Mermaids of Atlantis 2012

One of our perennial bestsellers since its introduction in 2004…all the magical seductive allure of those daughters of La Mer: a lush floral bouquet of water lily, plumaria, gardenia, magnolia and lotus, with fresh green accents of Hawaiian maile leaf & vines, cucumber and bamboo, drowned in sea moss and bladderwrack and sweetened with a tropical twist of pineapple, mango and coconut. Each full-sized bottle contains the mermaid's treasure in the form of a pearl.

"This is strong magic. Are you certain?"
"You yourself said it had been done before."
"It has. But it is a finite consideration. And some had wished they never knew."
She pondered, thinking of her longing for the sky. She nodded.
"Please. I am ready."
Ostrea handed Merlissa the bottle. The latter drank the bitter liquid within, drank it down till none was left within the iridescent glass vial. She looked at her form once finished.
"Well?"
"The magic will not manifest till you have departed from here."
"You mean –"
"Yes."
Merlissa wondered when she would be ready to leave this life behind, swimming away through the currents of her aquatic home.

This time, the siren was found on land rather than the depths of the sea.

Though Merlissa had been reluctant to test her new-found abilities as granted by the sea-witch's potion, she hid among the rocks near the harbor to spy on the humans every night, completely enthralled. She wondered how she would live among them, what she would do, as they all seemed to move with such determined purpose upon the land.

One night she heard music from afar. Strange music with the quality of deep emotion, melodic but almost primal. She swam as fast as her slippery form would carry her to find the source; there was a house upon a cliff, full of raucous young men and women: singing, playing, dancing, drinking, laughing…and other carnal delights. She was entranced by the scene entire but especially the one whose voice had called to her. He sat upon the outer wall strumming a guitar and singing in a voice pleasurably talented. She focused more on the sound than the sense but realized after a time he was singing of her race.

She loves her home in the seven seas
she loves her home beneath the waves
and though she's traveled she will never stray…

"Me!" she thought. "That's me!"

And later he turned and looked out at the sea. His face as revealed by moonlight was exquisite.
Like a statue she had once found in a shipwreck: strong chin, noble brow, lips in a perfect Cupid's Bow and wide eyes, framed by thick dark hair which hung to his shoulders. She pulled herself up on a rock to drink in the vision as he looked down quickly, frowning as he searched the shadows. She ducked down, splashing into the water.

"Hallo?" he called out, and his speaking voice was just as musical.

Her heart pounded for fear of discovery and yet…wasn't this what she had always longed for?

Humans. They were all so different, and yet they all moved in the same way, much as her race did. So many faces, the details different, though this one had unusual eyes. The same expression…his eyes expressed the desire she had known in her own world…but here it was so compelling. The allure of the unknown.

The next day she vowed she would find him.

He had been paging through an old magazine, wondering what was popular back home just now, as it has been nearly a year since he and his bandmates had even set foot on the damp shores of Blighty, though he was not pained to bask in the sun of Rhodes, and then his eyes were drawn to the oncoming tide…and a woman. She was crawling through the surf. And she was completely nude, though her deep red hair was long and annoyingly (or helpfully, depending on your viewpoint) covered those parts which he would have liked to see.

"Lady Godiva," he murmured to himself. "Wait, she was on a horse, wasn't she?"

He grabbed a towel and ran down to where the water washed upon the sand.

"Excuse me," he called. "Are you all right?"

She looked up at him, and he felt his jaw drop, to see her eyes: luminescent green. He was reminded of scuba diving for the first time: descending to the bottom, watching the fish dart through shafts of sunlight penetrating the cool green water, the peace of the world beneath the surface.

"Have you lost your swimmies, then?"

He watched as the woman righted herself, looking around her at the beach, and the ocean beyond, where fishing boats bobbed on their anchors just beyond the breakers, all of it under the fierce sun and azure sky. She struggled forward through the sand and then stopped, looking at her legs. She began laughing, kicking her feet in the remnants of the water, foam glistening on her toes. Bits of kelp clung to her body, and he couldn't help but notice it was rather a nice body. He cleared his throat and held out the towel.

"Miss please, you'll want to cover yourself."

She looked up at him again, and her expression was a curious mix of emotions: wonder, confusion, and desire. He was long-used to the latter and gave her his famous shiny smile. She aped the smile, at first rather comically, but then it was a sweet thing to behold. Squatting down he put the towel around her, noticing out of the corner of his eye people on the beach were beginning to stare.

