She sells seashells by the sea shore // Bronsonn + Cyprin

[Cyprin]

An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind ”An outsider,” Cyprin quietly whispers, but she is too late as Bronsonn already moves forward to greet the siren. Her statement falls on deaf ears as she stands on the rocky soil to observe the wide-eyed wonder breaching their shoreline. Another moment’s hesitation feeds her an opportunity to watch as her twin scales the far side of the hill in order to close the distance. She wants to call him back, to beckon him to her side, but he is already there speaking to the finned lady. Leery, Cyprin gingerly makes her own path to join them. Her eyes – slit like a serpent’s, a kaleidoscope of colors – dance back and forth until she settles at her brother’s side, pressing against him sweetly. ”Bronsonn,” she croons into the curve of his shoulder, finding reassurance in his broad stature. A honeyed smile flickers across her face but it wavers when her attention slowly drifts away. A brow rises underneath her forelock as she regards the siren (anything breaching from the oceanic depths is labeled as such) with scrutiny. ”No, no, brother. She is not from here,” even as she answers him, her gaze never strays from the stranger. Unlike their niece, however, she is kinder and finds fascination in the marbled fins. Reia would mock her. Inching closer, a calculated breath is drawn in to taste the salt and sand on her coat. ”What’s your name?” Her voice is serene, a beautiful contrast to her twin’s brusque, gravelly chords. ”I’m Cyprin, and this is my brother, Bronsonn.” A sideways glance and grin find him, finding amusement in thrusting him further into the conversation rather than allowing him to skirt the edges. But she doesn’t yet dive into the intricacies of the visit, the reasons why or how their small alcove lured a child of the sea into their grasp. Cyprin lior and nayl

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