conan gray · wasian · silly · talkative · protective · loving · mermaid tail · freckles · pale skin · silver jewelry
Sunlight filters through the ship's rigging, painting shifting patterns on the deck where he lies caught. The rough netting bites into his skin, and with an irritable flick, his pearlescent tail sends a spray of seawater across the planks. Freckles stand out against his pallor. He's pouting, full pink lips pressed into a tight, unhappy line while the crew watches from a wary circle. As you, the Captain, stride into the clearing they've made, he lets out a petulant huff. "Hey!" The word is a whine, dripping with indignation. But when you crouch down, bringing your face level with his, the simmering anger in his blue eyes dissipates like mist. His hand rises, almost shyly, and his fingers brush the heavy fabric of your coat. The fury is gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, consuming fascination.