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[looserlucy]

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[looserlucy]

❝demetri✖downham❞

Although it was Christmas Eve, was the temperate really supposed to be this low? There were extra demands at the shop, people wanting clams, the main part of sexy underwear for the mermaids and pearls from the oysters for those special girls. It meant that Demetri had to find more and go on the search on the day before Christmas where all he wanted to do was close up the shop early and head home to spend the night with his parents and younger brother, telling him that Father Christmas would come and deliver the presents once he had gone to sleep. Yes, even mermaids and mermen believed in Father Christmas, the young ones anyway. Like humans, they learnt over time that myths like a fat man and flying reindeers didn't exist but then again, who believed that mermaids existed, let alone male versions. Demetri never understood that. Did people even wonder how they bred? Actually, they probably didn't, most humans and other creatures didn't know that they existed. It was a huge nightmare if a mermaid or merman was caught in fishing net, they screamed loudly for help. It was the main reason why most travelled in groups like fish do, their way of keeping safe. But while most mermaids biggest fear was the nets, this twenty three year old couldn't be within miles of sharks. His grandmother, the cold flaking mermaid that she was had become blind like many people in old age and taken a wrong turning in to shark territory. They got hold of her and the rest you can probably work out for yourself. Ever since he was told the tragic story at the age of eight, he hasn't dared go near them, fearing his own and others lives. The sharks were one of the few creatures that hunted the mermaids/men for food. There were so many other fish out there that they could devour but their favourite was the flesh of a half-human.

Up by the shore, the water had frozen over where it met with the sand, no heat to keep it in its natural liquid form. Demetri had been lucky enough to whiteness the temperature being so warm that mist had floated from the surface. He'd played a trick on the humans. Lifting himself out of the water to just below his eyes, a child screamed and so he had gone back under. He'd probably mentally disturbed that poor kid for life but at least it gave him or her a good story to tell people when they were older. 'Hey, guess what? When I was about four years old I saw a merman!' Yeah...the kid would probably be shoved in a straight jacket and sent in to a completely white cushioned room. It had probably happened many times in the past but Demtri had heard people screaming that they had seen dolphins, seals and other creatures when it had actually been his own tail, accidentally flipping it out of the water when trying to hide quickly. They weren't allowed to be caught, a fundamental rule of being a mermaid or a merman. To keep yourself hidden from humans. They were too intelligent, they would find out where you came from, use you as an experiment and if they didn't realise already, leave you out of water until you dried up and died. Sure, mermaids and mermen needed oxygen to breathe; they were like all other mammals however gills were on the sides of their tails just below where they joined the human flesh. If you didn't go up to the surface within an hour, the gills started working to keep you alive. Mermaids and Mermen couldn't suffocate; it was a well known fact.

Getting to the edge of the shore, behind the rocks where he was sure he wouldn't be seen, Demi pushed himself up on to the cold and brittle sand, wincing slightly as it pushed between the scaled just below his belly-button. It was times like these that he understood why humans covered themselves in thick sheets, stupid hats with pom-poms on the tops and gloves. He felt like he was going to become a Popsicle any moment. But no, he wouldn't allow himself to become such a state. He had a shop to run; he needed to collect what he came for a return as soon as possible. It was a dangerous job, he knew that, that's why he had workers who usually went and did this part of the job for him but on Christmas Eve he wasn't cruel enough to drag them away from their families to do his dirty work. The clams and oysters stayed around the rocks, in the small pools that formed in the rocks indents and flaws. Nothing was smooth around this part of the beach apart from Demi's scales and those of the elegant fish who had taken cover to find hidden warmth. He felt alone to be honest. He wanted to be at home like all the other mermaids and mermen were, staying warm, huddling together and playing silly board games that nobody really understood how to play. Then tomorrow morning, when his brother would wake up at a stupidly early time, they could all sit and open up the presents. He should be home by midnight, but he wasn't sure, the clams and oysters were scares tonight, they'd all been found by those last desperate husbands needing to buy presents for their loved ones. The cheats, too self-centred to put together a little money and buy ones worth paying for. Most people thought that by planting a small amount of sand in to the shell that they'd eventually get a pearl, it was so un-true; someone who was known for making them would know that.

On a day like today, the beach was bound to be empty. Why would humans chose to come to the beach when it was cold, when they could huddle around the fire with their family, eat mince pies and put carrots and whiskey out for father Christmas to eat when he 'arrived'? Demetri opened his eyes wider and looked across the beach, by the rocky cliffs and in the small pools where he knew what he was searching for would be. On his back was a small bag, already half filled with the shell fish he had been searching for. The twenty three year old refused to return until his bag would no longer close, bursting open with all the clams and oysters. With a powerful tug, he heaved himself out of the water, somewhat like the little mermaid did when singing, but all mermaids and mermen knew that the king did not have a devil fork and there were no electric bolts. Oh yeah, and octopus couldn't speak and didn't have pet eels. In fact, it was their ink that was used for tattoos, mixed with the colours of different enenemy and other practically useless sea creatures. Demi hadn't had the guys to get a tattoo yet, he told people he was allergic to octopus but that wasn't the truth. So how come he could have non rusted metal bars pushed through his face? Well, you tell me!

Up on the side of the rock, he reached around him, using a pointed stone that had been crafted in some other shop to use to smash things, he picked off the clams, oysters and other shell-fish, especially the ones that stuck themselves to the rocks. The annoying little bastards just made his job so much more difficult. In the distance he could see the lights of the humans’ houses, the very very faint sound of carol singers. He never was a fan of them, especially the ones who held ceremonies on the beach with their lanterns. They always ended up leaving a few and the next thing you know there is a dead fish with a candle lodged in its mouth. They were worse than the fisherman. But what else were look-outs good for? Without fishermen and boats, well, many of his kind would be out of jobs. A small chuckle left his lips as he imagined hundreds of mermaids and mermen sat around, squeezing octopus to get their ink and pulling off the little coloured tentacles of ananemies for the fun of it. Gosh, thank god for fishermen, eh?

