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meridian_rose) wrote2011-07-01 12:04 pm
meridian_rose) wrote2011-07-01 12:04 pm
Fic: Hello, Sailor
Title: Hello, Sailor
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 299
Prompt: For the thirty days of fiction meme prompt #1 Write a scene saying “hello”
Summary: Being a beached mermaid is no fun - unless there's something you could gain from it
Notes: While this is intended be readable as a one-shot, it follows on from 'Beached'[lj/dw]; all entries in this universe will be tagged c: nala
Nala tried to wriggle backwards, but the waves pulled away from her as if they were purposefully doing so. Damn. She'd have to wait until the sea came back in, and hope she didn't burn too badly in the sunshine. She could probably move forwards using her elbows but the trees and rocks that would give her shelter were so far away. She lay her head down on the sand, feeling very sorry for herself.
Being a beached mermaid was no fun at all.
A shadow fell across her. "What are you?" asked a man's voice in amazement.
Nala lifted her head wearily to look up at him. He was tall and his clothes were tattered, though his eyes were kind.
"Mermaid," she said shortly. She thumped her tail against the sand a few times in demonstration.
"I think I 'm hallucinating," he said seriously.
"I wish I were," Nala said. "You could be a gentleman and offer me your shirt."
His eyes reached her bared breasts and he flushed. Immediately, he slipped off his torn shirt and draped it over her shoulders. His skin was bronzed beneath the linen, and his muscles taut. Raina would be incredibly jealous, Nala thought with satisfaction.
"I'm Nala," she said. "Hello, sailor."
"I'm no sailor. I was a prisoner aboard the vessel that sank. My name is Cortez."
Well he was free of his captors, but now he was a prisoner on this isolated island.
"We're both stuck here then," Nala said, willing tears to well up. She pouted a little, and flapped her tail again as if distressed. "I'll burn in this sun."
"No you won't," Cortez said firmly. "I'll help you."
Nala hid a smile. She had him at her beck and call and without singing even a single note.
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 299
Prompt: For the thirty days of fiction meme prompt #1 Write a scene saying “hello”
Summary: Being a beached mermaid is no fun - unless there's something you could gain from it
Notes: While this is intended be readable as a one-shot, it follows on from 'Beached'[lj/dw]; all entries in this universe will be tagged c: nala
Nala tried to wriggle backwards, but the waves pulled away from her as if they were purposefully doing so. Damn. She'd have to wait until the sea came back in, and hope she didn't burn too badly in the sunshine. She could probably move forwards using her elbows but the trees and rocks that would give her shelter were so far away. She lay her head down on the sand, feeling very sorry for herself.
Being a beached mermaid was no fun at all.
A shadow fell across her. "What are you?" asked a man's voice in amazement.
Nala lifted her head wearily to look up at him. He was tall and his clothes were tattered, though his eyes were kind.
"Mermaid," she said shortly. She thumped her tail against the sand a few times in demonstration.
"I think I 'm hallucinating," he said seriously.
"I wish I were," Nala said. "You could be a gentleman and offer me your shirt."
His eyes reached her bared breasts and he flushed. Immediately, he slipped off his torn shirt and draped it over her shoulders. His skin was bronzed beneath the linen, and his muscles taut. Raina would be incredibly jealous, Nala thought with satisfaction.
"I'm Nala," she said. "Hello, sailor."
"I'm no sailor. I was a prisoner aboard the vessel that sank. My name is Cortez."
Well he was free of his captors, but now he was a prisoner on this isolated island.
"We're both stuck here then," Nala said, willing tears to well up. She pouted a little, and flapped her tail again as if distressed. "I'll burn in this sun."
"No you won't," Cortez said firmly. "I'll help you."
Nala hid a smile. She had him at her beck and call and without singing even a single note.