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I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue

Who:

mermaiding & you!
When: 2/24ish?, ICly
Where: Wherever there's still deep flooding
What: Oona struck a deal with Maris and got her scale back, meaning she can turn back into her mermaid form. She's finally taking it out for a spin.
Rating/Warning: Vaguely NSFW, because mermaids do not wear clothes.

[She hadn't expected it to go easily. The process of removing her tail had been painful and clumsy to begin with-- she had never used that magic before, and she had never had to replace said tail either. She knew, in theory, hwo to, but it had taken her a few times to finally get the magic right.

The process had been just as painful-- was it always going to be painful, or was she just inexperienced, doing something wrong? Every movement ached as her muscles got used to the familiar movements of swimming again.. or maybe it had something to do with this crash of energy? Who knew.

She did feel tired, but that wasn't important right now. She decided against going her full form (there was no need for someone to actually mistake her for a monster and try to kill her right off the bat), but the more familiar half-form that most people associated with mermaids was fine enough.

It felt like flying, twisting through the waters, her gills burning with unfamiliar use. It had taken more time than she'd like to admit to get used to using them and she'd spent far too long accidentally trying to use her lungs and choking herself. But now that she was getting used to it, she wasn't sure she'd ever actually leave...]

[Option A]

[She'd never get truly tired of swimming around, but the space isn't that large, so it isn't long before she gets bored--and that's when she takes to terrorizing poor passer-bys. She waits until someone's standing near the edge of the water and slowly surfaces, watching to make sure their attention isn't on the water itself and...

GRABS THEIR ANKLE.

And immediately bursts out laughing at their reaction. Maybe it's you she grabbed? Maybe a random NPC whose panicked screams make you feel like jumping in to help out or investigate? Either way, Oona's clearly having a grand ol' time.]

[Option B

[There's definitely something moving in the water. You might see a flash of golden hair, or light reflecting off blue scales. Maybe you see a light, glowing faintly deep below...

Either way, it entices you to look closer. If you kneel on the ledge and lean over the water to try and get a closer look, you're in for quite the surprise. Oona's stirred up the debris and dirt below to mask her ascent to the surface; male or female or anything inbetween, it doesn't matter; lean in close enough and you'll suddenly find a pretty mermaid breaking the surface to press a kiss to your mouth.

It's a quick one and she swims away a bit right after with a bright laugh and a grin]

[Option C]

[Okay, so maybe the drain on her energy was more than she was anticipating. She pulls herself up out of the water, only barely managing to get herself on land before she curls up on her side and promptly goes to sleep. Her tail dips into the water, occasionally swaying absently and causing ripples in the water.

She may even start snoring softly, but either way it's probably not a good idea for her to just remain there hanging out, right?]

[Option D]

[WILD CARD. Got another prompt you wanna try out? Maybe Oona manipulated the water to splash a nice wave at your character? Maybe you dropped something in the water for Oona to discover?

Go crazy it's all yours'!]

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[ it hits him faster than he can process it — a brush of lips, soft and cool, slippery from water cohesion. and makoto, painfully an amateur to types of affection that circumvented gentle hand-holding or warm hugs, thunks down like a brick on the platform, pupils blown wide in equal parts shock and mortification. ]

W-w-w-w-wah ... ?!

[ motor reflexes upended in complete havoc, he half-clambers, half-trips and crumbles again like the loser he is, which is a better signifier of his predilection for blundering wishy-washiness as of late then he'd ever confess to. ]

Huh?! What — what — ...

[ ARE THERE SEA MONSTERS IN THE WATER?!?!?! HIS NIGHTMARES ARE BECOMING TOO REAL ...

out of the morbid desire to face his fears for once, or possibly be eaten whole by them, makoto scrambles back to peer over the edge, checking the water's depths for the perpetrator at hand. ]

[She laughs as she glides under the water, knowing full well who it is she just managed to kiss. On one hand she's a little concerned--after all, if he scolded her for her bit of fun play-drowning people, who knows what else he's a stick-in-the-mud over??

Would he scold her for this too? She frowns lightly, a bit apprehensive. After all, it wasn't like anyone liked being scolded (okay some people did, maybe, but that was going into other sorts of territories). Maybe she could tell him it was a mermaid thing...

No, that'd be lying and she'd sworn she'd never do that. Damn.