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ⓜⓔⓡⓜⓐⓝ
can hear it in your voice
You care
Let me run my fingers through your hair
I'll keep you company at night
And baby,
I'm here to make this right
Because four times baby
You fall on your back
oh girl you're three times the lady
I'll ever have
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[Pink Genocide]

-.Cristobal Kae.-

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich liquor
Of which vertu engendred is the flour...

He really wasn't cut out for this job.

With a slow sigh, Chris leaned forward to rest his forehead on his folded arms, said arms being pressed onto the fake, stained wood of his desk. A breeze from an open window caught a few locks of his pale hair, ruffling it in reminder that the faculty around him at the school held a rather petty outlook on his future. He wouldn't manage a year as an Honors-level teacher, they said. He deserved to be back in school.

“Sir?”

Chris looked up blearily from the comfort of his arms when he heard himself being addressed from out in the hallway. A janitor, obviously new from the way he held his mop, was holding a set of keys in his free hand.

“We're locking up. You'd best get on home.”

With a somewhat grateful wave, Chris finally summoned the guts to push himself to his feet, feeling the blood rush from his head and down to his papercut on his left thumb. The obnoxious little pierce had set to throbbing halfway through class, courtesy of his feverish flipping of pages in the Humanities textbook. He couldn't help his flustered nature. After all, the students in his class seemed smarter than he was, and he was teaching them. Arrogant, self-centered little smart-alecks. The girls all talked about him during class, and the boys would challenge his lessons with opposing arguments. No, I am not related to Christopher Columbus just because my name is Cristobal. And my name is not Cristobal, it's Mister Kae! 'Mister Kai' they called him, exchanging his name for another because it annoyed him. Leave it to the little idiots to take advantage of their mistakes.

He zipped up his suitcase and slung the handy-dandy strap over his shoulder so that it bounced against his hip as he left the room and sauntered down the hall. As he passed the windows, he could see the shores of the sea a few miles away. Currently, he was working on a lesson in mythological paintings. The sea was where a few of those creatures resided and, though he knew that those creatures didn't exist, he had to know their supposed habitat or he'd have to BS the whereabouts the next day during class. Therefore, it made sense for the ill-dressed teacher to turn right instead of left on the path to the school, leading him towards the train station.

Cristobal watched the houses flash by on the train, taking in the blurs of multi-colored lights and stupid blow-up Santas that only served to be entertainment for middle-schoolers with their snowballs on the way home. Christmas wasn't all too great, he supposed. After all, what good was a holiday if there was no one to celebrate it with? He shifted around on the hard seat of the train, feeling his wallet bump against his thigh in his pocket. In the first slide of the wallet was a picture of a little girl with green bows in her hair, obviously laughing at something behind the camera. It had been the last time his sister had ever laughed at his 'fishy face'. With the memory of her swimming around in his head, he found it hard to be joyous on the eve of her death.

The less-than-crowded car emptied, and he followed the meager crowd out of the station and into the perpetual cold. His cheeks were pinkened, and his hands buried themselves in his pockets. The woolen coat around his shoulders was his only protection from the wind that threatened to enter his black dress shirt and matching slacks. Even his teeth stung with the breeze.

Stones that made up the steps to the shore of the sea shifted beneath his feet, nearly tripping him a few times. Because his eyes were fixated on the traitorous ground, he didn't catch the movement up ahead near the rocks. By the time his dress shoes touched the rocky sand, he could hear voices. Melodic voices. Curiously, he looked up and his lips parted to allow his jaw to drop.

Why were people swimming in the absolutelyfrigginicecoldridiculous water near Christmas?

The compassionate teacher within him couldn't just excuse this, because it would interfere with his conscience and most likely his work as well. It was only sane of him to stumble over to the nearest person, a kid by the looks of him, and crouch down on the rocks.

“The hell're you doing?” he said, none-so-gently. Yeah, he could have picked a more sensitive greeting, but this seemed better.

(( not as long as it could have been. D: ))

The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye...

[a r e u m d a u n]

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Tyler Kristopher Maddox

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XOXOa l o n e XO

Tyler Kristopher Maddox was a riot. He was a goddamn, straight out riot, or so he thought in his own mind. Everything he did was funny to him; why should you be serious in life, anyways? It's just a big game to him. Do this to make money and do that to get a safe place away from sharks to live. Do this to put pride to your name and freaking do that to get food in your stomach. It was all a huge waste of time. No, he wasn't bitter towards life. He wasn't regretful. He wasn't even upset. He just thought that the whole underwater world was messed up. Really, really messed up. And Tyler wasn't going to be a part of it... Not that he was ever given the chance. Sure, you could build yourself up from poverty and nothingness, but doing it alone proved difficult, especially when no one was on your side. It seemed just going with the flow was easier; he had to accept who he was eventually, right? So why dwell on what's done? But why did this have to happen to HIM of all people? What the hell had he done wrong to deserve anything less than a normal life?

Tyler hated fisherman. It was their fault. It was entirely their fault, and they just seemed to float along HIS ocean with their stupid boats and stupid tools invading their space with their heads so high Tyler could swear he could see up their noses. They were selfish bastards, raiding their ocean and almost always leaving behind some sort of trash to add to the growing collection. Not to mention they pissed the sharks off a hell of a lot more than they already were–those creatures had a pretty bad temper, and fisherman weren't exactly a kid's ice cream on a Sunday afternoon. A lot of mer-people would say the things were helpful, in a way, but Tyler would NEVER find them anything more than the lowest of the low. They were destructive. They ruined lives. They took his family away from him. After he had been captured by that fisherman's net and dragged through the sea to only God knows where, of course he had escaped. He was the ever persistent, never-gunna-not-win, optimistic Tyler Kristopher Maddox for Christ's sake... But finding his family again was a different story. He had even found the place where he lived, and it had been barely a few weeks after his disappearance, but no one was around. Completely deserted. And for the first time in his life, Tyler felt what it was like to be completely alone. There was no hope of his family suddenly appearing from around the reef. There was no hope of his sister suddenly slapping his back and saying, "Gotcha!" There was no hope in finding them in the seemingly never ending ocean.