"Do you speak English?"

Confusion on her lovely face again. Her bone structure lent a decided exotic air, her features might have been considered sharp on anyone else, but the genetic chisel which carved cheekbones, nose and chin had rendered a delicate touch. Her eyes were the most awe-inspiring component, but then she spoke.

"English."

And there was something in her cadence which made him think of bells. Tiny bells, like a belly dancer would wear around her ankles. Just the faintest of chimes…maybe wind chimes, heard from miles away, yet compelling regardless of distance. He knew music – music was his life and his passion – and the tone of her voice filled him with longing.

"Yes. I don't know much Greek, but…"

"Merlissa."

"That's your name? We need to get you out of the water, right?"

He stood up and held out his hands. The girl grasped them, nearly falling over once she had risen to her feet and he held on tightly. The towel slipped off her wet body onto the sand, and a nearby group of males let out with cheering and whistling.

"Sod off!" he called out. He hurriedly picked up the towel and wrapped it around her.

It was so strange, she could understand him, this boy, even as she was unsure how to respond in kind. Her mind absorbed every detail with full comprehension, but as she was timid in taking her first steps, she was also inhibited in speaking her first words; so she said the first thing which came to mind after the echo of his inquiry…her name.

He brought her up the beach and gently pulled her down beside him on a blanket. His amber eyes regarded her with gentle sympathy. His skin was lightly browned, reminding her of dusky silk as she had seen as worn by fancy women, those who had tempted the sailors visiting the harbor into parting with their coin for some company.

"Merlissa, did you…fall off a boat? Into the water?"

Her eyes, already so round and bright, seemed to glow in an imploring fashion. She shook her head.

"You seem rather confused, is all. Like you hit your head." He put a hand to his own head in emphasis.

She shook her head again in answer and he was beset with several emotions at once: confusion, protectiveness, and a slow-burning lust. In any other circumstance he would have already been working his capable charms on her, language barrier or no. But it was strange, this feeling of chivalry.

"I am well."

He raised his eyebrows, persisted in his thought that this amazingly beautiful woman had fallen off some yacht beyond view of the island, both her name and her speech hinted at some high-born history.

"Where did you come from?" he finally asked, stunned into blunt inquiry.

Merlissa's forehead creased ever so slightly. The faintest flash of pearl as her teeth grazed a delicate lower lip, as if she were pondering the answer. He considered she might have jumped from the boat.

"It's alright," he said, placing a hand on her slender arm. "We're all from elsewhere, no need to be specific."

She smiled at him, and gestured out at the sea with a lovely unlined hand.

"Elsewhere," she echoed, and made it sound so very mysterious.

Their eyes met once more, and fascination was assured.

He has pulled me from the sea, and won me for his own.

• Created By: Mara ~ Love Potion® Magickal Perfumerie
• Description By: Julie ~ Luna65

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

WATER LILY ~ Purity of heart.
PLUMERIA ~ Love, strong ingredient for love spells.
LOTUS ~ No man can refuse the woman who wears this; lovers reunited, protection. Symbolizes intellect, mental energies and illumination. Inspiration, clarity, purification.
GARDENIA ~ Mood elevator; powerfully 'magnetic' for women, enhances visage, love, passion, peace, healing, spirituality.
MAGNOLIA ~ Nobility. Psychic enhancer; inspires peace and harmony; fidelity.
HAWAIIAN MAILE LEAF & VINES ~ Wedded love, fidelity, friendship, affection, protection, sex, divination, healing, stamina.
BAMBOO ~ Protection, hex breaking, luck and wishes, fertility, wisdom, feminine energy.
BLADDERWRACK and SEA MOSS ~ Protection, money, psychic powers, sea spells.
CUCUMBER ~ Healing, fertility, abundance, invigorating.
PINEAPPLE ~ Draws money and luck; chastity, protection.
MANGO ~ Increases male libido, spiritually elevating.
COCONUT ~ Chastity, protection, purification, receptivity.

Tags: For Women, Love, Sex/Passion/Lust, Fertility/Creativity, Friendship/Popularity, Mood Elevating, Meditation/Serenity, Glamour, Personal Power, Protection, Health/Wealth/Prosperity, Planetary/Elemental, Ritual, Fruity Scent, Tropical Scent