They won’t muzzle the mouth that just bit you.

It happened so fast. The human stood there, teeth glinting, hands around the throats of our heavy limp sealskins as we stared. Stupid, stupid, STUPID. This should never have happened, that human should never have found— —Ma's small human teeth were sinking into his wrist. He was dropping my skin to the tune of an awful shriek, I was reaching out and grasping with my flimsy little hands, and I was running running running running running back to the sea. I waited in the ocean, safe in my own skin. I waited, for so long. Drifting. Watching. Starving. But she never came back.

Finn was seven, the first time he stepped onto shore.

His ma had shown him how to shed in the shallows, ripping off her flesh with a brutal grace, and teaching him to do the same amongst the drifting blood.

It’s bizarre, to feel this rooted to one place now. Have people surrounding me, who I know probably won’t go. And know that I probably won’t- leave?

I’ve been visiting the sea less and less. I used to get so much itchier for it, need to feel the cold waves lapping against me, feel my long body glide through the blue, taste the salt on my wide tongue. It’s bizarre that now the time can just pass, and before I know it it’s been another month.

Wrong Irving, but. damn.

feels familiar. people thought we were together before we were together.

Yeah, it’s fuckin insane. But I can’t get the thought outta my head now.

It’s daft and I don’t need it at all but it just made me think to— to back when I was hunting Keir down. I wanted so bad to hurt him. Sink my teeth into his hot flesh, listen to his screams turn to gurgles as I half-drown him over and over and over. And then, shit went south. And things were different after. And I never got to do that.