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#A Shoal of Ivory 🌊🤍💀 - My Subnautica x Undertale series.

A floating island, an absolute fantastical and tropical-esque land mass, so curiously held at sea level by a hundred of ancient, bloated floating parasites that have permanently latched themselves onto the rocky bottom.

You could come onto this land by shore, yeah, but you've personally found the alternative entrance preferred. Not only just to get onto the island, but you find yourself coming to this particular entry whenever you just… want a break. To relax.

Working so hard makes you feel better, safer; you'll get off planet faster. But it gets to a point where you just can't. Mentally, physically—sprinkle in some spiritually.

There's a cove at this island's very center—its very depths, too. Accessed only by either a huge opening beneath the island and past a few dozen pink-ish purple Floaters, a tight winding path of greenery leading to the surface, or perhaps a risky dive in from the natural skylight.

You come in from below. The waters of this world, despite being so dangerous and hostile, still bring you a twisted sense of comfort. Maybe just because you thrive best with the waves and the depths?

If you were to be more poetic about it, you'd say the oceans call out to your Soul. No matter where they are in the galaxies, you're drawn to all of them.

It really makes you wonder if you're grateful for these circumstances, or if you wish you could've been anybody else.

…You'd rather be anywhere else.

This isn't home. It can't be.

Home is..

…

You don't know.

Maybe it is the waters, or maybe it isn't. Maybe it's with all of your people—the same ones who have treated you so badly, who have ruined the life you built, who have pushed you into coming here—they're still a part of you.

But so is the solitude of the water, isn't it?

Is it asking too much to want both? The safety that solitude brings, and the love of your people you haven't felt before.

Do you… want somewhere to belong, or do you just want to feel safe no matter where or who you are?

…

That'll have to be a question for another time, maybe. The furthest, smaller moon is overhead now, and you'd rather watch its light filter through the skylight of the cove than consider your feelings.

An overgrowth of draping ferns encircle the hole in the ceiling; a beautiful frame for this moon. Your favorite of the two, simply because it doesn't regularly startle you like its obnoxiously giant sibling.

The moonlight does its best to reflect against the water you're basking in, arms splayed out and floating in its middle, but there's a greater light in this area.

It's the parasites that make this island an island. They glow a brilliant and strong pink-ish purple at night, turning the entire deep blue pool into an almost magical, illuminated purple one.

With the cove made of dark stone walls, and not gonna lie the moonlight ain't allat, the cove is an explosion of pink-purple light. Kaleidoscopic and warbly glows that bounce off everything with the subtle movements of the lit-up pool.

It's nice.

With you, spread out and floating in the water on your back, silhouetted by that glow.

Looking up at stars that you swear are blinking. At a peaceful rest, weightless and cradled by the water you… yeah.

No more complicated thoughts. You can worry about all of that later.

…And you suspect the peace will be ending soon, when—with your ears submerged just enough—you hear a soft and familiar click that echoes from nearby.

You can't differentiate the clicks between Killer and Cross yet, and you don't know which of the two trouble makers you prefer to be here right now.

Stars, you hope it's not the both of them together…

Just.. wanting to get this over with, you twist in the water to look into the open, purple tinted underside of the island, and you're very immediately met with a large and friendly face. Just a few short meters from you.

It makes you lightly jump, but otherwise this is a common occurrence you're used to.

Being snuck up on is the regular practice.

A reaper leviathan missing his top right mandible, the remaining tissue scarred in a deep red color. Where he was struck long ago is a violent gash in that same hue across his cheek and ends just at his nasal ridge.

It's Cross.

And you still don't know if you should feel relief or annoyance at which reaper showed up.

When together, they're genuinely an entire mess. But when alone with you…

Cross flexes his loosely coiled tail to carefully breach the water right beside you, giving your body the softest nudge with his head. A sweet greeting, followed by a series of grumbles. It pushes you backward a little, and when that gentle shove (nuzzle?) makes you tense on instinct, you lose buoyancy and start to sink just beneath the surface.

You casually shift to go back up, but he beats you to it. With a weird and fast jerk of his hand, like for a split second he was afraid he just lost you, you're scooped into his cupped palm.

He brings you back above surface with him, held just beside his head, and… the both of you pause. You're pausing because you don't know what he wants, and he's pausing because he doesn't know what he wants.

You almost consider just hopping off his hand and back into the water, but then he moves. A careful push through the water and to the cove's bit of inclined land. Sand that quickly transitions to a patch of comfortable grass within an alcove of the wall.

Someplace sizeable and cozy where he can beach most of his long and large body—with you in tow.

Holding onto his hand while he, very aware of how fragile you are, hefts himself up and out of the water with his free arm and a hard twist of his upper body. A movement you could relate to somebody jumping up onto a bed, maybe? But so much softer and smoother of a motion since he had to worry about you.

He tries so valiantly to drag himself further in, wanting to be flush and laid coiled against the wall, but doing it one-handed makes it difficult. Though when you try to step off his hand to help him, he stops to lightly growl at you, baring a canine.

Okay.

You just sit pretty in his palm, watching him struggle.

He's managed to get the whole of his torso up here, and it looks like he wants to get his tail up? But there's absolutely no space for his tail, so you don't know what his plan is.

The plan is probably 'He wants what he wants because he's stubborn'. The beatings and harsh jerks of his tail in the pool makes for a nice light show, though. The purple reflections rabidly dancing across the walls.

An upset and angry whine builds in his throat at how futile it is to get all of his tail in the alcove of land, and he gives up with a hard and annoyed flop onto the grass. Somehow not rattling you the smallest bit, which has you impressed.

His upper body lain along the wall, his head resting sideways in the crook of his arm, his long and strong tail idly swishing in the waters that won't be calming anytime soon, and then a purr. A purr as he carefully draws you to him.

He so gently cradles you to his chest the best he can.