Realizing she's been down there long enough that A. Makoto already caught a glimpse of her through the settling debris and/or B. possibly was ready to leave now, Oona rose to the surface, breaking through the water without so much as a gasp for how long she'd been down there. (Ah she missed having gills.)]

Makoto. [She greets him with a pleased hum, the sound coming out more melodious than it had in her human form-- her original language was more musical than her normal human speech, and it came across now in these small vocalizations.]

Surprised you? [Her eyes practically sparkles with mischief, like she doesn't totally know the answer to that.]

[ he might have a slight masochistic streak, but that has nothing to do with anything?! makoto's only strict because he cares enough to motherhen people into law-abiding submission, or so it goes. a nagger of the highest degree, undoubtedly.

scanning the water for a minute or so, he's taken option b out for a joyride, ready to flee before he attracts any (mortifying) undue attention, but oona breaks through the detritus of flotsam with a rippling splash, which he instinctively shies away from, yanking back yet again with a harried gasp. ]

Oona?!

[ completely derailed, his gaze bewilderingly travels back and forth between her svelte form and the water, eventually coming to a stop as he peers unevenly at her. eventually makoto forgoes his sheepishness for flustered stammering. ]

Yes, I ... I'm not used to being kissed, or anything.

[ considering how last one went, he'd all but sworn off the practice, but that had no bearing on his current predicament. on closer examination, however, something about her inflection — lighter, ebullient with joy — that has his scrabbling for an answer. ]

You seem really happy. Did something good happen?

Surprising number of people are not. Human culture is so strange.

[BUT ENOUGH TALK ABOUT HOW WEIRD HUMANS ARE. He asked the Magic Question and Oona practically beams at it.]

Yes, yes! Very good! [She raises her tail to slap at the water, playfully sending some of the water his way]

My tail! I have gotten my tail back! [She can't contain her happiness, so she flips back under the water, racing around with all the power she can muster from her tail. It takes her less than a minute to burn through her burst of energy and surface again, but she's still smiling brightly.] I have never been happier!

Haha, I think it's just handled a little differently. See, it's normal for people to save their kisses for people they really love.

[ and here he is, parroting a tenet of rin's philosophy like a true romanticist, sappy and maudlin and just that side of unforgettable. makoto edges forward by a few more degrees, only to smacked in the face with water. nice. stunned, his astonishment lasts all of five seconds until he lurches forward to fling back a handful of water at her ... general direction, since she's momentarily disappeared under the waves. shoot. nagisa would've definitely hit the mark, easy. he needs to up the ante on his timing.

but her enthusiasm is contagious, since his face breaks into a wide, wide smile, bright around the edges, like he's just ascertained the safety of his siblings (ran and ren, who he hasn't seen for months now, his little brother and sister who never so much as committed a single misdeed in their lives).

makoto can discern it through the water now, lucent scales that glimmer just beneath the depths, catching the light, turning refractive. his surprise cuts short with a single admission, falling out of his open mouth. ] Amazing.

[ he jolts upright out of lack of composure, nerves gone ravenously jittery with excitement. ]

How did you find it? Was it returned to you? [ and then, in a warmer tone still: ] I'm so thrilled for you, Oona! It definitely suits you best.

[It could never be said that Oona wasn't vain, and she practically glows with pride under the praise and Makoto's awe. hell yeah, her tail is beautiful and she's beautiful and if only those damn scars weren't everywhere...

No, there wasn't any time to dwell on that.]

That man who came, who flooded the city? Talked with him. He and I are very alike. [Well, they're not human at least.] We made a deal, and he gave me my scale back so as to transform again!

Ah... Of course, will have to be human again when water disappears... [her life is truly suffering.]

[ to be honest, makoto internally flinches every time he catches an eyeful of her scars, but in the same token, they're proof that she's alive, making it so far on nothing less than single-minded resolve. they're horrible, but they don't disfigure her — not like the expression she'd taken on that day in the flood, teeth bared sweet in terrible reminiscing.

it doesn't occur to him to ask her about the scars, either.

at her prompting, he backtracks his timeline to the day the flooding abated, slowing to a crawl — he'd definitely encountered zack and rin, even escaped from a torrential wave with edgeworth in tow, but none of those encounters seemed to fit the bill as much as the message that played through the derelict residential district, the two individuals he'd briefly sighted from a distance.

at the time, approaching them seemed like asking for a death wish. abruptly, his expression fizzles out strangely. ] ... You're alike? Um, what kind of deal did you make with him?

