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rainbowfic2023-02-08 10:15 pm
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White Russian #9, Halloween Orange #22
Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Trade
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: White Russian #9. На Бо́га наде́йся, а сам не плоша́й. (Trust God, but have insurance.), Halloween Orange #22. Don't be chosen; make the choice to choose.
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), pastels (Year of the OTP prompt list; February prompt "mermaid au"), novelty beads (The sweetest of all sounds is praise. Xenophon), glue ("asking someone else for help can be an excellent opportunity to build a relationship.")
Word Count: 754
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: Don't think so for this one!
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Damn it.
Dallu sighed, and put the shell back down. Still not the right shape, still not the right--still just not right.
He could probably make the spell work with something other than a natural shell, but the work was complicated enough, it was unfamiliar, he’d traded a lot for the spell, and he’d rather not screw with replacing ingredients if he didn’t absolutely have to. Even if the shell technically wasn’t an ingredient, but the bowl he was supposed to mix the other ingredients in.
No, better not to take chances. Until he got a feel for this type of spell, he wouldn’t know how much wiggle room there was. Or whether the spell would fizzle out or fail...more spectacularly if he got it wrong.
Maybe if I go a little deeper, he thought, making a face. He’d already rolled his jeans up as far as he could, and the ocean was damn cold this time of year--
“Lookin’ for something?”
He blinked, distracted from sulking--he could’ve sworn the beach was deserted a minute ago--
…all right, then.
The beach was, probably, still deserted. But there was a woman perched on a rock a few yards out, with warm brown skin and a cocky, crooked smile, and a scaled, shimmery tail, shading gold at the edges of her fins.
A mermaid.
“Uh,” he said, intelligently. “You’re…you’re pretty far from home, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “Wanted to see what there was to see.” Her eyes flicked him up and down, and she smiled again. “So far, I like what I find.”
He could feel himself flush. “Thank you,” he said, and was proud of himself that he didn’t stammer.
She laughed, and it rippled in the air. “So, pretty human, what are you lookin’ for?”
He stopped himself before correcting her with his name--merfolk generally didn’t cause as much damage with a true name, even a partial true name, as land-based fae or faekin could, but some things were just common sense.
Besides. He kind of liked the sound of her calling him pretty.
“A shell,” he said.
“Right. What kind?”
“Bivalve, about so big, reddish, with seven ridges,” he said. “And not chipped.”
She tilted her head, then nodded. “I’ve seen a shell like that. A bit too deep for you to get to safe. …I could bring it back for you.”
Belatedly, it occurred to Dallu that he maybe shouldn’t have been giving quite this much information about what he was doing to a woman who had appeared out of thin air--or ocean--and started flirting with him.
But he wasn’t entirely stupid, and he could always refuse. Depending on her price.
He raised an eyebrow. “In exchange for…?”
She gave him another cocky, crooked grin. “How about a kiss?”
He flushed again. “That seems reasonable,” he said.
She laughed and dove off the rock, her tail flashing in the late-winter sunlight.
This is either the best or the worst decision I’ve ever made, Dallu thought.
Seconds later, before he had a chance to really regret it or decide to walk away, the mermaid’s head breached the surface again. “Got it!” she said, holding the shell up for him to inspect.
He took a couple steps deeper into the water, close enough to her to get a good look at the thing.
Close enough to reach out and touch her.
“Yeah, that’s--that’s perfect. Thank you.”
And, before it could get awkward with either of them overthinking it, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Her mouth was warmer than he’d expected, and--nice. It was nice. A very nice kiss.
She pulled away after a second, and pressed the shell into his hands, their fingers touching just for a moment.
“See you again, pretty human,” she said, giving him one more smile before diving back under the surface without a splash.
He’d waded out far enough that it didn’t really matter at this point, he was already soaked, but he appreciated the gesture.
“See you again,” he called after her.
He thought he imagined it, but he could’ve sworn he saw the glint of the sun reflected on golden scales. Like she was waving goodbye.
Of course, the smart thing to do would be to avoid this beach for a while, but the memory of that crooked grin, the feel of her hand as it brushed against his…
Best or worst decision of my life, he thought again.
He shook his head and waded back to the beach, smiling to himself.
He had a spell to work, and after…well.
Honestly, doing the smart thing all the time was overrated, anyway.
