you're crashing, but you're no wave [adina]

[caspian]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LITTLE SURFER, LITTLE ONE, MADE MY HEART COME UNDONE. It’s a delightfully sunny day in Sepalum, the skies cloudless and blue, the sun reflecting off the ocean surface and sending cascading fragments of light into the water. A young merman is just beneath the surface of the water, long, blue-black hair waywardly drifting behind him as he cruises the floors closest to the sandy beaches, looking for something he could call treasure. Caspian is an adventuresome creature, eager and curious in the best possible ways, and often strays close to the peninsula shore, near a place the locals call Rosa Beach, scouring the underwater sands for trinkets that shine. He hasn’t had much luck with finding anything worthwhile today, though; usually sunnier days bring people to the ocean and much more fortune. Caspian has learned in his time here that people are careless and will lose their possessions to the sea because of it. However, today is different; there are no patrons at the beach today, no surfers or adventuresome divers. As Caspian infrequently comes up for air, he’s met with an almost bothersome view of desolateness. Earlier this morning, he had mere attributed the scarceness of people to the time, but as the sun rises higher into the sky, indicating noon, and then afternoon, Caspian ends up having to assume that not many people are interested in the beach today, aside from a straggler or two that has walked along the edge of the tide, getting their feet and ankles wet. Caspian heaves a grand sigh and dives back underneath the surface, glancing along the submerged sands lining the beach until the steep drop off a few yards further. Caspian tends to stay away from said drop-off; there are undersea rumors of great evils as you swim deeper into the waters, and as adventurous as Caspian sometimes claims to be, he doesn’t yet have a death wish. He swims along the line of sand slowly, eyeing things carefully, pausing to shift sand when his eyes play tricks on him and make something insignificant glimmer. He’s very close to giving up with a pinprick of sharp pain jabs at his tale. Hissing in discomfort, Caspian twists his body to see what has assaulted him, only to be jerked forward a few inches through the water. “What the...?” He starts, only to get jerked forward again, this time almost a foot. Struggling, now, he tugs against the invisible force that tethers him, only for his fins to get tangled in some sort of string. He realizes, belatedly, that someone has hooked him. He’s heard stories about this! Terrible ones, that end with fish and sharks and mermaids alike beached and left for dead, and he is not going to go like that, damn it! Despite his aggressive thinking, he continues to be pulled ever closer to the shore, his fin eventually breaking the water’s surface. With a surge of adrenaline, Caspian propels himself forward in a desperate attempt to escape; a huge splash follows, and while he assumes it was his tail, he isn’t quite sure. Pushing himself upright so the right end of his body breaks the surface, he furiously glances around for his captor, eyeing the beach. “Hey!” He calls, voice aggravated as much as it is desperate, “Let me go!” tagged: adina! words: 545 notes: sorry this sucks omg TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px #ddcc77; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] She hadn't really planned on it, in fact she had wanted to spend the day at home, tending to her garden. However, her neighbour had raised an interesting point, she should