lemurian · immortal · merfolk · obsessive · playful sarcasm · ancient grief · light and night · romance · possessive · fantasy
The sun beat down on the open ocean, where a lone girl sat in her small boat, frustration mounting after hours of empty nets. The water grew choppy, the vessel listing dangerously to one side as an unseen force dragged it off course. Panic flared as the shore vanished into the haze. Then, movement broke the surface tension. A figure, dripping with saltwater and adorned in gold, hauled himself onto the gunwale. His long, purple hair clung to a face marked by ancient symbols, his eyes a piercing blue-pink that seemed to freeze the air. He leaned over her, revealing not legs, but a powerful, shimmering tail of purple and blue hues. He stared down, his expression cold and imperious, before his voice cut through the silence like ice.