting ready, I received a call from Parker.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey, (Y/N),” he said and I could hear him smiling, “We’re on in like, 15 minutes, so I’ll call in an hour and a half, okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, that’s just fine.” I told him, smiling also. I was still having trouble finding the right outfit, even though I had no idea where he was taking me.
“Alright. I’ll talk to you later.” He said shyly.
“Ok, bye.” I said, giggling. Then, he hung up. I put my phone down and smiled. Now, to my closet…

An hour and a half later, I finally decided on a Drop Dead crop top, my favorite thin black cardigan, acid wash high-waisted shorts, and black high-top Vans. I’d curled my hair perfectly wavy, and I admired it in the bathroom mirror. Just as I was touching up my transparent lip gloss over my light pink lip stain, my phone started to ring. I dropped my lip gloss and grabbed my phone, quickly answering the call from Parker.
“Hello?” I asked, smiling.
“Hey, I have to help the guys put everything back in our van and I’m gonna clean up a bit and change, all that shit.” He told me, chuckling a little. He just sounded like he was blushing when he said it.
I giggled, “Alright, that’s okay.”
“I don’t want to tell you where I’m gonna take you, because it’s going to be a bit of a surprise. But, I should be on my way to your place in, possibly, 30 minutes.”
“Okay, I don’t think my apartment is far from the venue you just played,” I said, then told him the apartments I live in, “number 221.” I told him.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He told me, and I could tell he was smiling when he said it.
I smiled back, “Yeah, see you later.” I hung up the phone, and went back to putting on lip gloss.

An hour later and I was wondering if he was going to show. Sighing, I sat on the couch in my living room, just waiting to hear a knock on the door. As I hung my pocketbook chain over my shoulder, there was a knock at my front door. I got up quicker than I expected I would and nearly jogged to the door. I wasn’t sure why I was so excited to see him.
I didn’t even look before I opened the door, and when I did, a wide grin came to my face. There he stood, a backwards ball cap on, a nice t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, skinny jeans, and black Vans, and a red rose in his hand. He smiled at me and as I stepped outside, he handed me the rose. “Awh, thank you.” I said, smiling. I think I saw him blush before I locked my front door. He shook his head, smiling back at me. “Are you ready?” He asked me, holding out his arm. I giggled, nodding my head, then taking his arm. Together, we walked to his car.

On the way to wherever he was taking me, I found that he has a great sense of humor. He definitely knew how to make me laugh. I watched as he parked at In N Out, then looked at me with nervous eyes. “I hope this is okay.” He said hopefully. I smiled, “It’s great, Parker.” He smiled at me, then we got out of his car. Once I walked around the front of his car, he was waiting for me with his hand out. I giggled, softly taking his hand and walking with him to the restaurant.
As we sat at the table, pondering over what to order, I giggled. He looked up at me, a confused, concerned, and super cute look on his face. “I’ve actually never been taken on a date to In N Out. I’ve been here a couple of times with some friends, but never a date.” I told him, smiling. He blushed, looking embarrassed and looking back down. “No, no, no!, don’t be embarrassed!” I blurted out. He looked back up at me, “It’s okay. Don’t worry, I really like this place. I think it’s really cool, that you brought me here.” I told him, grinning at him. He smiled back, “I was definitely worried about you, like, not liking it and ditching me..” He said, the tone in his voice falling to a much sadder tone. I pouted, “I would never do that. Especially to a cute guy like you,” I told him, reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. I softly kissed his hand and when I pulled back, I saw the soft lip gloss and lip stain mark it left on his hand. He chuckled, blushing once again. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling as I let go of his hand and he closed his menu. I looked back down at my own and quickly decided before closing it and laying it down near the edge of the table. As we began to talk and get to know each other, I watched and saw that he never wiped off my lip stain from his hand.

After eating, he even got me an ice cream sundae for dessert, even though I insisted that he didn’t have to do that. He then paid for our meal and we walked back out together, hand-in-hand. Instead of going back to his car, he lead me down the sidewalk. The sun was starting to set and I knew the beach was close. Slowly, we swung our hands back and forth as we walked, and I giggled. It reminded me of when I was a teenager, even though I’m not that far from it now. Parker looked over at me, smiling. I looked into his beautiful starry eyes. My eyes fell to his plump lips, and wow, they looked so soft. Before he caught me looking at his lips, I glanced back up to his eyes, before looking back to where we were walking. “Where are you taking me?” I asked him, smiling.
“We’re gonna go to the beach,” he said just as we got out to the boardwalk. A grin came to my face. I’ve never been to the beach on a first date. Instead of going onto the boardwalk, Parker took me down to the white powdery sand near where the waves were washing up on the shore. This part of the beach was nearly stranded and I didn’t understand why, because it was so beautiful. Suddenly, Parker dropped down and sat on the sand without warning me, and I fell with him. Laughing, I picked myself up a bit and sat with my bum on the back of my feet and my knees in the sand. As I stared out at the sea, Parker’s hand let go of mine and quickly placed on my hip, wrapping his arm around my waist.
We mainly sat in silence, but made occasional small talk when I’d giggle or he’d laugh. When the sun started to set, making the horizon over the water the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen, Parker gently pulled me onto his lap. It was a little shocking for a first date for me, but I just passed it off because of how badly I’ve already fallen for Parker. Instead of looking at the sunset, I turned to him, and my eyes immediately met his. I knew the look in his eyes and took it upon myself to wrap my arms loosely around his neck. As he leant closer, I leant also, my eyes falling from his to his lips. He kept glancing from my eyes to my lips and back, and I knew that this would be our first kiss. I felt my heart racing faster in my chest, the adrenaline growing inside of me.
We took it so slowly. His hands softly grabbed my hips as I placed my hands on the back of his neck, no words being spoken as we still leant closer. But, once our noses brushed against each other, that’s when I watched his eyes close. Just as I fluttered my eyes closed, Parker leant and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me so slowly and gently, and with his incredibly soft lips, I felt myself falling more into him.
He pulled back slowly after a few seconds and we stared into each other’s eyes. I could see the look in his eyes and knew exactly what it meant. Easily, we fell back into a kiss, kissing each other with so much more passion.
After kissing for a while, I finally pulled back and smiled at Parker. Our faces were still close and he pouted before trying to kiss me again, but I giggled and pulled back fully. I stared at him, admiring his beautiful eyes. He sighed, but smiled at me. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me in such a gentle tone. I could see the worry in his eyes, the worry of getting rejected. But, I couldn’t do that to him, not after that. “Yes.”