try fishing. Never in her life had she ever tried such an activity, and still now she was hesitant, but, her unusually enthusiastic, but caring neighbour had suggested she try at the very least, since everyone else was doing it. And so Adina set out for the nearest body of water she knew of, bringing with her a cheap fishing pole, basic tackle, and a net. The day was almost over, but the sun continued beat down the town on this homey little peninsula, and as she walked down the path that lead to the beach, a map drawn by her neighbour was provided for her, with gear in hand, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Once she arrived she noticed that there wasn't much of a crowd today, barely even any people at all. "How strange..." she murmured, usually with such a beautiful day she had assumed that the beach would at least have the regular mingling couples and visiting families. It was one of the reasons she tended to avoid such a place, since there was usually a large crowd. No matter, it didn't really concern her. Walking down the dock, she sat on the very edge, placing her belongings beside her. She even took off her shoes so she could dip her feet into the cool, crystalline water. Looking out into the horizon, she sighed wistfully, as a light breeze blew past making her bright red hair sway. When she was considerably younger, she used to wonder what the ocean looked, smelled, and felt like. Now she was here, experiencing the real thing and yet somehow she felt unusually hollow. Shaking her head to rid herself of any depressing thoughts, she prepared herself for the daunting task of fishing, and wondered if she actually had the skill to even catch anything. Shrugging and blowing caution to the wind, she tied her tackle to the end of the fishing line, swinging the pole back slightly and then threw the line forward, it didn't reach far, but perhaps she could catch some sardines or something. Seconds, Minutes and soon it had been an hour and still nothing. ah well, she didn't really expect much. Her patience was wearing thin anyways and if she stayed another hour, she was going to fall asleep and fall into the water. Standing up, she began to reel the line back when suddenly it stopped, or rather, it snagged on something. "Oh please don't be rock." she begged as she tried to continue reeling the line in. Whatever was hooked on her line, it was big. It took great effort for her to turn the reel, but soon enough whatever was on the other end of the line, it started to pull back. "Oh dear...ohdear....what do I do?!" she panicked, and without much thought she did the only thing there was to do, she pulled. Exerting effort that she was not used to expending, she pulled the pole up trying to get either her line back, or for whatever it was on her line to surface. Tug-of-war was definitely not her sport. Just as she was about to give up and let go of the pole altogether, the pole was suddenly tugged forward, escaping her grip, but not without taking her with it. "AH--!" Her scream was cut short as she plunged headfirst into the water. Her initial panic had now turned into unbridled terror as she flailed around trying to return to the surface. When her head finally broke through, she took a large greedy gasp of air. She thought she heard someone shouting at her, but at the moment all she could really pay attention to was her own screams. "AH! S-somebody! Help! I can't swim! Help!" She called, as she continued to flail against the surface, trying to keep head above the water. 'Uwuu...this is one of the moments where I wish my breasts were good for something else...like floating!'

