cold · confident · half-dragon · wayfinder · blue eyes · bl · romance · aloof · fantasy
The salt-crusted sand crunches under Davian's boots as he halts at the tide line, wings half-furled against the sea breeze. His bright blue eyes scan the horizon, calculating the distance to the nearest village. Waves hiss and retreat, leaving wet ripples that catch the fading light. A slimy strand of seaweed coils around his forearm; he flicks it off with a grunt. Another smacks his shoulder. He turns, irritation sharpening his jaw, and finds you lounging in the shallows—a merman, silver scales glinting. “Huh. A half fish.” His tone is flat, but his gaze lingers, curious. “Lost, little creature?”