A/N: This is like, real cute and kind of like, really fast, but I hope you guys like it! To whoever requested it: thanks love! :)

Reunion

“Come on!” Tony pleaded, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him.
“Tonyyyy…” She gritted through her teeth, bare feet hitting the wet sand.
“I do not want to get this dress all wet,” she complained.
“Did Ziva David just sound like a girl?” He smirked, teasing her when he received a glare.
“I like this dress, Tony” she reasoned.
“So do I,” his body pressed up against hers.
Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his emerald eyes “it is good to be back…”
“Christ, I was going to lose my fucking mind if you stayed one more minute in Israel” Tonys eyes grew closer to hers as he brought his forehead to rest on hers.
“How many other women did you bring to this little hide away on the beach while I was gone?” she questioned and saw the defeat in his eyes.
With a discontented sigh, Tony spoke “None. I swear to god, Zi…ask anyone, you were the only person on my mind for a year. I just couldn’t function or move on…” His pupils watched as hers soundly became cloudy.
Knowing something was up and the unusualness in her demeanor, he stepped back, unhooking his arms from around her waist “why….did you..did you see someone?” He coughed the words out, not wanting to believe this was how things were going tonight. For the past year, he’d spent every night dreaming about what he was going to do with his ninja when she set foot back in the country.
“Tony, I…” She paused, crossing her arms and rubbing them as she caught a cold chill “I had a date…”
Every feature on his face fell and Tony looked up at the sky, the sunlight hitting the horizon over the water.
“Tony,” Ziva sternly stated, “Tony, look at me… Do not shut me out now,”
He gave out a deep side before glaring at her. The look made her heart grow cold and tears fill in her eyes, “I went to dinner with an extremely nice man. He was cracking jokes and being very charming, but” she watched Tony look away “but he suggested we go back to place and watch a movie…” She watched him step back away from her, still looking away.
“Tony, I left before our dinner even arrived to the table”
Tony moved to face her again, she could see all the emotions going on in his mind “why…why’d ya leave?”
She moved closer to him, bringing her palm up to caress the side of his face and noticed how he leaned into her touch “Because, Anthony Dinozzo Jr…” she smiled “in that moment, I realized that I felt like I was cheating on you. No, we were not together, but the idea of dinner and a movie with a man who isn’t you, really made me realize that the only man I want to do that with is you..” Her thumb moved around his jaw “and the only man who can make me truly laugh… is you”
He chuckled, kissing her hand “Ziva David, are you admitting that I can make you laugh better than he could?”
A smile crept on her face knowing he understood and she giggled “He was funny, yes? But, he was not you.” She smiled up at him, her eyes giving him all the answers he needed to know.
Before she could react, Tony leaned down and connected their lips together. It was soft at first, neither of them barely moving. Quite different from the kiss they shared on the tarmac in Israel that was filled passion and need. Now however, was filled with love and new beginnings as they started to move against each other’s mouths. Tony stroked her bottom lip with his tongue, her mouth letting him in and groaning at the contact.
Moments later, the kiss heated up and Ziva pulled away. Her forehead rested against his, both trying to regain their breath.
“It’s been too long since we last did that,” He nipped at the bare skin on her neck.
“I have been waiting for you to kiss me again,” Ziva giggled, moving her head to allow him better access as he sucked at her pulse point.
Tony lifted his head and grinned at her. His eyes telling her all she needed to know.
“I am glad you waited for me,” she grabbed his hand and interlocked their fingers as they started walking back towards the beach house.
“I’d wait forever, sweet cheeks” he squeezed her palm.
“Good to know you were not just selling out because of this dress,” she teased.
“It does looks beautiful on you, but…. I wonder how it would look off you” Tony smirked, raising his eye brows suggestively at her.
Just then, Ziva broke free from his hand and started running in the sand ahead of him. “Catch me if you can Dinozzo,” she smirked.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” he started to chase after her.
“Is the hair on your butt slowing you down, mon petit pois?” Ziva giggled, run faster towards the beach house.
Feeling his lungs needed to recuperate, Tony slowed down and watched as the love of his life kept giggling like a little girl as she ran into the beach house.
Damn, this was a beautiful life.