[ it's not the tail itself he's worried about — he can see it now, shimmering translucent through the water, as mesmerizing as oona herself — but the repercussions of making such a peculiar transaction. the price she paid couldn't have possibly been negligible if she received her tail in return for it. ]

[Makotos' the first person to actually ask this question, and Oona blinks slowly. She won't lie, of course, so she tilts her head]

We are alike. We hate CERES, and there is... understanding there, suppose you could say. That is all I can think to describe it.

As for deal... It was a memory. The happiest memory I could think of. Of course, I do not know what that memory was now. [Which does bother her a little, but she shakes her head] It does not matter. It was but a small price to pay to have this back to me. [She slides a hand adoringly against the scales at her hip and smiles slightly.] Will make more happy memories.

[ it's not like a lie would've made the bargain better, in any case. she's already given the payment up long after he's asked the question, which in of itself has no bearing on her circumstances now with a tail she can only use with any ease in the water. his mouth thins to a line at her words, but he makes no comment on the former subject. makoto can't rid her of her hatred, even as his own doubts about CERES continue to aggregate, heavy and distended, bearing down on him with every passing day.

it's the fee she levied over that bothers him the most. horrifically, it bears some convoluted analogue to what happened to haru that night, his bout of amnesia over the nights prior, although that memory had to be the farthest thing from the singularly defining moment of his life.

he can't vilify her desire for her tail, either — the lengths she'd gone to be freed, only to lose the only tenuous point of connection tying her to her friends and family. instead, makoto tentatively reaches out, one palm lying consolingly on her shoulder, head bent to examine her expression, not her tail. ]

It's okay. Memories are only memories, right? Now you have all the more reason to make even happier ones, now. The happiest you've ever had.

[ his smile is scalding his mouth now, a trembling consolation, but he continues speaking without a discernible break. ]

... Do you want to swim together with me? I think I saw a place not too far off from here that would be great for diving. Scoping through, too, since most of it still pretty waterlogged. I doubt we'll have a chance like this again anytime soon.

[The touch on her shoulder makes her-- not flinch, exactly, but she does give him a sharply curious look before relaxing. It wasn't unwanted so much as surprising--she was used to initiating contact with people first, and hadn't expected Makoto to do so. Then again, he had been the one to take her hand first when they'd met.

So she tilts her head and listens, nodding in agreement.] Yes, that is true. For gift such as this, would have gladly given much more. [She'd been fully prepared to give up a lot more, in fact, and indeed had expected something more...gruesome. Thankfully it hadn't come to that anyway.

There isn't much time to dwell on that morbid line of thought anyhow, because his question has her eyes lighting up and a grin appearing easily]

Yes, yes! Let us swim! Ah-- [A pause and she tilts her head] You are not worried? May try to drown you again.

[Okay no she wouldn't, she had promised after all, but she wanted to see just how much he believed her supposed-honesty]

[ perceptibly, his expression twists, horrified with the thought of a similar bargain being offered to him for something he'd sorely wanted; it wasn't like the premise alone wasn't enticing. hypothetically, if he could broker for the safety of his friends on tellus in exchange for his single, happiest memory, it'd be a choice anyone would rationally make. she'd wanted her tail so badly, too, might've gone to the ends of the earth to search for it.

but ... oona's admission jars at him, much in the same manner that the tap on her shoulder momentarily stunned her — a moment of exposed weakness, whether out of sentiment or longing or just plain bewilderment.

abruptly, makoto shoves any further thoughts on memories (or the lack thereof) to the backburner, schooling his demeanor back into warm assent, a humming undercurrent to his voice. ] If you drown me, we won't be able to learn anything about each other anymore. Don't you want to know about what kind of swim strokes I'm good at?

[ a hint of a goodnatured challenge, clean and sharp. they can't figure who would supersede the other in raw skill if one of them kicked the bucket mid-race, after all. it's common sense. ]

Or are you scared I might win? I've swam since I was young, so I'd understand if you were a little nervous to compete against me. [ okay, now he's definitely picking on her. ]

[Makoto's going to be too good at this soon-- or perhaps Oona is just simple to read. Her desires are rather simple ones, and it isn't that hard to twist conversations in the other person's favor when she's involved. Curiosity wins out over any lingering feral want to hunt what enters her waters, and she perks up.]

