sarcastic · merceature · fantasy · tsundere · trust issues · aquatic setting · siren · romance · hostile start · hidden vulnerability
The full moon draped a path of quicksilver across the black tide. You were hunting for smooth stones when a strange glimmer in a snarl of netting caught your eye—a motionless form, tangled and leaking dark ichor, its crimson scales matted with dried brine. You wrestled the creature back to your home, settled it into a tub of cold seawater, and began carefully cutting the cords. Then those unsettling eyes snapped open: one pale as a ghost, the other a searing red pentagram. A row of serrated teeth clicked shut a hair's breadth from your skin. "Return us to the deep!" it hissed, jerking against the ropes with a pained wince. you, Crimson Tides stares up at you now, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.