#anon thread

Grabbing Keith just made him panic more and try to free himself from the mer shark's grip, eyes wide in a blind panic as he tries desperately to reach the harpoon on his back, a glint of steel shining even in the dim light of the ocean depths he was currently trapped in. The young boy doesn't wanna die, he can't just end up a shark food so easily. He had goals to persue, things to figure out, hidden truths to be ddiscovered. He wanted to live. He wanted to survive this. Keith whimpers fearfully

"I'm okay..." Marcus yawned. He was relieved, yet exhausted. Such an intense array of emotions in that short of a time would be enough to tire anybody out, let alone someone of his age. "Are you?" He replied, staring back at her. (ooc: this is gonna be my last reply, but thank you. This was wonderful)

Marcus stayed at his father's grave for around fifteen minutes. He sat by it, touched the stone some more, and talked to him in his curious, yet emotional voice. There were brief moments of tears, and equally brief moments of laughter. He said his goodbyes and wrapped his arms around the stone, before retreating back to his mother's side. "Thanks, Mommy. Can we go home now?" Marcus asked, looking up at her with admiration in his eyes.

Marcus nodded, sniffling. His emotions were all over the place. He was sad that his father wouldn't be around to see them, and he understood that he never would be. But he was happy that his father loved him; at least according to his mother, whom he could always trust. "I love you, Mommy." He said quietly, just above a whisper. He reached out and kissed her cheek, clinging to her tightly.

Marcus nodded, walking slowly up to the headstone and lowering the flowers. He examined it, read his father's name to himself, and touched the slab. This was his father; the man who his mother told stories about at night. The man who loved him so much, yet he couldn't even recall his voice, and had only seen his face in photos. Still, he could not shake the feeling that he loved him, from somewhere. He slowly crept back to his mother and hugged her hip, tightly. Trying to hide any visible tears.

Marcus didn't say anything, but he nodded. His anxiety was replaced by an excitement, dampened by the fact that he was not actually meeting his father, but excited nonetheless at the prospect of seeing him. His mother was there, with him,that's what mattered the most.

Marcus nodded, striding over to the selection of flowers. He picked out a smaller-sized bouquet of blue and purple blossoms; arranged in a semi-circular pattern where the blue flowers were encased by the purple. He handed it to Diana and resumed his place at her side, gazing up at her.

"I...I'm alright. I think so." Marcus replied, looking at his mother's reflection through the car mirror. He squirmed in his seat a little bit, but was nonetheless determined.