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let’s dance, my love (dancing at the sea)
If the land people had been horror stories, Acxa’s childhood memory spins the first time she crests through the broken, brilliant surface into a fairytale. It’s the gasp of too much air, the rattle in her gills, the sharp tang of—of a sense she didn’t know she had, the vivid taste of salt on her tongue. The flash of an even blue wall up above, unblemished by any scratches of other colors, so solid that Acxa reaches out for it through the hacking cough wrecking her lungs, before her mama drags her back into the water.
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For Seaborne, a @voltronmerzine
! You can check out the beautiful accompanying art by @tane-phere!
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