Still, for quite a few years, Tyler had searched and searched around the ocean, asking various mer-people anything he could, but every single one of his attempts were futile. After so many years, he had learned not to care, or at least appear like he didn't care. After such a long time, he had been able to push everything out of his mind. It was as simple as that; to avoid the heartbreak, just ignore it. Pretend it never happened, pretend he had always been alone, pretend this was the life everyone wanted. No rules, no home, just a big, open sea to explore. Yes, those thoughts always made life easier. The only thing that constantly bothered him was that when you're homeless and without a family, people see you as trash. People treated him like a "hoodlum" as some of the creatures would say, and it pissed him off to no end. Did they really think that just because he was on his own, he was less than a merman? If anything, he would consider himself brave and strong; just how many other mer-people could live his life like he did? He always tried not to take those comments to heart, but hearing them so often was like the process of making sand; the waves didn't have an initial impact, though after so many hits, the rocks would wither and break down.

Tyler shook his head, freeing his mind from those thoughts. As he shook his head, his hair lifted in the water, and he forced it back down with a growl. Honestly, it was so annoying that his hair wouldn't stay down. He had cut it in this way specifically so it would look COOL, not uncontrollable. He had contemplated gluing it to his head, but of course, glue didn't dry in the ocean. He was smart enough to know that. He had seen humans use the stuff plenty of times when he had done his routine job of people watching. It was his favorite thing to do. Anyways, back to the hair. What, was he supposed to paste it to his head with clam goo just to get it to stay in place? He had tried using seaweed's rope like stem to tie around his head as a band to keep his hair down, but it looked stupid and it came off easily because it was so slippery. He had tried string (one of the things just carelessly tossed in the ocean by heartless humans–honestly, even if they didn't know mer-people lived down here, couldn't they at least be considerate to the fish?), but if he didn't tie it tight enough then his hair easily slipped through and when he tied it too tightly, it gave him a headache. He just couldn't win against his hair, so he had to bare with it, he supposed. When he was out of the water, however, it looked pretty damn good. Sometimes, he wished he was human. Being a merman wasn't an easy life; a lot of your living conditions depended on the waterless world, and he hated the control they had over them. He hoped that one day their rolls would be switched and THEY would be the ones in control of the humans. Yeah, give them a taste of their own medicine. He liked that idea.

Currently, it was Christmas Eve. Tyler always seemed to be extra bitter around the holidays. Every single year, he blamed it on the freezing temperatures and the extra garbage that seemed to show up after all the celebrations were over, though honestly, he was lonely. The loneliness was sometimes so great that it almost physically hurt. And today was the day before the mother of all days; he had to get away for a while. Every year, Tyler spent his Christmas up by the shore, away from the cheery mer-people and their damn families, away from their celebrating and happy voices, away from their entire beings that reminded him of how he once lived like them. In either world, human or under the sea, he was still an outcast, a weirdo, someone just different. And now, laying on the sand close enough to land so his head and a bit of his shoulders peaked through the water, he felt even more rejected by society. Sighing softly, he lowered his face so his mouth was in the water, and he blew bubbles to keep himself entertained. "Life is weird," he said, splashing at the water with his hands.

[looserlucy]

❝demetri✖downham❞

He held tightly to that pointed rock and found what he saw was the perfect shell-fish, more of a silver than a gray, the smallest amount of water in it's contents. One problem, the little b*****d had stuck itself to that rock with all it's might. He heived himself further up the rock, it was dangerous to have his tail out of the water, shining in blacks, silvers and golds. Longer than his body, just like the proportion of a humans legs yet, obviously not legs at all. He held on to that clam, or whatever it was and took the rock which he used and with a loud grunt, wacked on the rock, praying and hoping it would break. "Oh just come off!" Demi moaned again, trying to hack at the little thing. One, two, three! On the fourth he regretted it, grabbing it, hitting so hard. Maybe the man should have been smarter and held on to something else but as the clam became loose and broke, so did his body, sliding and ripping down the side of the rock, flopping backwards back in to the water, taking a deep breath and choking while under the water. Yes, Mermaids and mermen definitely had weird ways of breathing.

Damn that hurt. Pulling his hands to his stomach, one still holding the shell fish, Demetri looked down at the three fierce scratches from his chest to just below his belly-button where he flung back off the rock and landed in the water, its freezing cold numbing the wounds. Usually, now was his option to go home, recover the pain of the wound but, christmas eve, he had no choice but to continue. The man felt like crying, it stung and burnt along with the slow numbing. Looking up, he quickly shot out of the water once more and climbed out, dragging himself less painfully up the rock, using the rock this time and not the shells to lift himself up. However, that didn't last long. Suddenly there was a voice, a human, a mermaid? He slowly turned his head to the side, a man, two legs standing, blonde hair. Demetri's eyes opened wide, burned and stared. They were told to jump, swim as fast as they could and make any human think they were imagining it but he never thought one would ever be there, stood next to him. "A-" What could he say?

Looking down at his body, he then looked at the man beside him. Demetri had wished he'd had legs in the past, to walk around in the world but what was the point, he might as well stay under water, things were cheaper, he guessed. Oh gosh, he was going to get in trouble for this. What if his brother found out? Eugh they'd argue for hours. "Erm...your imagining this. Your in a dream...erm...Bye!" He began to push himself back down the rock, wincing as his stomach stung and burned.