Ah, yes, that is true. [Her eyes spark with challenge, remembering her earlier humiliation at losing to Rin's swimming. That had been her fault, she knew that. She'd been cocky and her ego had gotten in the way, but this time... This time she was fully prepared to win.]

Scared? [Incredulous she looks at him like he's grown a second head] You may have swam since you were young, but I was born of water. [She throws her hand against the water, splashing at him with a smirk] You will not be laughing when you lose!

[ good thing she doesn't consider him prey (yet). makoto can't refute the feral glint staining her eyes, volatility that he couldn't predict, but on the flip-side she isn't underestimating him (by much). it's nice being taken seriously, even if his love for swimming pales in comparison to the push-pull mentality (latent intensity like exposed wires in the water) haru and rin took on in their races. if he'd been aware that rin managed to beat her on her home turf, he might've broken into another laugh, breath running ragged with displaced humor.

as it is, he partially shields himself from the water, partially snickers again, sliding into the water with fluid ease. ]

We'll see about that! Don't get too ahead of yourself.

[ but it comes down to delineating the smaller figures for their race (which is more of a cooperative swim than anything else, he isn't looking to win in earnest), so his expression visibly lapses into relative calm as he wades out to her. ]

Freestyle would be best, I think. You'll have to put up with me swimming above water for our match, but anything outside of cheating is fair game. Does that sound good to you?

Freestyle? [She tilts her head, wondering if it means what she thinks it means and if that means there's different was. For Oona, there was no 'style' or anything, she simply... swam. The idea that humans might have developed different ways of swimming is a baffling surprise.

Swimming at the surface is annoying, but doable, however, and she looks around for a point to swim to. There's another ledge not terribly far from them and she points it out.]

We can swim to there? First one there wins. Ah-- [Oona pauses, considering a moment] What is the prize for winning?

Yes! You can swim freestyle with almost any stroke, although most people go for the front crawl since it's the fastest. [ he's not certain how well technical swimming jargon holds up when it comes to mermaids hailing from the deep blue, but he figures the particulars act the same way — living creatures go for what works best.

he glances over to asses the ledge, gauging the distance between with a humming note of affirmation before nodding, expression bright with relative anticipation. ] It's settled, then.

[ makoto's not exactly the type to swim for anything beyond the sheer, visceral enjoyment of being with his friends like the hokey, incorrigible sap he is, but if she'll willing to throw down bets, he'll gladly oblige. ] What do you want if you win, Oona?

Those words mean little to me. [But she's not annoyed or anything; if anything she just looks amused and a little curious to know more. She hadn't met any humans before that took swimming so seriously until meeting Rin, Haru, and Makoto.] But, I understand, more or less.

[As for the issue of a prize... What did she want? She scratches her cheek, thinking about it.] Well, if you win, could give you kiss like I did for Rin. If I win... ah, can you cook? Cook me something! I like eating.

I can teach you the definitions if you want! They're just different ways to swim.

[ he isn't invested with the same transfixing compulsion that impels haru and rin to the water, but he can't disavow the significance it has in his life. the fact of the matter is that makoto wouldn't have turned out the way he did if he never took up the sport in the first place.

his gaze turns refractive five seconds before his body catches up his brain and then he's fumbling and displaced, accidentally inhaling a few gulps of water instead of air. ]

Y-Y-You kissed Rin?! And he won? [ bear with makoto while he attempts to acclimatize. eventually, he sobers, one hand scrubbing modestly along the nape of his neck. ]

Um, I ... I don't think you'd enjoy anything cooked by me. [ understatement of the century. makoto's cusine might end up getting oona killed. ] Haru's a really good cook, though. If you race him, you should ask him for that.

[ but in a halfhearted attempt not to disappoint, he wracks his head in vain, attempting to come up with an adequate substitution on the pop fly. ] Is there anything else you might want from me?

[She instantly scowls.] It was accident that he won. I was distracted by the water, and other things. Was... eh, was too... [Arrogant, but she doesn't want to admit that out loud. Instead she lets out a harsh huff of breath] But yes, kissed him. He is not so good at it, honestly. But, will get better with practice. Maybe. He did not seem eager to be kissed by me again.

[She honestly wasn't sure if she should feel insulted by it or not...] Is he? Then, will have to race him. I like eating. [It's one of the view things she'll openly admit about humans and being on land-- the food variety is amazing.

His question is met with a hum, however, as Oona tries to think. Really she just wants food...] Suppose we could simply say you owe me. Ah, or, could buy meal. Or buy something pretty. I will take something pretty. [Oona really is a simple mermaid of simple pleasures.]

