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tamingthemuseTitle: Waking Alone.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Rune Stone
Warnings: none.
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of my Without Words story line. Tyler just found a merman frozen in ice.
Tyler eyed the merman sleeping on the bed, the black blanket fluffy around his pale white skin. His eyes moved rapidly under thin lids in his restless sleep.
The merman was striking. His features were sharp, with a pointed nose and chin. Along the curve of his ears were three points, thin strips of skin stretched between them, covered with a light dusting of scales. There was a scattering of scales behind his ears and heading down his neck and under the blanket they had brought up to his shoulders. His hair was a wild mess, curling on the pillow and spilling off the side of the cot. It was green, and that was speaking lightly. Every lock of hair was a different color of green, some pine green, and some lime green. Others were teal and sea foam and jade. Then, surprisingly, there were strands of orange sprinkled in the green. His lashes were lime green, and there was a shadow of green on the thin skin of his lids.
Tyler’s eyes roamed the thin frame hidden by the blanket and leaned forward in his seat. The merman’s green lips parted in his sleep. He wondered if they were as cold as they looked. The merman had been dug out of a solid chuck of glacier ice and the thought alone made Tyler shiver in remembered cold. Before he knew it, Tyler’s hand was away from his body, fingers touching the chilled skin of the merman’s cheek.
The skin was rougher than a human’s. There were invisible scales on his cheeks Tyler hadn’t noticed before. They were tiny and, now that he noticed, shimmered in the low light slipping through the porthole.
The merman moved away from Tyler’s touch, a frown flicking over his brows. Tyler froze and watched with trepidation as the merman settled back into the cot. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure the merman was once again sleep.
As the merman moved, his hair caught on something and Tyler reached forward. He tugged free a lock of hair that had been twisted and tied and knotted around a bit of twine and stone. Tyler leaned forward to see better and rubbed a thumb over the stone, surprised to see an etching on it.
Tyler didn’t know anything about runes and the rune stone meant nothing to him, but as this was the only thing on the merman that wasn’t something found in nature, it captivated him. He licked his lips and committed the rune to memory so he could look it up later, once they returned to civilization.
Had the merman made it himself? Did that mean mer-people had developed technology? Or was it a gift from a human? Did mer-people and humans have a secret connection?
Before his thoughts could wonder too far away, Tyler suddenly realized that he was looking down into a pair of eerie orange eyes. They were larger than a human’s and held an intelligence that Tyler shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to see.
A heartbeat passed them by, then the merman was in motion. He shoved at Tyler, hitting him in the shoulder and shoving him back into his seat. The merman twisted in the blanket, his massive tail curling up around his hips and he sat upright, sharp teeth exposed as a low hiss filled the room.
Tyler held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. The bright orange eyes narrowed at him and seemed to coruscate in the low light. A chill coursed down Tyler’s spine that had nothing to do with the freezing wind from the Arctic.
Now that the creature was awake, a weight was lifted off Tyler’s shoulders. He had been so afraid that the merman was damaged beyond repair. It was a relief to know that he wasn’t locked in a coma. He began to smile and the merman stiffened, the hissing growing louder.
Tyler quickly wiped the smile from his face and carefully stood, moving away from the cot. The merman watched him, his whole body tense and alert. His tail, heavy and solid, thumped on the cot’s mattress with a loud thud, reminding Tyler of an angry cat.
As Tyler backed away, the merman finally stopped hissing. In a flash, his expression changed from threatening to confused as he blinked at Tyler. His head tilted to one side, his hair trailing over his shoulder with the knotted twine and stone.
Tyler’s mouth moved as he tried to think up anything to say. What did one say to a merman? To a merman that’s been frozen in ice for who knows how long?
“H-hello,” he finally forced past his lips.
The merman straightened his back, then turned away from Tyler, reaching for the edge of the cot. He shot Tyler a glance over his shoulder, as if to make sure he was still there, then flipped his tail fully onto the cot so that he could reach out for the porthole. As his body stretched, Tyler gasped. The merman couldn’t reach and gave up before whipping his head around to glare at Tyler.
They stared at each other for a moment, then the merman reached for him, imperiously. He held out his hands for Tyler to step closer. Once he did so, the merman latched onto him, pulling himself into Tyler’s arms, entwining his arms around Tyler’s neck and his tail around his hips. He then pointed to the door and hissed sharply at Tyler when he didn’t move fast enough.
Dumbfounded, Tyler moved to the door, struggled to open it, and then moved up the narrow stairs to the upper deck. He sighed and realized that even against a fictional being, he was weak willed.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Rune Stone
Warnings: none.