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ⓜⓔⓡⓜⓐⓝ
can hear it in your voice
You care
Let me run my fingers through your hair
I'll keep you company at night
And baby,
I'm here to make this right
Because four times baby
You fall on your back
oh girl you're three times the lady
I'll ever have
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[silly selma]

“Silent night, holy night…” a soft melodic voice was heard from the shore of the beach, a young red head sat quietly as her body was protected under the security of her jacket that covered the sheer coldness of the air around her. A happy smile was pasted upon her porcelain face as her fingers continued to do their work. The young red head has been on the beach for a complete hour as her fingers held the pencil with care, drawing whatever her imagination was able to bring forth. It was Christmas Eve, the most beloved celebration that any child and adult could hold dear to them. Satine was given the permission to stay out for a small Christmas present. She loved to draw; she enjoyed it and has always seen a future in that department. And being free from her siblings and from her family for at least one night was the best gift that her parents were able to give her. She loved her siblings, each and every one of them. But she had eight siblings, eight siblings that brought chaos and destruction to their household, eight siblings that brought drama and desperation to her parent’s lives. Eight siblings whom she was able to confide or distrust by how they were. She was the youngest out of the eight, her older siblings were already either married with their families that lived across the world or some still attended school here, still stuck in the house but tonight above all other nights, every single sibling was to come and join in for the celebration. Tonight, there was going to be a table that was to be decorated and filled with plates of art and style. Food was going to be organized and prepared so every mouth was to be fed. Just the thought of her siblings screaming and ranting, enjoying or disagreeing made her get a headache that became unbearable. She loved her family, and her family loved the little sister but it was going to be too much to bear. Being granted to stay at the beach where she was sure no one was going to be present, was the best gift she could ever receive.

Sitting quietly on the shore of the beach, her crystal blue eyes examined the beauty of the waves as they slowly grew , and soon the sounds of waves crashing against each other made the girls heart yearn for the sea. It made her upset that the weather could be so cruel to limit her of dipping her entire body into the water, and become a fish for at least a day. Yet the biting breeze of the winter air made it impossible for her to even dare and swim into the ocean, it was practically frozen so all she could do was dream. She was always known as the dreamer in the family, how could she not. Her siblings were always so busy with their own lives, that they never really taught the young girl about the duties in life. Her parents, as much as they loved each child didn’t have the time to spend or teach the morals they have taught to the older children. Being naïve to the world, her world of imagination was drawn to her sketchbook, the only thing her parents was really able to offer. Her only escape whenever she was at school, especially in school. Life was already hard at home, obeying orders from the older siblings, being teased and bugged because of the young age but being dyslexic made it even more difficult for the dreamer. It seemed that the talent that she held was to make up for the problem she possessed when she was brought to this world of life. Since she was little she had problems reading either in class or towards her parents. Her parents never really paid much attention, they figured that their daughter was late in learning but eventually she will grasp the knowledge just like her siblings did, neither one of them having serious complications like Satine. Having the lack of help, her problem became worse and soon when she reached middle school the concern of the teachers grabbed the attention of Satine’s parents and their discovery of her dyslexia became clear to their eyes.

Ashamed of what they committed, denying the help for their last child, they moved her to a special school making Satine suffer at an older age. She hated her disorder, never able to read stories for her own self but being read to instead. But luckily God wasn’t’ so evil, taking her need to read she received the talent to draw. Looking down at her sketchbook she saw the beautiful drawing she had created, a beautiful dancer that danced upon the freezing ocean, her toes lifting her entire body as her tutu sprang out showing its beauty upon the reflection of the ocean floor. It was the Queen of the Swans, inspiration of Swan Lake one of her favorite ballets. The beauty of the ocean, the breeze of the wind and the ocean that glistened under the winter sky made her feel like this was the perfect place for the ballet swans to just come and play. Surrounding the Queen with their white feathers as the Queen of the Swans would dance around, yearning and grieving for the dreadful curse that was placed upon her.

Feeling her hands become numb from the cold weather she dropped her pencil and finally decided to head back home, her sketch was complete, and her family must have been worried, she was still seventeen but to them she was still a small child in their eyes. She despised that fact but she couldn't defeat their feelings, instead she had to dwell in them. Closing her sketchbook in great care she placed back her pencils and her sketchbook into her book bag with the idea to head back and feel the warming fire already lit in the fireplace, and the sounds of her entire family hitting her ears of excitement and over-joy but instead what she caught was the sound of a splash upon the sea. Satine turned her head as her eyes searched for the origin of the noise and her crystal blue eyes saw the sight of something in the water? Satine’s curiosity soon turned on and the debate of either walking away back to her family and the sweet taste of mashed potatoes and gravy was calling her name, or to fulfill her curiosity and have the satisfaction of knowing whats splashing within the ice cold water. Nodding to herself, she decided to go see what it was, holding her book bag close to her she quietly walked towards the unknown creature. In her mind she assumed that it was probably a fish that was pushed on a wave and sadly landed on shore. With quickness she quietly opened her book bag to sketch whatever was in the water, the sight of a fish was going to be captured in the pages of her aged sketchbook.

Grabbing a small pencil she held her sketchbook close and sitting down upon the sand she was feet away and from what looked like…a person? Satine wanted to gasp, how on earth was a human being able to support the freezing cold of the water in this kind of weather? Has he not seen the movie Titanic? Sitting down, she saw that it was a man, quickly she flipped through her book and her pencil began its work. Her eyes didn’t leave the sight of the man in the water, all she could sadly see were his shoulders peaking through the water, his head was not easily shown but she continued to draw, she wanted to catch every moment of this human being in the water. Drawing the water around him, she began to crawl. Little by little she crawled to get a better look, she wanted to know the reasons why and how he was able to support the freezing cold and soon she found herself close to the man. His beauty was unimaginable, his hair slicked and suddenly Satine found her cheeks begin to burn up, the features to his face was pure and gorgeous. She has seen handsome men before, but never this beautiful. It was like a fairytale dream, her hand flipped to another page and she began to draw the face of this stranger. Lifting her face up she heard the sound of bubbles, looking at the man she saw that the bottom half of his face began to blow bubbles and Satine couldn’t help but giggle. Covering her mouth she had made a sound, revealing her position. She had heard the mystery man speak and she couldn’t help but respond back to him.

“How can life be weird when you’re lying on the icy water, aren’t you cold?” she asked him, her eyes widened with surprise and curiosity as her sketchbook dropped to the sand showing the multiple sketches she did of the man that laid on the water.





