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[estrangedheir]

muselist • here

starters

• CADE (novel OC)
  • he swears he didn’t start the street brawl, man
• ILDA (novel OC)
  • shouting is her best marketing strategy
• SHEIFA (AU!CCS + CRAU)
  • dystopian Earth with no Clow cards and the Lis are badass black market people
  • hi-tech girl stuck in low-tech world, please send help

Comments

[shivvymetimbers]

[A faint grin settles upon his lips as he admires the shoreline. No one would ever believe Cade about this. No one. All tales regarding merfolk are usually quickly dismissed by sailors and pirates alike. There's not a single person who would believe except for one.

One who've seen the truth with his own eyes. Bastien's greatest foe.]

Aye, I am. [He answers plainly without much ceremony. There's no need to drag this out any further.] My mum was a mermaid, lad. One with a sparkling red tail dotted with inky blues. She was..exiled by her people. Exiled for taking a man as a husband, a pirate no less.

[estrangedheir]

[ The fact that Bastien’s taking all this in stride seems to help Cade wrap his head around the idea. Magic and merfolk, eh? He’s never been the type to daydream much, or fear monsters under the bed, but can you really deny the impossible when you’re staring right at it with your own eyes? ]

Huh. I’d thought they’d be beyond politics and all that discrimination nonsense, being mystical and such. [ He turns his head and squints at the pirate. ] Your mother was royalty? Or they just don’t like humans?

[shivvymetimbers]

You would think so.

[Bastien replies quietly as he keeps untangling the knots out his hair. He should cut the damn thing and be done with it. Though, it probably would grow back in less than a month. He sighs.]

A little bit of both but my mother never explicitly said so. It wasn't until I...met one that I begun to understand better.

[He turns to Cade looking oddly melancholy now. They're embarking upon murky waters now.]

Her name was Nerissa.

[estrangedheir]

[ The way Bastien speaks about his mother brings an ache to Cade’s chest. For one, the pirate can’t be making this all up; his melancholy’s too palpable, too real.

And there’s his mother. But he’s not about to make this moment about him. ]

She sounds lovely.

[ What else could he say? ]