dolorashaze:

lesbian fairy tales: the little mermaid

in the morning the storm had ceased; but of the ship not a single fragment could be seen. the sun rose up red and glowing from the water, and its beams brought back the hue of health to the princess’s cheeks; but her eyes remained closed. the mermaid kissed her high, smooth forehead, and stroked back her wet hair; she seemed to her like the marble statue in her little garden, and she kissed her again, and wished that she might live.