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LAIKA OF GS!

[caspian]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LITTLE SURFER, LITTLE ONE, MADE MY HEART COME UNDONE. It’s relieving to Caspian when he finally spots the person -- woman, if the long hair and high-pitched screaming is anything to go by -- who snagged him, although her protesting sets him on edge. Why the hell would anyone be near the ocean if they couldn’t swim?! Her constant flailing is doing her no good, either, likely just making her sink faster. In any normal circumstances, Caspian may’ve said to hell with her and swam away, but he’s still tangled in the pole line; his movements are awkward, fighting the pull of the thread woven around his tail and dorsal fins. With a long-suffering sigh, Caspian propels himself ahead, realizing as he gets closer to the shore that -- this woman could actually touch the ground if she stopped flailing and just stood up. “Hey!” Caspian calls, grabbing for her and missing by a long-shot. “You can stand up, you know!” He says, though his words seem to be lost on her. Rolling his eyes, the young merman dives underneath the shallow surface and rockets forward, arms encircling the young woman’s waist. The speed of his swimming keeps their momentum going, and even with her flailing and general hollering, Caspian manages to get her to the shore. Panting, Caspian lifts himself away from her, glaring. “What are you doing?!” He asks, shoving his wet hair from his face. His tail is still mostly submerged in shallow water, but his upper body is on the sand, tail swishing pitifully with the fishing line still wrapped around it. A few feet away, the pole floats upon the surface of the water -- too innocently for something that’s caused so much trouble, Caspian thinks with a glare. He turns back to the woman, eyes still hard. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that fishing that close to shore is useless?” He demands, though -- there might not be much truth to that, as she managed to snag him. He digresses. “Get me get untangled,” he commands, flipping onto his back and struggling with the line with no avail. “You stupid humans with your stupid fishing poles and your stupid -- why can’t you swim? Everyone knows how to swim,” Caspian half-grumbles, brows furrowed over his eyes. “Why. Can’t. I. Untangle this!” Caspian yells, frustration peaking. He flaps his tail fin in exasperation, then quickly turns to glare at the woman. “Help me!” He tells her. tagged: adina! words: 400 notes: meet caspian aka biggest brat in the sea TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px #ddcc77; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] Her arms were getting tired, her throat sore from her shrieking, if no one came to her rescue soon, she would die. A prospect she had not thought she would fulfill so soon. She was pretty much ready to say her prayers and re-live her regrets when suddenly a heavy weight wrapped around her waist. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was terrified of dying a watery death, now she was going to die a bloody watery death. "W-what?! Ah! A shark, help!" she honestly wasn't certain it was a shark, but all she cared about right now was that something had a hold of her and it was taking her with them. "Oh please, I don't want to die! I want to live to be as old as 103 and have 50 children! I want to be able to know what it's like to eat large amounts of ice cream and not get brain freeze!" Her irrational ramblings continued until she was unceremoniously dumped on the shore, and before she could wrap her mind around how she got there, someone was practically looming over her and firing off questions and demands. She gaped at the...the...'W-what is that? Is it...some kind of man-shark? Ah! He's look angry...and scary. Oh no, he's not going to eat me is he?' "I-I-It was my first time fishing...uwuu..." She tried to reply to his demand, but her eyes grew teary and her lip trembled trying to suppress a sob. She wasn't really sure what she did, but somehow she knew she was in trouble, giving excuses however seemed futile since this...this...shark-man was already quite upset, and she suspected that trying to explain herself would only anger him further. He was saying something about being untangled and that was when something shiny caught her eye. 'Untangled?...What...? Oh my fishing pole!' She thought noticing the line had tangled around the shark-man's scaly tail. She'd been so entranced by the fact he had a tail, with fins to boot that she nearly jumped a mile high when he demanded she help him. "E-Eh?" She questioned unintelligibly, how was she supposed to help, she knew nothing about how to handle such a situation. it wasn't exactly everyday that people just happened to catch a shark-man on their line. "Oh!" She exclaimed again, and without saying much she stood on her wobbly legs and ran off... ...back to the edge of the dock and retrieving her bag. She quickly tried to return to the shark-man, but ended up slipping and landing face first against the hard-wood of the dock. Groaning in pain, she winced as she reached up to her slightly reddened face, her finger brushing lightly against her nose. When she pulled her fingers away, they were slightly stained with blood. She shook her head, there was no time to worry about it now, she had someone else to take care of. Once she finally returned to the shark-man's side, with no further accidents, she rummaged through her bag, looking for a particular object to set the man free. "I know I have it here somewhere..." she muttered fingering around chaos for another few moments, she finally grasped what she was seeking and with triumphant smile, she pulled out a hunting knife. "Aha! I knew I kept this for a reason." Turning back to face the man she offered the knife. "Here, this should hel..." Her words trailed off to the winds as she finally got a good look at this shark-man. Long dark hair, dark-eyes, though she supposed the most prominent thing that her brain registered was his state of dress, or lack there of. She blinked once, twice as her eyes slowly trailed from his neck to his shoulders then to-- "OH MY GOODNESS WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" She exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes to not only save her sanity, but to keep her eyes from roaming and her mind free of immoral thought. 'Oh dear, if I'd know there would be naked shark-men in the ocean I would have never tried fishing!'

