"Don’t worry, you won’t get eaten with me around," Takara chuckled, following Alice. She stared at the boat for a moment before turning to Alice.
"You think that thing is shipshape enough to use? Or would it be better not to bother?" she asked. Takara didn’t care either way as she was already wet,but there was no telling how deep the water would get from here.
"We have to use it if we want to get out of here." She said as she kept moving with the water high up to their hips as she looked at Takara. "Just hate getting your tail wet Takara?" She asked her, noticing her tail straight up in the air, away from the water.
"Oh good…" Takara said, sounding relieved. She perked her head up, momentarily surprised by Alice’s question.
"Ehh… yes and no… clean water’s just fine, but it’s nigh impossible to rid the stink of swamp from my fur… not the most attractive thing." She chuckled weakly, glancing back at her tail.
He gave off a short sigh as he then started to collect and grab all the important things he had on his improvised boat. Hmm…not going to save the boat as well I see. Yeap…I think I have a bad feeling about this one or um…I don’t know. Only one way to find out. He thought to himself, gathering his things inside a huge leaf and cloth as well.He manage to see the woman though, even without the lightning helping his vision to see her face.
"Okay, okay, its me then. The boat can go off free into the sea!" He replied back, finished in collecting his provisions. He waved the rope a little, as a sign that he’s ready to be pulled up himself. "I’m ready! No need for tying myself up!" Shouting back t the woman, as another flash of lightning came, which was accompanied by a clap of thunder.
The boat was starting to get out of control, as he grabbed into the boat’s sides for support as one hand was grabbing onto the rope itself.
Isamu nodded curtly at his reply, feeling relieved that the man saw to reason. Watching him gather his belongings, she quirked a brow at his insistence to be pulled up without his line secure.
Odd… even with all that weight he didn’t want to tie himself off? She flinched slightly at the rolling thunder before tilting her head up to address her crew.
“Pull us up!” Isamu called to the women above her, tugging at her own line.
So be it. Isamu figured if he wanted to chance a plunge in the ocean, that was up to him, though in the back of her mind she wondered why he was out on the seas in the first place.
She slowly ascended as the crew pulled them both up, casting a glance below her to see if the man was still at the end of the rope.
Person A of your OTP is a pirate captain. Person B is a governor’s daughter/son. If OT3, person C could be the first mate. Or a merperson.
Au based off Ausente
Muse A is a male swim coach and Muse B is one of their students. 16 year old Muse B has a bad crush for Muse A and decides to act on it. One day Muse B pretends to have something in their eye so Muse A has to take them to the doctors while the rest of the team practices with the swim coach. By the time things are done at the doctors it is long after practice. Muse A tries to take Muse B home but no one is there (Muse B lies to Muse A during this time and says they live with their grandma and their parents are in a different city during this time. They also say that the grandma stays with other family when they do not return home for the day since they often stay with a friend). Muse B has told their parents that they will be staying the night with a friend anyways; this is all part of their plan. Eventually Muse A must take Muse B in for the night and asks them not to tell anyone, as they could lose their job for it. Muse B attempts to make a move on Muse A while they are sleeping but once Muse A starts to awaken, Muse B goes right back to bed on the couch, leaving Muse A confused in bed.
The next day at school Muse A learns that a student’s parents went up to the school after hours looking for their son, claiming to have ran into Muse B’s friend’s parents that day so they knew Muse B was not there. When Muse A discovers they were lied to by Muse B and their parents were home the whole time, they are enraged.
Later that day Muse A and Muse B meet up in an alley after school. When confronted, Muse B admits that they were hoping “something” might happen between them. Instead of being mad or disgusted over being the object of Muse B’s desires, Muse A is mad they were lied to. Muse A punches Muse B out of anger and leaves them, making a point to no longer make contact with the student.
Later that day Muse B falls from a roof trying to retrieve a soccer ball. Muse A hears faculty talking about a student’s death the next day but does not want to believe it is Muse B. When swim practice comes, Muse B is absent and Muse A now knows the truth.
Bonus: Muse B’s death makes Muse A realize their love for Muse B. The night after Muse B’s death, Muse A goes on a drinking binge and breaks into the school. In their drunken stupor they see Muse B’s ghost and begs for forgiveness after sharing a tender kiss.
Do not take me when I’m well,
If you can’t handle when I’m sick.
Do not leave me when I’m broken
To only return when I’m mended.
For if you cannot take me at my worst,
You do not deserve me at my best.
~Written as an inner reflection to Isamu’s relationship with kitas-bucket-of-fiery-muses' Greed.
Oh how she hated him.
He was audacious and crude.
And yet… how unusual was it that whenever they collided in whatever manner, Isamu felt satisfaction in the wake of turmoil?
What she loathed more than anything was how she didn’t hate him at all. How he… of all people, made her feel more alive then anyone ever could.
He set a fire within her that she didn’t want to smother, even when it burned her.
And he never quit on her. No matter how she’d yell and scream at him, he always rose to whatever challenge she threw at him.
For even when they clashed, -and they clashed often- there was an intimacy to it that she wouldn’t give up for anything.
Throwing loving fists or swapping violent kisses… it did not matter to her as long as she got what she wanted.
She always held herself to a higher standard, always vigilant in the ways of justice and the voice of the weak and oppressed.
Though still a sinner was she.
And the irony holds no bounds as her greed only arouse for Greed.
The sound of the door shutting seemed to finalize the situation, the men’s parting words made her eyes flick over to the man who was on fire then quickly looked away. From the corner of her eyes she could see the flames diminish and then feel his eyes upon her.
How was she going to be able to live with this man? He was the complete opposite of her. Not to mention for the mages, he was nothing more than a tool.
She cursed herself for even thinking those words. Yuliya did not agree with the capture of elemental or the experiments that were done upon them. Then again… a hand came up to rub over the sleeve that covered her lower arm and frowned. It would be like torturing herself.
Hearing the chains start to rattle her eyes went back over to him and she sighed. She could feel her magic lingering just under the surface but was unable to use it. As if the source had been closed off, shaking her head, she walked towards the man. Even though fear bit at her hard.
She reached out to touch the chains to see if there was anything she could do…. “I.. I’m Yuliya”
Aiden tugged harder and harder at the chains, the cuffs leaving gashes on his wrists from the effort, but it seemed they would not budge.
The elemental flinched back slightly as Yuliya touched the chains but made no other move against her. She feared him while he was bound, so what concern should he have?
Yuliya she said her name was… strange as few people had bothered giving Aiden their name without some long title accompanying it.
He stared at her for what might have been an eternity before responding to her statement and even then, only spoke a single word.
Wondering what purpose she had for introducing herself to him, he tilted his head to the side in thought… but then again, from what those damned mages made it sound like, the pair of them were in this… whatever it was, together.