TENOR
Let me serenade you with
A love song like no other
A love song like no other
There was nothing Tenor enjoyed more than lurking in the waters, watching the mouth breathers as they went about their life. Usually Tenor would spend his days talking with the locals, preparing another ballad to sing for his people. Today though he just wanted to watch. The breeze flowing through his sea drenched hair, in a way he felt like he was there with them. Playing with the children on the beach, or dancing with the older mouth breathers.
Tenor wanted nothing more than to be able to walk. To see the world of the mouth breathers for himself. Tenor felt alive through second-hand experiences. Feeling the adrenaline rush when strangers would tell him about their journey. He heard rumours about his kind being able to walk alongside the mouth breathers, but he'd never met a mermaid who could. For now it was all a pipe dream.
He'd have to settle for now. Only being able to peer into part of the world of the mouth breathers. It had been awhile since Tenor came to the coast. He spent a lot of his time by the ports, interesting people were always coming and going there. The coast though, it had a more natural feel to it. The people here always seemed to be having good-hearted fun. He'd like to imagine what kind of lives they lived.
A couple, not much older than Tenor caught his eye. They laid on the beach whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. Something Tenor could never do. He'd try once, to lay on the beach, but the sand dried up his scales too quickly and it was uncomfortable. Tenor wasn't a stranger to romance, his looks were something many fawned over. He'd seduced many mouth breathers, but when they realized he wasn't like them, they all left.
One day he would have someone to whisper his own sweet nothings to. Someone to live out the love stories he wrote with. He just wasn't sure when that day would be.
Delta
Tenor wanted nothing more than to be able to walk. To see the world of the mouth breathers for himself. Tenor felt alive through second-hand experiences. Feeling the adrenaline rush when strangers would tell him about their journey. He heard rumours about his kind being able to walk alongside the mouth breathers, but he'd never met a mermaid who could. For now it was all a pipe dream.
He'd have to settle for now. Only being able to peer into part of the world of the mouth breathers. It had been awhile since Tenor came to the coast. He spent a lot of his time by the ports, interesting people were always coming and going there. The coast though, it had a more natural feel to it. The people here always seemed to be having good-hearted fun. He'd like to imagine what kind of lives they lived.
A couple, not much older than Tenor caught his eye. They laid on the beach whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. Something Tenor could never do. He'd try once, to lay on the beach, but the sand dried up his scales too quickly and it was uncomfortable. Tenor wasn't a stranger to romance, his looks were something many fawned over. He'd seduced many mouth breathers, but when they realized he wasn't like them, they all left.
One day he would have someone to whisper his own sweet nothings to. Someone to live out the love stories he wrote with. He just wasn't sure when that day would be.
Little will you know
It'll be our story
It'll be our story
