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He look straight out of a story, a children’s book. he was the princesses with shiny purple hair, pink pearly eyes, and pink flushed cheeks. He pulled himself up out of the water hoisting himself onto the concrete, that when I caught a gimps of it. Not only did this clothes dissapear into nothingness he had purple-blue scales lining his pelvis ombreing into what I can only assume is a tale. Droplets flying of him in the most perfect way. they looked like pearls everything felt like it was in slow motion. he was beautiful yes but, even his beauty couldn’t make me forget the most important part, he isn’t just any princesses it turns out he Ariel!
“YOUR A MERMAN !!” I fell to the ground, dropping the iced coffee Rafayel had handed me. I made a seemingly harmless joke about how he avoided water like the plague around me, and how he must he a mermaid or something and a split second later he conformed ‘yeah I’m am. Actually I have gills and breathe through them!’ sarcastic prick. Maybe I shouldn’t have second guessed him or taunted him cause then he handed me his drink and jumped in to the lake. I was expecting him to drown not this, I don’t know which scenario is better finding out this big secret or watching him drown.
“Earth to bodyguard,” he said waving his hand in front of me I looked down to see was was normal again.” my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” he smirked
“I wasn’t hallucinating right you had a tail just now?!”
“Really I did ?”
“No no no don’t do this to me, you did I’m not crazy your a mermaid.”
“Merman actually, wait no sea god would be more appropriate ?” he smirked tapping his chin leaning down to me, he was fucking with me mermaids were fantasy, children’s stories and I was not a child.
“Stop toying with me.”
“Are you getting angry, don’t do that.” he snaps in front of me “Don’t miss this.” and opened his palm to reveal a small blue fish it was transparent it looked to be made of water. it reflected all the color around us pink, orange, green.
“I’m a lemerian!” he smiled at me gazing into my eyes before turning away “And you are one of my loyal subjects!” the wind picked up his hair and moved it out of his eyes.
All I could do is stare at him and wonder what could make him bare such a bittersweet expression? why does he always get like this around me? what bitter past is he reliving
“I’ll keep your. secret don’t worry!” I tug on his white sleeve all he does is smile.