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i m a g i n a t i o n is the only k e y to her h e a r t


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[Trivial_Insanity]

∰AydanஇDownham∰

<º))))><·.¸¸.· ❛No, I'm a merman ·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸. Sorry...❜ ·.¸¸.·><((((º>

Aydan felt a slight shudder wrack his body as he just let the light waves drag it about. Frigid cold bit at his already flushed cheeks and his arms gently bobbed at the top of the water, pushing him away from rocks or edges. He had heard Demi talking to someone a bit away and it just confused him. How was his brother so socially skilled where as he himself was just an awkward little fool? It was something that made him feel envy more so towards his elder brother than anything else, but he could never despise him, never hate him. He was his BROTHER after all, he was family. He was his beloved Aniki.

Slowly swimming closer to the shore he found himself cut off by ice, snow lightly dusting over on top of the layer of cold frozen water. Lifting a hand out of the water he felt goose bumps rise on the wet skin as his finger set to work etching a picture into the snow. Aydan frequently dipped his fingers back into the water so that the snow would stick to him better and he knew that his finger was stinging from the cold but he was too preoccupied by the thought of the image his was creating on the thick layer of ice. So it was the day before Christmas was it? Maybe he should do something for Demi, get him something or maybe make him something. Catching his tongue piercing between his teeth Aydan pulled at them lightly, a habit that he often followed through with when drawing or making something.

Shifting the position of his body Aydan heaved his body up a bit, only the scales that started at his hips showing as he tried to stretch to reach farther. He hadn’t a clue what this drawing of his was yet, but he was following his instincts and they usually led him to make something that others would call beautiful. Reaching up he rubbed his eyes tiredly; slowly adjusting to the biting cold the longer his wet body was exposed to it. Glancing up towards the road that seemingly towered over the beachfront he shuddered. He dearly hoped that from that distance and angle he wasn’t visible to the people above. Demi was already frantically flailing away from where he had been because of he interaction with a person and Aydan didn’t know if he would be able to successfully pull off something like that.

With his social abilities he would probably just stay where he was staring at the person who had approached him. In some way that was better than being a social butterfly. It meant that if he just remained silent and swam away the other would more than likely remain thinking it to have been a mere trick of the eye or just a figment of his or her imagination. Another shudder wracked his body and he let himself slowly slip back into the water, even the freezing temperature of that warm on his chilled skin.

Jesus, he wanted to draw and it had to be this cold out didn’t it? Breathing in slowly he yanked his body back up half on the ice before continuing to draw, putting a lot of motivation behind it despite his knowing that it would be covered by water or more snow sooner or later. Finishing slowly he smiled blissfully once he was completely done, backing off of the ice and swimming away a bit. He hoped that someone would be able to see before it was destroyed by nature but the chances were highly unlikely at this point.

A soft sigh passed his lips before he swam away a bit more, and just let his body float on the water once again, his voice singing out softly. 'Wake up think fast, three weeks have passed. We are changing. No sleep, no gas, no excuses will pass these lips because were shaping up to be all you wish you could have been to write the hits and to turn their heads and to open eyes to a brand new season, a brand new season. So show me something we haven't heard yet, but I'm not convinced and your hopeless songs won’t stick. But I, I’ll sing you something you wont forget for the first time I know this is not who I am...' Sighing once again he squirmed a bit before continuing the song.

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I had more self-control. If I was tempted I
Would run. Then, when I got older I began to
Lie to get exactly what I wanted, When I wanted
It, And I wanted it. Now, I'm having trouble
Differentiating Between what I want And what I
Need To make me happy So instead of thinking
I just stop Before I have the chance to
Contemplate the Consequences of action
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[Caliginosity Wings]

kaiden■walter
Mr Not-So-Little Merman

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Christmas time. The guy who came with the idea needed to be caught on hooks. Well at least the brunette haired merman thought as he worked on the task he had been given. Even though the salon was currently really busy with clientele he had to stay out back because he had scared a customer when he arrived. Huffing, he carefully placed the finished hair pin to the side and started on another one. Christmas just seemed to be just another excuse to throw parties and show off. It was a waste of time in Kaiden Leigh Walter’s mind. Even more of a waste of time seeing as he wasn’t doing his job. Well he was but that really wasn’t the point. He had renown as a hair stylist and a brilliant one at that, but because the day before Christmas, his left cheek, shoulder and the left side of his neck were covered in scales he was stuck making accessories. Looking at the pearl that was sitting in the palm of his hand, he couldn’t help but crinkle his nose. Wasn’t Christmas meant to be a time in which merpeeps were nice to each other and didn’t let prejudice get in the way? He guessed not. Well the least they could do was let him leave early. As if magic the manager popped up behind him to see what he was doing. “Wow Kaiden I’m actually surprised you made something like that when you’re down. Tell you what how about you take the rest of the day off? Just in case we get any more people like blowfish face from earlier.” Kai had to cover his mouth from laughing. True he had thought the person who had insulted him should have taken a better look at her own face before insulting his, but he wasn’t going to say it out loud. But still it was funny. “Thanks. Don’t work yourself too hard. You might end up with a shark face next.” Grinning he grabbed his bag and swam as he could out of there before he would get scolded.

Idly swimming around, Kaiden watched other merfolk doing their last minute shopping. He never understood the sudden rush because it was ‘cheaper’, which in fact wasn’t completely true. Trying not to laugh as he spotting two mermaids fighting over an object he couldn’t see, he kept in mind that come Boxing Day not to buy anything for a week unless he wanted his head ripped off by hazardous bargain hunters. Sighing he made a list of all the presents he had for his family. Most of them he had made himself, but he had a feeling he had forgotten someone in all of his worrying. He stopped suddenly as he remembered who he had forgotten. How could he forget a gift for the person whose interests he had taken after? Making up his mind he started towards the shore, hoping he’d be able to find something. After all not having a gift for his father wasn’t something the brunette wanted to do; it was just the fact that the older male was so hard to find a gift for. Were as his siblings and other family members would get him tools or trivial objects, Kaiden went out of his way to try and get him something he would want... and didn’t have. See just like the blue tailed merman, Kai’s father had a fascination with objects that humans use. However the brunette’s father’s collection was quite vast, ranging from objects found in shipwrecks to random objects found around the beach area. Sighing, he sent a silent wish out to the world that hopefully he would be able to at least find something.

