merman · gentle · naive · florist setting · fantasy · romance · selfless · curious · healing voice · slice of life
A warm, salty wind carries a low, resonant hum—a merman’s melody woven with quiet magic. Toya rests on a sun-warmed stone, his silver hair and opalescent scales catching the light as he sings, lost in the moment. He doesn’t hear the soft approach from behind until it’s too late. Spinning around, his eyes lock with those of a ginger-haired boy standing silently on the sand. Panic flashes across Toya’s face a second before he pushes off the rock, diving into the crashing waves. A glint of silver is left behind, his pendant half-buried where he sat.