Special edition; Cordelia's Part :)
My body was placed in the same cave I've grown up in for so long. My mind was still where I was last night; thinking about my atypical encounter (if you could call it that) with the giant man
Was he trying to capture me for some sort of food source? By the looks of it, I might look like an unimportant lunch meal to the man, that would feed half of him
- Was he trying to sell me to some cheap aquarium and be forced to play acts of amusement for the public? It seemed like he was looking for something particular, considering the large net that he so casually held in the palm of his hands
I was fiddling with the large golden locket that hung around my neck. It was one I wore rarely, but when I did, I felt the color of envy barricade me closely.
My thoughts wandered to him
How could I be so..so obtuse? Thinking a human would truly want to be associated with an anomalous like me, with my tail that had been unevenly traced with scars from my past and present- My lopsided and asymmetrical fins- All Sirens were right, I am nothing but a worthless oddity, a pathetic excuse for an abnormality
I haven't the least idea on whom to point fingers at; Should it be his charming grin, eyes that looked like the sky after a perfect storm, Or would it be my clueless mind who couldn't have known any better
For him, this would be something to laugh at, something for him to look back at and think 'Oh, the look on her face was almost riotous' He'd tell his future partner and children about how he tricked a creature like me
But for me, it would just help the walls surrounding me to grow stronger, build them taller, wider
I might have let my feelings take the lead- maybe- But, I must admit, just because you're a fool, that does not mean you can't perceive or the act of opprobrium
I swore to myself, I would never act upon a human again. The Sirens were right, humans were nothing but disgusting thick-skinned bastards who know nothing but to claim others' golden possessions.
Jealousy ran through me. What if he was busily tangled with that girl who'd just been begging for him to feel her-
What was I thinking?
I thought to myself, rereading everything I had just thought
When in all my years of living did I ever latch on to anything like that?
I shook my head, and I felt almost dazed. My mind was in a fog of bitterness and resentment
My first thought was to clasp off the heavy necklace that draped around my neck, and so I did, placing it carefully inside my wooden- Before I shut the timber lid, I could hear a faint whisper- faint enough to bounce off the cobblestone walls in my grotto.
'He's too good for you, They were right'
The voice had been like an ophidian's- Raspy and drained out
'I can help you Cordelia-' My name, That was my name- The one I would at times nearly forget, due to the consistent shameful and undignifying titles I had been given
'Just put me on and all your problems will go down the drain'
The words were like a lasso made of strong metal, trying to wrap around me forcefully by the neck, and drown me in a sea of white lies and twisted words
I must be making myself go insane- My thoughts were becoming too strong for my own good. I hesitated when it came to latching the locket on the chest, as I felt there was an invisible force restraining me from doing so
I needed some new air to breath, for the air in my home was getting too tight for me- As I swam up to shore, I had been greeted by the moon- A very dear friend of mine, although not always loyal
"I can't believe I let my thoughts get to me like that" I spoke to the moon, imagining a wise old face with blotches covered nodding sapiently at me, pitying me. But, I didn't mind being pitted, it was the most company I could undeniably ask for and be guaranteed to
The moon was now brighter, as the sky became darker. I had spent around half an hour ranting and babbling. Nonsensical words were what they were
"If I were you, I'd get sick of myself the second I opened my mouth," I said admittedly. I was sometimes ashamed.
I felt a firm tap on my shoulder and let out a yell- turning my head to see him
My heart might have left a dent in my body from the sudden feeling of fear
"D-Don't do that again!" I said between shaken breaths, trying my hardest not to break and crack a wide smile at his vibrant and cooling presence.
'Again' seemed wonderful
"Seemed like you needed some company" He shrugged with that typical smirk of his- One he'd use as a payment to buy girls adore with
It took all I did in me to ignore him and turn around- Although my flushed face seemed to show a sign of betrayal.
"I said I wouldn't hurt you," He said softly. I continued my very serious pastime of giving him a 'cold shoulder' Which was partly true, I was practically freezing in the new December air
"Please," I said almost desperately, pleading "Just-"
"Just go away-Leave me alone, please" The words strained my throat, burning and itching to stay in
Although my back was to him, I could feel his face grow into shock
"What? What's your reasoning for saying that?"
I sniffed in the air, taking in a deep breath "I don't need any reasoning, Dra-" I stopped myself from saying his name, it would be far too intimate for the context we were currently in
"I'm staying here" He stated, placing his legs over the jetty so they were dangled right next to me
I had my arms crossed and brows furrowed, visibly presenting my vexation. I heard a small chuckle as my anger unwillingly increased
My eyes wandered to the reflection below me. I could see him almost perfect if it weren't for the rigid patterns that flowed like ballerinas on a dance floor
He looked just like how I memorized, his face was the one I could never get tired of looking at- He was like a complex painting with many vibrant colors to it, you'd spend hours admiring new features and splashes of paint you hadn't noticed before.
"For someone who's mad, you do have a tendency to stare, affectionately- Might I add"
I scoffed at his 'witty' remark, doing one's damnedest to keep my mask of disguise on
"There is nothing affectionate about my stare" I crankily explained, crossing my arms harder
"So you were staring"
My eyes widened slightly, realizing how I had just admitted to what seemed like an act of crime. I stayed silent, knowing the sound of my voice would only dig me deeper into this whole I've created.
"Well, clearly, I've done something to upset you" I shook my head, not in denial of anything, but remembering how I was so naive and gullible that I could not see how vainglorious and conceited he truly was
"Tell me" I simply looked down at the water, avoiding his eyes that followed me everywhere
"Tell me.. Cordelia" A mad shade of red came to travel across my face, spreading across the apples of my cheeks, and the tip of my nose and ears- Something he clearly noticed
I felt a cold arm grab my shoulder, spinning me around in his direction. My eyes could finally see him properly, without the vexing shaking waters
His face was a map that I had to retrace every time I got lost
"You-" I started, already feeling embarrassed to continue, but his eyes were a cheering crowd, encouraging me to go on with the show
"You promised that you'd come- And you didn't" I felt the release of a strong strain on my body as if the words were holding me hostage. Although I did not feel completely free of my restrains, yet
I waited for his reply, searching him for a hint of what he was to say- He doesn't owe me anything, an excuse, reasoning for his absence, an apology- For I do not have much value to myself. But, even the most unkempt things come at a price
"I had school work-Lots of it- I.." He seemed to have trouble forming his words like he was a little kid forming the letters with his building blocks.
"I'm sorry" The words came out in a rush, almost forced, too forced
I couldn't tell what he was saying was just another white lie, to prevent me from my fragile self, but I took it. I took it and I claimed it as my own
AN: Just to clarify, Cordelias never had a nice interaction with someone, she'd always been degraded by the sirens and no ones ever shown her any act of kindness - So yes, she is going to be a little fragile or sensitive with her emotions
On another note, did you guys enjoy Cordelias perspective? I did want to begin writing this book in first person view, but I don't think I can really capture Draco's... e s s c e n c e- but, i tried
Stay safe:)
future me reading this, i think this is probably my fav chapter