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of my Without Words story line. Tyler just found a merman frozen in ice.
Tyler eyed the merman sleeping on the bed, the black blanket fluffy around his pale white skin. His eyes moved rapidly under thin lids in his restless sleep.
The merman was striking. His features were sharp, with a pointed nose and chin. Along the curve of his ears were three points, thin strips of skin stretched between them, covered with a light dusting of scales. There was a scattering of scales behind his ears and heading down his neck and under the blanket they had brought up to his shoulders. His hair was a wild mess, curling on the pillow and spilling off the side of the cot. It was green, and that was speaking lightly. Every lock of hair was a different color of green, some pine green, and some lime green. Others were teal and sea foam and jade. Then, surprisingly, there were strands of orange sprinkled in the green. His lashes were lime green, and there was a shadow of green on the thin skin of his lids.
Tyler’s eyes roamed the thin frame hidden by the blanket and leaned forward in his seat. The merman’s green lips parted in his sleep. He wondered if they were as cold as they looked. The merman had been dug out of a solid chuck of glacier ice and the thought alone made Tyler shiver in remembered cold. Before he knew it, Tyler’s hand was away from his body, fingers touching the chilled skin of the merman’s cheek.
The skin was rougher than a human’s. There were invisible scales on his cheeks Tyler hadn’t noticed before. They were tiny and, now that he noticed, shimmered in the low light slipping through the porthole.
The merman moved away from Tyler’s touch, a frown flicking over his brows. Tyler froze and watched with trepidation as the merman settled back into the cot. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure the merman was once again sleep.
As the merman moved, his hair caught on something and Tyler reached forward. He tugged free a lock of hair that had been twisted and tied and knotted around a bit of twine and stone. Tyler leaned forward to see better and rubbed a thumb over the stone, surprised to see an etching on it.
Tyler didn’t know anything about runes and the rune stone meant nothing to him, but as this was the only thing on the merman that wasn’t something found in nature, it captivated him. He licked his lips and committed the rune to memory so he could look it up later, once they returned to civilization.
Had the merman made it himself? Did that mean mer-people had developed technology? Or was it a gift from a human? Did mer-people and humans have a secret connection?
Before his thoughts could wonder too far away, Tyler suddenly realized that he was looking down into a pair of eerie orange eyes. They were larger than a human’s and held an intelligence that Tyler shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to see.
A heartbeat passed them by, then the merman was in motion. He shoved at Tyler, hitting him in the shoulder and shoving him back into his seat. The merman twisted in the blanket, his massive tail curling up around his hips and he sat upright, sharp teeth exposed as a low hiss filled the room.
Tyler held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. The bright orange eyes narrowed at him and seemed to coruscate in the low light. A chill coursed down Tyler’s spine that had nothing to do with the freezing wind from the Arctic.
Now that the creature was awake, a weight was lifted off Tyler’s shoulders. He had been so afraid that the merman was damaged beyond repair. It was a relief to know that he wasn’t locked in a coma. He began to smile and the merman stiffened, the hissing growing louder.
Tyler quickly wiped the smile from his face and carefully stood, moving away from the cot. The merman watched him, his whole body tense and alert. His tail, heavy and solid, thumped on the cot’s mattress with a loud thud, reminding Tyler of an angry cat.
As Tyler backed away, the merman finally stopped hissing. In a flash, his expression changed from threatening to confused as he blinked at Tyler. His head tilted to one side, his hair trailing over his shoulder with the knotted twine and stone.
Tyler’s mouth moved as he tried to think up anything to say. What did one say to a merman? To a merman that’s been frozen in ice for who knows how long?
“H-hello,” he finally forced past his lips.
The merman straightened his back, then turned away from Tyler, reaching for the edge of the cot. He shot Tyler a glance over his shoulder, as if to make sure he was still there, then flipped his tail fully onto the cot so that he could reach out for the porthole. As his body stretched, Tyler gasped. The merman couldn’t reach and gave up before whipping his head around to glare at Tyler.
They stared at each other for a moment, then the merman reached for him, imperiously. He held out his hands for Tyler to step closer. Once he did so, the merman latched onto him, pulling himself into Tyler’s arms, entwining his arms around Tyler’s neck and his tail around his hips. He then pointed to the door and hissed sharply at Tyler when he didn’t move fast enough.
Dumbfounded, Tyler moved to the door, struggled to open it, and then moved up the narrow stairs to the upper deck. He sighed and realized that even against a fictional being, he was weak willed.
