It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free. No one swims only in the shallow water.
Shared, the pain was double, but only half so crippling. She couldn't bring herself to wish for the strenght to stand alone.
It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn't it? Not the telling of them.
But unlike sirens, selkies don't mean any harm with their songs. They don't sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy of it, and because of that, I imagine their songs are more ...