Story: A Trade
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: White Russian #9. На Бо́га наде́йся, а сам не плоша́й. (Trust God, but have insurance.), Halloween Orange #22. Don't be chosen; make the choice to choose.
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), pastels (Year of the OTP prompt list; February prompt "mermaid au"), novelty beads (The sweetest of all sounds is praise. Xenophon), glue ("asking someone else for help can be an excellent opportunity to build a relationship.")
Word Count: 754
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: Don't think so for this one!
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Damn it.
Dallu sighed, and put the shell back down. Still not the right shape, still not the right--still just not right.
He could probably make the spell work with something other than a natural shell, but the work was complicated enough, it was unfamiliar, he’d traded a lot for the spell, and he’d rather not screw with replacing ingredients if he didn’t absolutely have to. Even if the shell technically wasn’t an ingredient, but the bowl he was supposed to mix the other ingredients in.
No, better not to take chances. Until he got a feel for this type of spell, he wouldn’t know how much wiggle room there was. Or whether the spell would fizzle out or fail...more spectacularly if he got it wrong.
Maybe if I go a little deeper, he thought, making a face. He’d already rolled his jeans up as far as he could, and the ocean was damn cold this time of year--
“Lookin’ for something?”
He blinked, distracted from sulking--he could’ve sworn the beach was deserted a minute ago--
…all right, then.
The beach was, probably, still deserted. But there was a woman perched on a rock a few yards out, with warm brown skin and a cocky, crooked smile, and a scaled, shimmery tail, shading gold at the edges of her fins.
A mermaid.
“Uh,” he said, intelligently. “You’re…you’re pretty far from home, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “Wanted to see what there was to see.” Her eyes flicked him up and down, and she smiled again. “So far, I like what I find.”
He could feel himself flush. “Thank you,” he said, and was proud of himself that he didn’t stammer.
She laughed, and it rippled in the air. “So, pretty human, what are you lookin’ for?”
He stopped himself before correcting her with his name--merfolk generally didn’t cause as much damage with a true name, even a partial true name, as land-based fae or faekin could, but some things were just common sense.
Besides. He kind of liked the sound of her calling him pretty.
“A shell,” he said.
“Right. What kind?”
“Bivalve, about so big, reddish, with seven ridges,” he said. “And not chipped.”
She tilted her head, then nodded. “I’ve seen a shell like that. A bit too deep for you to get to safe. …I could bring it back for you.”
Belatedly, it occurred to Dallu that he maybe shouldn’t have been giving quite this much information about what he was doing to a woman who had appeared out of thin air--or ocean--and started flirting with him.
But he wasn’t entirely stupid, and he could always refuse. Depending on her price.
He raised an eyebrow. “In exchange for…?”
She gave him another cocky, crooked grin. “How about a kiss?”
He flushed again. “That seems reasonable,” he said.
She laughed and dove off the rock, her tail flashing in the late-winter sunlight.
This is either the best or the worst decision I’ve ever made, Dallu thought.
Seconds later, before he had a chance to really regret it or decide to walk away, the mermaid’s head breached the surface again. “Got it!” she said, holding the shell up for him to inspect.
He took a couple steps deeper into the water, close enough to her to get a good look at the thing.
Close enough to reach out and touch her.
“Yeah, that’s--that’s perfect. Thank you.”
And, before it could get awkward with either of them overthinking it, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Her mouth was warmer than he’d expected, and--nice. It was nice. A very nice kiss.
She pulled away after a second, and pressed the shell into his hands, their fingers touching just for a moment.
“See you again, pretty human,” she said, giving him one more smile before diving back under the surface without a splash.
He’d waded out far enough that it didn’t really matter at this point, he was already soaked, but he appreciated the gesture.
“See you again,” he called after her.
He thought he imagined it, but he could’ve sworn he saw the glint of the sun reflected on golden scales. Like she was waving goodbye.
Of course, the smart thing to do would be to avoid this beach for a while, but the memory of that crooked grin, the feel of her hand as it brushed against his…
Best or worst decision of my life, he thought again.
He shook his head and waded back to the beach, smiling to himself.
He had a spell to work, and after…well.
Honestly, doing the smart thing all the time was overrated, anyway.
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Haha, probably either some kind of protection spell or a weather spell (to keep with his canon powers). I haven't done a whole lot with Dallu in this AU, so I can't say for certain.
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Lol, right? Like, Taz is usually the impulsive one and sometimes needs to rein him in but. This boy has his Moments for sure XD