Darcy fought against the dark currents, trying to fight her way back up to the surface to get any breath of fresh air. But the sea was proving too strong for her and the brunette felt herself being swept further and further away. Her lungs burned from keeping air in them to keep herself alive. She felt her limbs tire out and the darkness pulling at her consciousness.
Right before she lost touch with reality, she thought she saw someone swimming toward her. A beautiful woman with long, blonde hair, and--was that a tail?
The last bubbles of air left her lungs and Darcy gave into the black.
Exhausted and panting, Rapunzel wheezed as she pulled the heavy, waterlogged human onto the beach. "She's heavy," she moaned to Pascal, lying on the cold, wet sand unable to move any farther. The struggle of fighting the current and dragging the girl through it on top of it had made the mermaid's arms ache with effort, not used to the strain half as well as her tail was. Though she originally rested on her chest, she pulled herself off to give the human some space (just in case) and lie a foot away.
She nearly cried with the pain of trying to move again, contenting herself with the fact that it was a moonless night. No one would be able to say for sure this was a mermaid and not a large fish resting on the beach next to this unconscious person. At the soonest word of danger she could muster the strength-- somehow-- to slip back into the water and disappear again.
"It'll be okay..." she whispered to herself as she settled on that, ignoring Pascal's splashing (unable to breathe oxygen like she could), as she closed her eyes for just a moment. She wouldn't stay long, just enough to catch her breath...
Darcy dreamed of something really nice; someone resting on her. Comfortable. But then that warmth was taken away from her and Darcy began to cough. Air slipped back into her lungs and she turned over onto her side to cough out the seawater that made itself home in her lungs.
She was on the beach.
She was on the beach!? How did she get here?
Darcy heard someone whisper and squinted to look closely at who it was that saved her in this moonless night.
Rapunzel squeaked, not expecting the person to recover so soon, before slamming her hands over her mouth as she realized how stupid that was. Pulling her folds of hair with her, the mermaid dragged herself off of the beach as quickly as her fin and exhausted muscles would allow, trying to make it the few feet left toward the water.
Her long purple tail flapped helplessly as she pulled with her arms, daring a glance back at Darcy and turning red when she realized she was sitting up and looking for her. "Nobody!" she said, daring to hope she'd think this was some bizarre sea-washed dream leftover from the accident.
Not a full recovery. Darcy thought that her mind was still waterlogged. But at least she was alive. The brunette was practically seeing double as she saw someone blonde reach for the ocean. She must be water logged. Was that a tail?!
Darcy coughed up more seawater and tried to crawl after her, even with her tired limbs. Blonde. Long, blonde hair. Like the sun. But that was impossible, right? Darcy tried to move her wet locks of hair out of her face.
"Hey, wait!" she coughed.
Exhaustion took her again and Darcy practically face planted into the sand, still a few feet away from the blonde. "Ugh."
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Right before she lost touch with reality, she thought she saw someone swimming toward her. A beautiful woman with long, blonde hair, and--was that a tail?
The last bubbles of air left her lungs and Darcy gave into the black.
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She nearly cried with the pain of trying to move again, contenting herself with the fact that it was a moonless night. No one would be able to say for sure this was a mermaid and not a large fish resting on the beach next to this unconscious person. At the soonest word of danger she could muster the strength-- somehow-- to slip back into the water and disappear again.
"It'll be okay..." she whispered to herself as she settled on that, ignoring Pascal's splashing (unable to breathe oxygen like she could), as she closed her eyes for just a moment. She wouldn't stay long, just enough to catch her breath...
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She was on the beach.
She was on the beach!? How did she get here?
Darcy heard someone whisper and squinted to look closely at who it was that saved her in this moonless night.
"Hello?" she croaked out. "Someone there?"
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Her long purple tail flapped helplessly as she pulled with her arms, daring a glance back at Darcy and turning red when she realized she was sitting up and looking for her. "Nobody!" she said, daring to hope she'd think this was some bizarre sea-washed dream leftover from the accident.
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Darcy coughed up more seawater and tried to crawl after her, even with her tired limbs. Blonde. Long, blonde hair. Like the sun. But that was impossible, right? Darcy tried to move her wet locks of hair out of her face.
"Hey, wait!" she coughed.
Exhaustion took her again and Darcy practically face planted into the sand, still a few feet away from the blonde. "Ugh."