Moving onto his back he looked through the water to the world above, wondering if the sun was still up. Sure it was still light here that that didn’t mean the sun hadn’t set yet. Besides the best way to make a bad good was to watch the sunset from the surface. Even if the sun looked brilliant from under the water, it was stunning and blinding once you were looking above the water. Making his way over to his hiding spot for when he was above the water, he yelped as he broke through the surface. It was so cold. Wind and water didn’t mix and Kaiden wouldn’t be surprised if his skin slowly started to match his scales. Then again depending on where you were in the water it colder so he guessed not, although being all blue sounded like fun. It would make hiding easy, well in theory. Pulling himself on the sand so only his tail touched the freezing water, the merman looked around his tiny cove. It was surrounded by many big rocks and provided good cover from prying eyes. He was pretty sure the only way to get there from land was to climb over the rocks. Rolling onto his stomach, he lazily lifted the end of his tail in and out of the water and he glanced over the land. There was nothing for a change. Normally there were oddly shaped containers or something he was pretty sure was called plastic but there was nothing to be found. Not even the weird thing that humans put on their replacement tail fins. Sighing he rolled back on his back to watch the sunset.

Sometime later, Kaiden had slid back into the water as he watched the sunset as he had not enjoyed the feel of the sand on his skin. It was just too dry... Pushing himself in his half submerged state again he rolled onto his stomach and thought about what he had done earlier that day. He had woken up to his hair being played with by his nephew. Normally he wouldn’t have minded, but he had work and there was also the fact that the hair style the little guy had given him was just too plain. Kai knew the little guy looked up to him, but that was a tad bit too much. He had spent the next hour not only fixing his own hair but his nephew’s as well all during breakfast. Handing his nephew back to the brother, grabbed his bag and made his way to work. Work was fine for a few hours. He chatted with the regular customers that had appointments, while fixing hair. A few of the clientele were nice enough to give him a few suggestions as how he could get rid of the irregular patches of scales. Kai hadn’t even noticed that the scales had made an appearance until the first mention. But it wasn’t even five minutes before the rude mermaid made her entrance. It turned out that she had requested him through a recommendation from a friend, but having never seen him she thought he would be some late thirty-something merman, not an early twenty-something with scales in places that weren’t his tail. She had freaked out when he introduced himself to her and started screaming insults and saying she didn’t want to catch whatever disease he had. It took the manager to calm her down and Kai found himself being sent to the back to work on the accessories. Kai felt sorry for his manager. Even if the mermaid was strong and valued all her customers, he was pretty sure she had to stop herself from both laughing and yelling at the blowfish face mermaid.

Sighing he rolled back onto his back and raised his right arm to touch the scales that were on his shoulder. They weren’t contagious he knew that much. He’s friends, family and co-workers didn’t have the condition and the only merfolk he had meet with it had it long before he was even born. He often teased his nieces and nephews by saying they’ll get scales all over their body too if they ate the scales of their food. It was funny for him because he never had to babysit the little ones, although it was not for everybody else because he had created picky eaters. And his scales weren’t ugly in the least. Well Kaiden at least thought so. They were a beautiful blue and still had their shine, which was more than the blowfish face lady could say. The nasty mermaid’s scales were a plain color and were very, very dull. And she wasn’t even remotely attractive so she had no right to judge him. Huffing, he rolled on his stomach again and started to pull objects out of his bag. He needed to get his mind off the horrid mermaid who wasn’t even worth his time. “Stupid blowfish faced witch. What the hell would she know about scales!” He screeched at the item he was creating from human items he had found. If he couldn’t find a gift for his father he would just make it.

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[gotta love like woe]

Tossing and turning then more tossing and turning. That was the story of Vladimir's night. Huffing the five foot eight and a half male glared up at his ceiling then threw his arms above his head. "Such an awful night." he mumbled. It was Christmas Eve, and he was having the worst night in years. Sitting up quickly he looked around before slipping off the bed unfortunately getting caught in the sheet and falling flat to his face once he stood. "Тупоумный лист!" he yelled in Russian his native tongue. Grumbling more he shuffled into his closet then got dressed to go out for the night. Frankly the nineteen year old was obsessed with Where The Wild Things Are. He had seen the movie, read the book over a million times, and had bought just about anything and everything to do with the book and or movie. Huffing he walked into the bathroom and looked over his hair in the mirror for a moment before turning the light on so he could see himself better. He stared at his hair for a few rather long moments before deciding to just brush it out and go. He had naturally straight hair so he didn't have to worry about it being curly and ugly though sometimes he wished it would just fix it's self. Turning the light off he flicked his hair from his eyes before walking out of the bathroom and over to his night stand. Reaching down he grabbed his iPhone which he had gotten custom made with the Where The Wild Things Are Book cover on it. What could he say? He had a lot of money, and a lot of free time.

Sighing lightly he slipped it into his hoodie pocket before leaving his loft sized apartment. Thinking about his phone cover he could have easily did it himself with a little bit of photoshop and some stickers, but he had decided to get a professional to do it, and he was happy with the results. Shrugging he walked down the hallway and over to the elevator before hitting the down button a few times. Vladimir was a naturally impatient kind of guy, and he didn't really like to wait around for anything. Sighing heavily he tapped his foot on the ground before the bell dinged and the doors open. Smiling slightly he stepped into the elevator then hit the ground floor button. Leaning back against the wall he stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. "I guess I could go to the beach." he mumbled quietly before jumping slightly at the sound of the rather loud ding. Letting out a rather hefty breath he pushed himself off the wall then walked out into the lobby. Looking around he waved at the security guard, Frank, then walked outside. Frank in his mind never did anything. He was just the chubby guy that sat behind the desk eating all the time, and occasionally falling asleep with something in his mouth. Chuckling lightly at that fact he looked around then walked across the street. There was only one good thing about his apartment, and it was the fact that it was close to the beach. Taking in a deep breath of the crisp night air he smiled then wondered over to the cool water or well ice.