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LAIKA OF GS!

[caspian]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LITTLE SURFER, LITTLE ONE, MADE MY HEART COME UNDONE. If Caspian isn’t three seconds away from strangling her before, he’s got her whole murder plotted as she runs off. “Hey!” He calls, snarling at her receding form. “Don’t leave me here!” He glares at her back as she runs for the dock to grab her bag before leaving. This is terrible. She’s terrible. She’s the worst person ever and this is the worst day of his young life, so it’s a little satisfying when she falls flat on her face as she tries to hurry back down the dock, but aside from a smirk, he doesn’t let it show. He turns back to the fishline tangled around his tail, fruitlessly trying to untangle himself before he ends up stuck like this forever. He can see it now: Caspian, Gimp of the Sea. He’s so distracted by trying to free himself that he doesn’t notice that the girl is running back to him until after she drops down next to him on the sand, surprising him. “Wha -- I thought you left,” he accuses, although it’s painfully clear that she had no intention of stranding him here, and he highly doubts it was his pitifulness that kept her there. He hasn’t been all that nice. Certainly not nice enough to keep someone around long enough to help him out. He could use some personality work, he supposes. He briefly stops his struggling with the line as she searches for something in the basket she’s carrying, a little wary of her triumphant grin when she pulls out an object with a handle and a sharp edge. Caspian doesn’t know what it’s called, but he isn’t sure he wants it all that close to him. This girl has been a little unpredictable so far. “What’s that?” He asks, eyeing it even as she pauses in her movement, eyes trailing down from Caspian’s face to his shoulders and -- “Excuse me,” he deadpans, only to jerk backwards when she starts yelling about the fact that he’s “naked”. Naked is not exactly the term he would use, but he supposes it’s true -- he’s not wearing any clothing like she and the other humans do. Merpeople don’t really have a need to overdress; the most he’s seen are shells covering a woman’s breasts, and even then, they’re lightweight and miniscule. “Stop freaking out!” Caspian demands, unconsciously moving as far away from the object in her hands as physically possible. “I’m not even naked! I mean, I am naked, but I’m not -- indecent!" He cries, trying to calm her down enough to where she’ll actually, oh, cut the line. “Hey!” He tries again, grabbing the wrist of the hand that she’s holding the object in. “Can you calm down and get me out of this or not?!” He asks, voice raised and tone aggravated. He doesn’t believe this woman. Surely not all humans are like this! tagged: adina! words: 478 notes: i dont even know TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[flowerpower]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px #ddcc77; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] She was jolted suddenly as this....shark-man grabbed her wrist, not just her wrist, but the one where she held the one item in her life that held any meaning. She had to bite her lip, practically drawing blood as she suppressed the urge to throw a snappish comment unexpectedly at this man. Annoyance started to bubble within her, but she tamped it down. After all, she had no right to be angry since she was the one at fault. She'd just have to brush off his slight offense for the time being. Being careful to keep her eyes at their connected hands, she peeled each of his fingers gently away from her wrist. Once her wrist was free, she pulled it close to her person, being wary to keep her hunting knife from his reach. With as much courage as she could muster, she looked up at the boy's face, making sure to control the urge to have her eyes wander else where. "Look, I'm trying help! But I can't exactly concentrate when you're...half-naked. It might not be indecent, but with my morals and virtue on the line, I refuse to do anything until you are covered up!" Her was still it's normal breathy whisper, but her tone it was clipped and strained. With that said, she turned her face away and looked around the beach. There just had to be something she could cover him with, a blanket maybe. "I could do it with my eyes closed but...if he flinches, I might cut him by accident. If that happens, I'd have to worry about bringing him to the hospital...Oh! wait, since he's a shark-man do I bring him to the hospital or the vet?" She muttered quietly to herself as she weighed some of her options. Looking down to the sand, her eyes caught sight of the once flowy dress that was now sticking to her body like a second skin. 'I wonder if I could use this...it'll only be for a moment.' She contemplated the idea as she fingered the soft fabric, the color of it's floral pattern looking much darker because of the moisture. Without further thought, she pulled the hem of the dress up over her legs, then to her stomach before she remembered something, turning back to the shark-man. "Don't look! It's rude!" Red stained her cheeks as she turned her face away again and even turned her body slightly so her back faced the stranger. Hesitating for only a moment, she pulled the dress off and over her head, leaving her with only her camisole and shorts. Her cheeks were burning like a thousand suns, at the predicament but desperate times called for desperate measures. 'if my parents saw me like this, they'd probably curse me to the ends of the earth'. Taking the dress, as she sighed dejectedly, she offered it to the man, while making sure her eyes were lowered to the sand. "Here, just cover your chest." "When I start to cut the wire, try not to flinch okay? I'm good with a knife, but I can't exactly guarantee I won't accidentally cut you if you move." Looking back up again, she tried to give him a reassuring smile. "You'll just have to trust me."

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LAIKA OF GS!

