LESBIAN FISH!!!!!!!
In the heart of a serene underwater realm, far below where sunlight danced upon the lapping waves, Lyonsia nestled within her secluded cave—a sanctuary made for raising a hatchling. Tucked into the belly of the cave was a giant clam cradle, near it a jar of bioluminescent jellyfish as a nightlight, and all around were squishy sponges cushioning sharp edges (for both Lyonsia’s and the fry’s safety). She stared out the small slit of the cave’s mouth, curtained with wisps of seaweed. The vibrant colors of the ocean swirled outside like a dream, leaking inside. Of course, she could only guess, all she had to work with was the light filtering through her vision. Lyonsia stretched her lanky arm and caressed the rock wall, seashells and ochre rippling under her webbed fingertips.
The nauticava pulled away, and pressed the egg to her bosom. “You hear that, Altum?” she coos to the tiny fry within. She feels the shell tremble as it readjusts itself, maybe it was trying to press its ear against her chest for a closer listen. Thump, thump, thump, her heart sang. Lyonsia chimes in with the lullaby, softly humming “All the little duckies with their heads in the water, heads in the water. All the little duckies with their heads in the water, oh, such sweet little duckies…”
As Lyonsia stroked the smooth surface of the large purple egg cradled in her arms, her thoughts wandered to Seraphine, sleek and graceful, gliding through the colorful reefs in search of dinner. It filled Lyonsia with a sense of pride to know that every ripple in the water was where Seraphine danced, that she too followed the whorls in the current, each flick of her tail an elegant brushstroke on the ocean canvas. Yet at the same moment, the silence of the cave echoed around her, reminding her of Seraphine’s absence—how she missed the warmth of her lover’s presence, the way their laughter intertwined with the flowing sea.
Her blind gaze trails down to the egg in her talons, a testament to their love. It was a symbol of hope, of a future they dared to dream together—a radiant beam of sunshine in an otherwise deep, blue abyss.
Lyonsia sighed softly, her gaze flickering toward the entrance of the cave again, imagining Seraphine’s radiant smile as she returned home. If only she could see her gorgeous face. She had felt it countless times, tracing her talons on every line, every pore, and she felt beautiful. Flowy tendrils that fall in curls around her bobbing beak, smile lines and crow's feet accentuating her lover's face that she’d kiss with her fingertips like it were a map and she was a lost sailor. A map. The complex yet so familiar map of her face, yes… That was a wonderful way to put it. Lysonia files it in her brain to flatter Seraphine later.
“Oh Altum, where is your mother…?” she sighs dreamily. Lyonsia found herself longing for those quiet moments with her again. It wasn't the same when she was by her lonesome, even if she was content with that prior to the goddess that had shone upon her sad, lonely little life. The egg shifted slightly as she adjusted her hold, its surface warm against her talons. “Just a little longer, and she'll be back with a bountiful net of crabs and fish,” she whispered, her voice barely a flutter in the current.
Lost in thought, she traced the patterns of the egg with her fingers, imagining the future they envisioned—their little one, exploring the wonders of the ocean, laughter cascading as freely as the bubbles rising to the surface. It was a dream that pulsed as vividly as the life surrounding her, tethering her heart to the rhythm of the sea. Even if she was blind, she could imagine a bloom of colors unseen.
Time drifted lazily while she wandered through her memories. The soft caress of the water tugged at her, whispering sweet nothings filled with love and promise. With each passing moment, she felt more connected to Seraphine, as if the bond they shared transcended the space between them.
And then, like the sun breaking through storm clouds, a flicker of movement caught her eye at the cave’s entrance. Heart racing, she turned, a smile blossoming across her face as she caught the silhouette of Seraphine, adorned with the colors of the sea—her hair a cascade of soft blues and greens, eyes sparkling like the ocean.
“Lyonsia!” She called, her voice a symphony in the silence. “I caught us a shark,”
In that instant, the loneliness of the cave vanished, replaced by the warmth of love reuniting. And as Lysonsia glided towards her, the weight of the egg was a mere whisper against the crescendo of their hearts, intertwining like the tails of seahorses, bound forever beneath a vast sky of endless stars.