[ she kissed rin. granted, it could've just been the quick peck he'd gotten instead of one of those decadent affairs he'd caught sight of those few times he found himself in the pleasure district, mouth-to-mouth encounters full of tongue and teeth and —

he immediately tamps down on that line of thinking and refrains from questioning her further, even if it is slightly liberating to know that rin's about as a good a kisser as makoto himself (abysmally bad when it comes to matters of romance and the fledgling heart). ]

He'd race you even if he didn't win anything, I think. The way you swim is so natural. Haru would definitely admire that. [ makoto scrubs hastily at one cheek. ] ... And I like the way you swim, too. [ scandalous. the tips of ears are tinged in red, a color that bleeds out of his cheeks under duress. ] Oh! Like a date, or a present. I can do that.

[ makoto would be fine obliging her with outings or curios regardless of their race, but he can't turn down her challenge now. he's not doing this for rin or haru's benefit, for once. it's for himself (and oona too, by extension). he aligns his sights with the ledge she initially pointed out. ]

Give me a signal when you're ready!

Thank you. [She looks... surprisingly, a little embarrassed by the praise, her cheeks turning pink with a mix of that and pleasure. It's been so long since she's had her tail back to swim with, the fact that she still hadn't lost her touch... Well, it was nice to hear.

Besides, who didn't like hearing things like that?

Right, a race! She had to focus! She blinks and shakes her head to clear it, angling her body towards the ledge now.]

On count of three? [A pause. They counted down, right? Right.] 3. 2. 1. Go! [And she's off, keeping in mind that she has to keep to the surface more than she would have liked. She won't dishonor this by cheating, though, just feeling the water glide across skin and scale and how free she felt in her natural habitat. It wasn't the sea, exactly, but it was still water, untouched b chemicals and the like humans seemed to like to dump in their pools.

The race hardly mattered anymore in the face of this.]

[ makoto never stood a chance.

it's not a matter of inexperience. even if his line of expertise was the front crawl instead of the backstroke, he wouldn't have been able to beat her. she was entrancing in theory and in practice, the gliding sleekness of her slender form only eclipsed by her ease in the water, undeterred, like she was made for shores silted with the essence of the sea. and oona shone, glinting bright scales refulgent under the glare of noonday by his side and gaining on him without an ounce of resistance. kicking out in forward propulsion, makoto never allowed even a margin of disappointment to slip in when she slipped past him entirely. belatedly, his palm grazed the slab they denoted as their end goal long after she finished.

grappling the ledge, he heaves himself onto the ledge, laughter careening in his lungs, some effusive tumble of soft humor and glancing disbelief. ]

Wow. ... Wow, I ... I lost! I really put my all into it, too. I tried so hard to win.

[ there's not even a hint of acridity in his tone when he claps the flat of his palms down over his kneecaps, gazing back at oona with an expression caught between oozing fascination and yielding remorse, as he'd been completely outstripped by her in the last leg of the race. ]

Thank you for taking me seriously, Oona. I always, always wanted to have a race just like this.

[She watches him beneath the water for a moment, not surfacing right away when he begins to pull himself up. The water distorts both their features some, but her eyes are focused and piercing.

Was he disappointed? Apparently not, though she can't understand why. When she had lost to Rin, she really had been ready to pull him under the water and drown him for it. Was it simply not in Makoto's nature to get angry about these things?

Probably he just wasn't a terribly sore loser like Oona was.

These boys were entirely too endearing for her to take.

She broke the surface and listen to him, not bothering to hide her surprise at being thanked. What did she say to that? 'You're welcome' didn't seem to make sense here. After a moment she pulls herself up as well to sit next to him, letting her tail dip into the water]

You are not upset. [An observation, not a question, and Oona can't help but look a little impressed by it all. What a good attitude to have...]

Of course took you seriously. Why would I not? Was beaten by human before for, eh... What is the word, underestimating? Him. Will not make same mistake again.

[She pushes her lengthy hair over her shoulder and begins to wring it out some. In retrospect she didn't miss this part about being in the water-- she'd found she rather liked her hair better when it was dry and soft, but this was a small price to pay to be in the water again. It hadn't seemed so bad when her hair had only gone down to her chin, either...

Oona glances to him] You swim well. Was impressed, truly. [Which is high praise coming from a mermaid of all people.] You and Rin and Haru... You are different with water than other people are. A...respect, suppose. Do not normally see that in humans.

