sea song

          “— you’re that Ariel kid.” Mermaid is what she meant, but even thrust into a world of vampires, shifters and werewolves, merfolk was… still somehow a stranger concept all together (what was next? Fairies?). Bree lingered close to the tree line, watching him with eyes alight with curiosity. His allure didn’t work on her, in fact the same scent that drove humans toward him seemed to repel Bree. He smelled like fish at the harbor market, there wasn’t any other way to put it.

“Fantastic... another Mikaelson. What is it now? A long lost sisterbrought from the dead?”

He came out of the water on a hidden place of the shore, dragging his tail out of the water, groaning in pain, biting his forearm in the process as his body shifted and, once he had his legs back, and recovering from the pain, he stood up. Trembling, he walked out of the rock in search for his clothes but he couldn’t find the shorts where he had left them.

He had stopped by the river. Well aware that he was too close to Cullen territory. Legs stood into the water as he sat on the border, waiting, expecting, and when he saw the glimpse of a good sizable fish, grabbed it out of the water. Feeding for a merman was technically easier, there wer many fishes in the sea, but it was not suitable for him to feed on other animals. So Ashley had to find specific spots outside of work.

Cloudy sky kept on threatening with raining,  but Ashley didn’t care much about it. He held a carefully crafted guitar against his lap, looking at the pegbox and twisting the pegs to tune it. He had just changed one of the chords after breaking the previous during the small show he had at a bar in Port Angeles, and coming back to Forks to relax was one of his favorite things to do. But the rain threat left the streets practically empty and that gave no room for him to sing to anyone. To get anyone’s attention. So fixing his guitar seemed like the best option to kill time till it rained or people decided to get out with their umbrellas.