Looking around he thought for a moment before looking up at the rather clear night sky. Smiling he started counting the few stars that had decided to show up before a sweet voice hit his ears. Bringing his head back down he looked around him on the beach making sure to make two complete circles before actually looking to the water. Seeing a body he stepped closer then stopped himself. 'What if it's a dead person? It's not a dead person! Why would it be singing if it's dead?!' he hissed in his head just having a small side argument. Walking as close as he could to the water he leaned out and looked over the body in the water closely. It was a he from what he could tell so it couldn't really be an it anymore it would have to be a he or him. Biting his lip he reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes trying not to let his bracelets click together in the attempt. He didn't want to startle the boy, but he also wanted to know why he was in the water in below zero temperatures. Taking in a deep breath he looked around before looking back at the boy. "Hey!" he said rather quietly. For some reason he thought that if he spoke too loud he would wake the dead or something, but maybe it was just all in his head. "What are you doing in the water when it's soo cold?" he questioned kind of sinking into his hoodie more. He had to admit that he was rather cold, but he couldn't really help that seeing as how he had only slipped his hoodie on expecting it to be a bit warmer then it was even though it clearly wasn't.

Vladimir had a rather thick Russian accent that liked to play with his words, and make them sound more harsh then what they really were. "Aren't you afraid you're going to freeze to death?" he questioned. Looking the boy over once more he caught glimpse of a tale and gasped. "What's in the water by you?! Don't move! It could eat you!" he squealed before reaching up to cover his mouth. Of course Vladimir being Vladimir he thought the worse instead of the obvious. He thought it was a shark or something instead of the tail actually being attached to the boy. Looking around he whined then looked back at the boy. "I don't want you to get eaten!" he squealed still nibbling on his lip.

Translations ;;
Тупоумный лист! - Stupid sheet!

[a r e u m d a u n]

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Tyler Kristopher Maddox

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XOXOa l o n e XO

Tyler had been still thoroughly engrossed in his thoughts, still mindlessly blowing bubbles in the water, though a giggle tore him from the deep realms of his mind, his eyes widening in a threatened way when he looked up and saw a fiery haired girl not quite so far away from him, crouched down at the shore with a sketchbook in her hands. Yes, a tiny, artistic, gentle faced girl was really something to be threatened by. Tyler almost rolled his eyes at his own reaction, though he couldn't help the growing fear in his heart. He had never been so close to a human, let alone interact with one! Though, however much his heart raced with panic, he also felt something else surge through his body. Invigorating, exciting, empowering. While other losers were lazing around at home where the water was most warm, here he was, in the practically frozen parts, conversing with a human. Maybe if he told this story later, no one would believe him, but it didn't matter. He shouldn't go around gossiping about interacting with a human anyways; he was just about known for his hate towards humans and their waterless world.

It was a cute giggle, that was for sure. The girl was definitely one of the more attractive humans he had seen. She was rather frail looking, though; thin and pale, and such an innocent looking expression. He almost felt himself blush at his own thoughts. Girls had never exactly interested him before. It wasn't that he was interested in boys, exactly, but he hadn't ever been into the whole idea of romance in general. He had never had a girlfriend; never even been on a date. Never been kissed, never held hands. Hell, he had never even liked a girl before, so his sudden attraction for the girl before him completely threw him off, and his heart gave a strange leap, making his breath hitch. Strange...

He smiled playfully as the girl pointed out that he was laying in the freezing water, a good comeback to his own, previously asked question. He obviously hadn't been expecting a response, though he took the opportunity he had been given and answered back. "Well, maybe I'm a contribution to the weirdness," he said, sticking his tongue out. Was he cold? Yes. In fact, he was terribly freezing. Sure, this temperature of water wouldn't give him hypothermia or make him horribly ill or anything of the sort, but he was definitely uncomfortable. "Hell no, I'm not cold." Complete lie. His teeth almost chattered as he spoke.

Tyler blinked as he saw the drawings, not believing what he saw. Sure, they were him, but they couldn't be hand drawn. No way. They were obviously printed photos... In black and white... That had just been printed... ? He knew the only logical explanation was that they were drawn, but... Impossible! They were just too good to have been drawn by human (or even merpeople) hands. Still, Tyler longed to go forward to get a better look at the drawings, and he felt himself involuntarily floating closer to the shore, but then he suddenly pushed himself further in the water. He couldn't show the girl what he was; that would be a disaster. It could put the whole underwater world in danger, but damn... He really wanted to see the drawings up close. "Did you really draw those?" he asked stupidly, still entirely stunned by their quality, "Or do you have a portable printer hidden somewhere around you?" The fact that the girl had been watching him long enough to draw him hadn't quite dawned on him yet, though when it did, he frowned, one of his fingers poking above the water to tap his chin thoughtfully. "Are you some sort of stalker? Well, you don't really look like it, being a shrimpy girl and all. You look kind of innocent, anyways." He laughed after he realized he had said shrimpy. If there was anyone who knew about shrimpy-ness, it was his kind. Oh, the irony. He really cracked himself up.

[silly selma]

Satine looked towards the stranger in front of her, crouched down as her arms were wrapped around her small body, trying to ignore the cold breeze that chilled both bodies near the ocean shore. But when Satine caught the eyes of the stranger within the water Satine couldn’t help but blush furiously. Those almond shaped eyes reflected such mystery in them, that Satine could feel her heart race with intensity and marvel. Him, and him alone brought so many inspiring thoughts to the small artist that she quickly wanted to reach for her sketchbook and quickly sketch those eyes, to catch them within the pages of her book, where she could see them whenever she wished. Yet those eyes, held another kind of alarm and Satine quickly felt guilty for it seemed her words of curiosity brought caution to the stranger. Revealing a warming smile, she soon saw his feature relax and knew that she had gained his trust, if only for a second. Observing him modestly, she noticed his eyes, his facial features but also the kind of piercings she had in his mouth, her eyes couldn’t help but stare. Wondering why it was needed for so much piercings in one place how was he to kiss whenever he met someone that he truly liked? Were they going to get in the way, or did it feel like any other kiss, ignoring the kind of piercings that he held. Shaking her head from the urges of asking him, she looked at him and heard his response to her question. Weird? That was true indeed, how couldn’t it be? She has seen everyone in the beach, they were all huddled together trying to receive some warmth from their own bodies, there were already people making small bonfires for the celebration of Christmas the following day, yet he had to be the weird one who laid his entire body within the water. Satine’s curiosity continued to burn inside her, he denied the cold that both of them felt yet his body didn’t lie. She easily heard his teeth chattering as he spoke those words and Satine laughed catching unto his lie.