[ he stares out at the expanse of water in suffusing fixation, as if his perspective since his arrival on tellus has exponentially widened when all makoto really retains from his world is his voracious desire for remaining close to the people most important in his life. it's been ages since he's talked to haru, instead of talking past him. longer still for rin, their conversations a vocal tripwire for what could never be given proper elucidation: makoto was a coward.

but sitting next to oona with the sun turning her mermaid hair into tendrils of spun gold, her scales catching the tangible solidity of warmth and burnishing with it affords him the courage of surreality. it's like they currently exist in a time dismantled from all else, their futures and pasts at a standstill, the present widening with every inhale. ]

Back home, we used all be on the swim team. We even swam a relay together. Two, actually! Although we were disqualified from the second one.

[ makoto's fingers fold into restless knots in his lap, dripping steadily onto the cemented outlook as he smoothed down the fabric of his bunching shirt. ]

Swimming professionally in the Olympics is Rin's dream. No matter what, he's determined to give the water his all. He never does things half-heartedly.

[ his expression softens, quiet and overly sentimental. ]

Haru loves the water, too. When we were kids, he'd tell me the water was alive. You'd know it was true from watching him swim. He's so talented. I don't think there's anything he couldn't do if he put his mind to it.

[ the next part of his explanation comes out in a confused jumble, vowels and synonyms clumsily blurring together in his mouth. ]

As for me, I'm ... not so special a person as the two of them. I just wanted to swim alongside my friends, but somehow it ended up becoming an irreplaceable part of my life.

[ affably, he turns to face her directly, head tilted at a slant, as if perceiving her under a different, changed state, like somewhere along the way the outcome of the race had abruptly ceased to matter, paling in comparison to the experience itself.

a sight he's never seen before. ]

So I'm really glad I could be here and meet you. You're like them. You really love the water with all your heart.

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[There's not much she could say here, and yet, at the same time, a lot. More than she probably has time for.

So she watches and listens, accepting his words even as he stumbles through them. It's the most she can do, but his praise makes her embarrassed. She blushes and looks away, running a hand through her wet hair. The sun feels good on her skin and hair, the water chilling her slightly; it felt good, though, a reminder that she was alive and still feeling. The water that dripped from her hair and down her skin felt like a caress of a long-time lover she hadn't seen in a while.

The water was part of her; she couldn't separate herself from it fully.

After a moment she opens her mouth and makes a soft noise, rising and lowering in pitch. It's like a croon and a whistle, an inhuman melody to sing of the sea she loves so much. And, mixed in there: Reassurance.

he doesn't have to be 'special' like he seems to think Rin and Haru are. Loving the sea, loving to swim-- even if it's just for fun with friends-- that's enough.

She lets the song end and takes a breath, tilting her head up towards the sky and closing her eyes as she listens to the notes die out.]

...Water does not care if you are human or not. It does not care for your reasons to swim. Once you are in it, everyone is equal, and the sea can be as harsh as it is kind.

Swim for your friends, swim for glory, or for the love of it. It does not matter. You are in the water anyhow.

[ so life has its limits, whether it pertains to moral singularity of failing his friends or failing his ambitions. shortcomings weren't ever mutually exclusive to begin with. it was a matter of causality.

his hands clasp and unclasp, and he's ready to cast off back into the waves, rattle off some weak-kneed excuse of a work shift he doesn't have, of checking over a friend he's neglected to converse with for a solid week, of staring back at her and finding her impassive, expression resolved into one of plain indifference. at seventeen years old, he's still burdening others with the blistering deception of issues that aren't issues at all. inadequacy necessitates an intent to change, to become better, but only resuscitates panic in makoto.

and he's got one leg lifted up to the ledge to flee, mouth brimming with meek, discombobulated apologies when the sonorous implacability of her voice breaks the silence. high notes rising, low notes crooning fluid; a type of fallacy, pitches discrepant and still, still melding together.

it's reassuring that she doesn't mean to hurt him, that past the sinews and tendons of their biology that there might be a likeness in their derisive infatuation with the sea.

the ocean that they both know, similar and dissimilar at once. ]

Thank you for hearing me out, Oona.

[ his fingers scrunch down over hers, squeezing. ]

It means more than I could ever say.

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I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue

b! adds to the kiss pile ...

aaww yiiiiss

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