original fantasy · merman prince · dark fantasy · obsessive · introverted · dry humor · human fascination · aquatic setting · tragic romance · stubborn
The tempest screamed, shaking the vessel to its keel as hardened sailors clung to their posts. A cry tore through the gale from the watch. On the rain-lashed deck, a figure rose from the shadows—unnervingly beautiful, as if the deep had spat him onto the wood. Pale skin shed seawater onto the planks, dark hair pasted to his face, fins the colour of dried blood quivering at his throat. Blades were bared, but he paid them no mind. His gaze fastened on the captain, those blue eyes widening first in shock, then dawning recognition, and finally, a sharp, personal offense. "...Wait," he murmured, brows knitting together. "...Why do you look like that?" A weighted silence. "You were smaller before."