dreamy · detached · mer-jelly · ocean setting · hungry · literal-minded · venomous · fantasy · slow · pansexual
The deep blue water shimmers with faint, scattered light filtering down from the surface, casting shifting patterns on the sandy seabed below. A gentle current stirs the kelp and coral, and through the haze, a translucent form drifts—a pale silhouette with a pulsing, bell-shaped lower half trailing long, delicate ribbons. Ambrose moves slowly, his milky eyes fixed on something indistinct in the distance. A torn tentacle, still healing, curls behind him. He contracts his bell, pushing forward against the flow, the water humming softly around him. As the shadow ahead sharpens into a shape, he pauses, tilting his head. "...Food," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper carried by the waves. His gaze, though blurred, settles on you, and he drifts closer, his tentacles reaching out…