As deep down as she could go, Ursula had made a cozy little home for herself on the bottom of Darrow's ocean. It wasn't the deep, dark, cold she longed for, but it was enough. Enough to remind her who she really was, and where she really belonged. She stretched her tentacles, gossiped with the fish, longed for a kingdom to call her own. But in those long hours, she realized that perhaps she didn't need to look further than the shores of Darrow for subjects to rule.
When she finally crawled out of the sea, wearing the girlish face she'd become accustomed to over the last two years, she came upon a stranger.
Trident in hand, she arched a brow, her lilac dress sparkling with beads of sea water. "Looking for someone?"
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Date: 2014-03-26 09:52 pm (UTC)As deep down as she could go, Ursula had made a cozy little home for herself on the bottom of Darrow's ocean. It wasn't the deep, dark, cold she longed for, but it was enough. Enough to remind her who she really was, and where she really belonged. She stretched her tentacles, gossiped with the fish, longed for a kingdom to call her own. But in those long hours, she realized that perhaps she didn't need to look further than the shores of Darrow for subjects to rule.
When she finally crawled out of the sea, wearing the girlish face she'd become accustomed to over the last two years, she came upon a stranger.
Trident in hand, she arched a brow, her lilac dress sparkling with beads of sea water. "Looking for someone?"