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Written for the [livejournal.com profile] fffc October challenge. The prompt for this one was "monster: classical and mythological"



After months of icy silences, passive-aggressive comments, and a long-running war of attrition regarding who exactly was responsible for the latest pile of mangled human remains left in communal areas of the lake bed, Gillman and the Sea Hag were finally having it out. The waves were towering walls of grey, tipped with the thrashing foam-white bodies of water coursers who screamed and lashed out with their hooves as they thundered down onto the dark shale of the shoreline.

The Lorelai wound themselves into neat coils, their coruscating colours tastefully muted, and murmured to each other in their musical voices about second-hand embarrassment, the awkwardness of being a witness to a lover’s quarrel, and their relief at never having been “one of those couples,” although in fairness the Lorelai ate their mates during the act of consummation and thus never really progressed beyond the initial honeymoon phase of a relationship. The mermaids, however, cheered and hooted and passed around giant bowls of air-dried polyps, which was the closest analogue for popcorn that the underwater world had yet managed. The Jolly Roger tossed about on the boisterous sea, and the ghost-pirates battened down the hatches and pretended to be very preoccupied with their rum toddies.

The battle raged into the early hours of the morning, culminating in a tidal wave that swamped the rusting skeleton of the Eerie Boardwalk and Amusement Emporium and dragged the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar off it’s ramshackle pilings to bob forlornly in the murky flood waters. The jagged promontory that housed a malevolent lighthouse for an hour every night in winter was completely underwater, and the various creatures that make their home in Lake Eerie rushed in with hacking tools made rusty from long submersion to try and destroy the building’s foundation.

The mermaids, insensitive to the last, made dramatic ooohhh-ing sounds as the Sea Hag rose over the choppy surface. Wreathed in majesty, seaweed, and not a few drowned holiday makers, she carried two dripping carpet bags clutched in her curving black talons and did not deign to look at them. Each bag was the size of a mid-range family car and they oozed marine slime as the Sea Hag slithered out of the lake, scattering the water coursers and their smaller, fiercer cousins the Kelpie. Her coils were coated in a thick clear jelly that eased her journey onto land, and sooner than should have been possible for an ancient being of myth and legend, she disappeared over the sand dunes.

“She’ll be back,” said the Lorelai, and their voices brought a flock of geese plunging out of the sky to smash themselves against the cliffs and rocks where the Lorelai nested. The Lorelai squealed in delight and began to rend and tear with their concentric rows of glittering teeth. The mermaids scooped webbed handfuls of bloody feathers out of the churning water to decorate themselves with. The ghost-pirates emerged from below, set down their tankards and began to scrub the seaweed and detritus that the storm had thrown over the deck.






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Date: 2016-10-26 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com
just another day on lake eerie, lol

this is glorious

Date: 2016-10-27 11:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Somehow I missed this one last night! Once again, I'm impressed with your Eerie worldbuilding, and the "one of those couples" line has got to be one of my favorites ever.

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