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    “It… probably wasn’t important, anyway. Really, I’m not sure why you bothered to approach me with questions in the first place.”

        Admittedly, neither does he. 

    “—what. did i say something wrong?”

    “yes, humans are odd. but if i had a relatively forthcoming expiration date, i too would find it mundane.”

        There's something that's off about          you, the merman can just tell. Though         what it might be, he does not know. 

        ---- No matter. It's none of his business,          nor will it effect what he's planning on          doing to you. 

    “it’s the day on which i was born.”

    “—it’s my birthday.”

(☾☆) — The little woman got on her tippy toes as if that would help her look at the bottom of the water better. Nothing became more visible until he popped out. The suddenness caused her to squeak and nearly fall on her bum. Emerald hues watched him wide eyed before she took a few steps closer to the edge and sat down. ❝I’m sorry for disturbing your swim. I wont join you, if that’s your wish.❞

        Precisely, that's the polar opposite of         his wish. 

  angel seems to utterly cringe as the creature    appears. don’t touch him, don’t touch him. he   seemed to have the stupidest ideas when he    was bored out of his mind. this was probably   up there, right under ‘falling from heaven.’

  stares at him in return, lips pressed together   tightly. he looks entirely uncomfortable, this   wasn’t an area he was all that familiar with.    not that he could  d i e  anyway. 

           ❝ ————- hello. ❞

        The merman is feeling a bit off-put          by this human, but the reason as to          why is one that does not exist. 

        He decides to ignore the vibe, by-         passing it as something the water          or air might be doing to him, &&         he holds his gaze onto the stranger          && lets his head tilt to an angle. 

        What he wants him to do is follow.          Follow him out into the vast expanse         of the endless ocean.          Follow him && let him lead the way          down, down, down, all the way to          its sandy floors. 

                      »  (    ’   how very quaint.  ’    ) 

    & through umbra he follows ,      gaze lingering upon your tail : :      scales shimmering with every     movement the water makes.      interest sparking throughout him ,      lips tugging into a smirk      one filled with a child’s ( mischief )      he’d deem you phantasm ; ;      his mind wandering towards stories                  mere fairy tales ! 

                                               creatures simply made from fiction ,                                                 meant to dance throughout his                                                             t w i s t e d   d e l u s i o n s  ;                                                dreams of his very own reality,                                                where the crown was placed upon                                                his own head, rather than the filth                                                that always replaced it. 

    & though not admittedly,      his actions lace with h e s i t a n c e       tentative eyes dare to look over you,      as if you’d leave him upon mention.     a quiet voice breaking the silence ,                           shattering your serenity     enlighten him, won’t you? 

                    (    ‘  this is a secluded, private, harbor.                             meant for merely my own pleasure.  ’    ) 

         Pulled from myths and legends is he; ;          a creature thought to be presumed                  only a figment of creative && wild                  imaginations.                                               

                                                                  ( -- m  e r  m  a  n  ;  )                                                                     a legendary being                                                                        who have the form                                                                      of a human male                                                                       from the waist up ,                                                                      && one of a fish                                                                       from the waist                                                                           down.

        But, here he is !         A  d r e a m  alive in  r e a l i t y . 

                                                             && he's something of pure,                                                              disturbing, glorious beauty. 

        ---- Oh, but,  b  e  w  a  r  e  !                                                     There's nothing about him that                                     is similar to those sweet sea-                                         maidens you have read about in                                storybooks; ; excluding the obser-                              vation that there's a tail attached                              to his torso, && that his voice of                              melody is as hauntingly melodic                             to the ears of humans as theirs                         are.