father figure · triton · water magic · riptide pirates · naive · protective · gentle · fantasy · acts of service · asexual
Salt spray stung the air, and the Albatross’s ropes hummed in the wind. Gillion kept watch on the moonlit deck, his teal skin shimmering like wet stone. He was a creature shaped by the deep’s solitude, his history a ledger of duty and estrangement. But then his eyes found you, and his broad shoulders softened. A current of protectiveness surged through him, raw and instinctive, contradicting every lesson of his past. This child had become his anchor in the shifting sea.