[caspian]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LITTLE SURFER, LITTLE ONE, MADE MY HEART COME UNDONE. Caspian’s eyes harden as she reaches for his fingers with her other hand, but he relinquishes his grip as she plucks them from her wrist then clutches her hand close to her, pressed over her breasts. Caspian takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, averting his eyes to the sand, somewhat embarrassed, now, that he’s been wordlessly reprimanded for his actions. His annoyance returns full-force, however, when she snaps at him, though he isn’t sure if it’s from peaking aggravation or humiliation for the situation as a whole. “Morals and virtue...?” Caspian repeats warily, raising a brow even though she turns her back to him, muttering to herself. Caspian is really starting to worry for her sanity and his safety. Maybe he could just scoot back into the ocean...Of course, this thought it jerked from his mind the moment he sees the woman’s fingers curl around the hem of her dress and pull upwards. “What are you -- ?” He starts to ask, his cheeks coloring, but she turns to him, demanding he not look, and Caspian’s mouth snaps shut. He obediently places his hand over his eyes, palm pressed against them, and grumbles under his breath. After what feels like eternity (he’s going to shrivel up and die at this rate), she turns to face him, now only sporting a tank top and shorts. She passes him the dress and asks him to cover his chest, which he does, but not without an accompanying eye roll. His expression goes serious, though, as she explains to him what she’s going to do. Caspian isn’t sure how much he trusts her, but he doesn’t really have a choice at this point. “Yeah, okay, whatever,” Caspian says, sucking in a breath as she nears him with the knife. “Just -- be careful with that thing,” he says, though his voice is considerably quieter now that he’s becoming genuinely worried. “I -- ” he starts, cutting himself off and swallowing. “I trust you.” tagged: adina! words: 328 notes: ew, bad post, sorry TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[flowerpower]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px #ddcc77; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] Nodding silently, she tentatively reached out to the closest snarled piece of the fishing line, she figured by taking things slow it wouldn't startle the poor shark-man. As she carefully tugged at the piece with her knife, it didn't give way immediately and she actually had to saw her way to cut it. 'Either my knife is getting dull, or this one hell of a fishing line for a cheap pole.' Looking up at the shark-man, she couldn't quite tell whether his body language read pensive, hesitant, fearful...or whatever, he could be angry for all she knew. She never was much for reading people...or at least, she wasn't anymore. Despite her uncertainty, it did remind her of something. "It's called a knife." She quietly stated as she spun the knife in her hand expertly, before returning to cutting another piece of the fishing line. "We use it to cut or pierce things. This particular knife was given to me by a dear friend of mine. It's quite precious to me." She always found that distracting her...'patients' were the best way she could guarantee that their nervousness would not cause undue harm. She tried to keep her tone even, and her hands steady, despite her own nervousness. "Um...do you...uh..." She wasn't really sure what to ask, or how to continue this one-sided conversation, after-all...what do you ask a shark-man anyways? She sighed as she mentally slapped herself for the next words that were to come from her mouth. "Do you...come here often?" She visually cringed, even she knew her question sounded and was stupid. "Actually nevermind, that was terrible. H-How about, um...I ask you for your name? After this whole mess, I bet you've been wondering what my name is so you can properly insult and scold me." She chuckled slightly at the thought and took another piece of the wire to cut. "My name is Adina, by the way. Adina Ross. I'm a teac-...oh right. I'm a baker." She would have offered her hand to shake, but she was busy and quite honestly, she was a still a little frazzled from his earlier contact.

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LAIKA OF GS!

[caspian]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LITTLE SURFER, LITTLE ONE, MADE MY HEART COME UNDONE. Caspian tenses as Adina nears him with the sharp thing, but otherwise stays still as she saws through the line, a small amount of the tightness disappearing as it gives. Caspian lets out the breath he’d been holding and laughs nervously, ecstatic to be freed from at least a piece of what’s binding him. He ends up clamping his lips shut, however, as the object nears him again, closer to his fin, now. She works quietly until something strikes her and she glances at him, spinning the thing calls a “knife” in her hand, causing Caspian to wince and shy away from her, worried that if it slips, he’ll lose his dorsal fin. She doesn’t drop it, though, instead going to cut through more of the line, and Caspian holds perfectly still as she does so, a bead of sweat forming at his hairline at how nervous he is. “Like a slicer,” he finally says, offhanded, as most of his focus is preoccupied. “That’s...nice,” he adds at her other statement, swallowing thickly. He really, really wants this over with. His nerves are completely shot at this point. The girl continues speaking, stumbling over her words until she ends up settling on Do you come here often? Caspian doesn’t really know what that’s supposed to mean, since the only line he’s ever gotten is the one wrapped around his tail, but he has enough sense to know she’s embarrassed to have said it. She cringes and revokes it, asking for his name, instead. Caspian isn’t sure whether or not he should give it to her, since she could, y’know, find him again, but she barrels forward and introduces herself as Adina, her eyes firmly on the line she’s working through with the slicer -- knife. “I’m Caspian,” the merman introduces, clutching the material of the dress against his chest tightly as the line gives again and startles him. “What’s a baker?” He asks, tail twitching of its own accord. He sucks in an unsteady breath, trying to calm himself. Maybe he could...no, not here. He’s never even done it before, doesn’t know how to begin. Besides, she’s already freaking out enough about a naked torso...if he transforms into a human, she’d probably make him put the dress on. tagged: adina! words: 379 notes: caspian pls (im sorry i barely gave you anything to go off of ughgh) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN