- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08
Against the sway and the slap, in the space between waves, a sibilant layer plays to the attuned ear. It is pure and luring, disarming. It charms him. He craves a fan of silken hair, satined skin, a jewelled tail, and slides through the film. He glides above coral and powdered sand on his dazzling trail, chasing flickers of dreamlight. But all magical lands have allure which is illusion.His ankle is clasped. Shackled by barnacled fingertips, he is jerked and wrenched, hauled into the sunless trench, dragged down, down, down, trawled through fettering fronds, binding, winding, wrapping, slicing, shredding, snapping, as she tows her catch to her lair. Dark weight swallows the air.
HypnosisHis wake splits shoals. Outstretched hands rake water, grasp, grab, snatch, clutch. Spent, they drift to his sides. The cold burrows like maggots.
Her hair has escaped her braids; it is as frayed as ships’ ropes, as alive as squirms of eels, writhing and coiling in a veil at her face and in a halo of knots. A sea snake escapes from her dark protrusible mouth and her jaws gape, lined with turritella shells. Her skin is as cold and grey as clay, algae cupping her bony juts strumming her striped ribs, filling her hollows.
Her tarnished scales lift like scabs and seep green clouds as she strangles him with seaweed, wringing out his silent screams. She anchors him to the shipwreck for later.