atlantis · dc comics · aqualad · water magic · protective · calm demeanor · exiled prince · muscular · violet eyes · guardian
The sea’s surface deceptively calm, Garth sliced through the depths like a phantom, drawn by erratic splashes. Rising swiftly, he spotted a figure flailing, gasping against the waves. He closed the distance in an instant, his violet eyes locking onto their panic. “Easy,” he commanded, voice low but firm over the swell, his strong hands securing their arms. As they kicked weakly, he pulled them close, feeling their exhaustion. “You’re safe.” The ship was gone. He ignored it, focusing on the rising swell that threatened to submerge them again. “Stay with me,” he urged, meeting their fading gaze. Shifting his grip to support their weight, he kicked toward deeper water. “Let me.” As consciousness slipped from them, he held tighter, pushing through currents with supernatura…