“You say you’re not cold, but your teeth say otherwise” she laughed, she was in so much trouble. She was always the curious pup in the group of the family, and her family hated that trait. She never minded going up to strangers, and ask them questions like at this very instant, but the curiosity and the beauty that this man held was beyond all terms of following the rules. She wanted to see his body; she wanted to know his name and continue to draw him. Talking by her drawings, the man mentioned her drawings, her blue eyes looked down to see her drawings scattered around the sand, and some pages unfortunately were let loose over the years. Her book was leather bound, as the pages were made of the highest material. Her parents couldn’t help but spoil her when they found out the kind of talent their daughter had, yet she never asked for another book. It had the endless amount of pages, and whenever her parents offered for a new book she would quickly decline, for this book was her very first, why was she to dispose of it when she could continue on drawing. Making her feel the kind of nostalgia whenever her pencils touched the pages, but for that she had to pay a price. The pages would lose their strength and fall off, but she would keep stored inside the book, which now she quickly picked up from the eyes of the stranger. Painfully self-conscious of her drawings, she looked away from the man in the water and smiled sweetly as she nodded.

“I am sorry, you were really the only interesting person here in the beach, really the only one who was actually in the water” she laughed, she knew it was true, but she didn’t want to spill the actual real reason. That just by the sight of his body, and the beauty of his face, she wanted to draw him and even paint him if she was able to. To show the world that there was true beauty and this man held it. Looking at his eyes be drawn towards her pictures, she noticed his body begin to creep out of the water but he quickly realized what he had done, that lit her curiosity once more but that question along with her blush quickly subsided when she heard the man accuse her of being a stalker? Her feelings suddenly changed, and her eyes grew dark when he insulted her in being shrimpy as well? Satine gasped and stood up; she looked at herself and knew that unfortunately she was small looking. Her brothers never bothered to teach her any sort of sports and to her demise, her sisters came out much more developed then she did. She was a late bloomer, and because of that fact she still had the image of a little girl. Looking down at the stranger she felt her cheeks burn up from anger then affection, she also looked innocent? Was that an insult as well, Satine couldn’t very well think, being called shrimpy made her feel like she was three, and she was already teased at home but being teased by this man made things even worse.

“I am not some sort of stalker, they are creepy as heck, I just wanted to draw you because you were extremely handsome, that is it,” she said abruptly until she realized the real reason behind her sketches, trying to recover she thought up on anything to throw off the man, “ and what about you, you’re going to end up dying if you stay in the water in this kind of weather,” she said, rather worried, “your making it seem as if you’re stuck in the water, are you trying to hide something?” she asked him, her temper beginning to drop.





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[Trivial_Insanity]

∰AydanஇDownham∰

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Switching songs Aydan’s eyes slid closed as he relaxed under the starry sky. “This night, this night, just like the rest. These same thoughts running through my head. Same reckless phrase with a different face, they say, they say that I am worthless, but I'm not listening… I swear, and yet. Round, round, they spin like a record now. Same false hopes built to be broke down, Round and around. I'm falling down, again. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words, they surely kill… They surely kill. This feels the same. Complications and different situations. I am holding out for love, is it worth it to die a little each day? All for unseen grace? Sticks and sto--…!” He jumped slightly when his ears picked up the sound of footsteps crunching on the newly frozen ice that rimmed the water. His eyes slowly slid closed, pressing shut tightly in hopes that the person hadn’t seen him and that they were just merely walked past. Then a soothing voice rang out, a strong accent toying with the words playfully as they were uttered. ”Hey!” He flinched and panicked, flailing slightly in his mid before he slowly turned so that his head was facing the other male and his eyes were on the human’s face. The fact that the male was speaking so softly made Aydan smile faintly, his lips twitching lightly. Did he think himself crazy for seeing someone in the water? That even if it was a hallucination, that it wasn’t someone attractive his mind was coming up with? Shaking his head slightly Aydan moved to swim away until that same gentle voice rand out, like bliss to his chilled ears. ”What are you doing in the water when it’s soo cold?”

A gentle laugh passed Aydan’s lips, much to his own surprise and dismay. To the human boy the water would be freezing but to him it was simply chilly, not warm, but not cold. ”Aren’t you afraid you’re going to freeze to death?” Shaking his head Aydan watched as the other’s face twisted into an expression of fear and worry. ”What’s that in the water by you?! Don’t move! It could eat you!” For a moment the human had actually succeeded in making the young merman worry, his gaze shooting around him until his eyes fell upon his own tail splashing around. A small giggle bubbled past his lips and he smiled in slight enjoyment. This man had looked so worried for him! ”I don’t want you to be eaten!” The squeal came from the man at the shore and more giggles of happiness escaped him before his eyes scanned for open gaps of water closer to the human, his curiosity getting the better of him over his rationality. Finding an area where the ice was cracked and broken enough that he would be able to push his scrawny body up through. Ducking under he water he swam towards the opening. Popping up once there Aydan tilted his head to the side in curiosity as he chewed on his lower lip softly. His voice was quiet and musical as he uttered the words he had to say, bright green eyes intent on the human male.

“Nothing’s going to hurt me… that tail you saw is mine.” Pulling his body up a bit more he allowed the other to see where the tail connected to his torso, just below the navel. Lowering himself back down the merman prepared his ears for the human to scream and run away from him like most would, causing a large amount of rejection to well up within Aydan and making him slink away back to his own space and hole up again. He personally thought that he wasn’t the most attractive merperson. To him all the others were far more beautiful than he could ever hope to be. Sinking back down under the water so that only his bright green eyes stared up at the other male he played with his fingers as he tried to swallow his nerves. “My… they… I’m Aydan.” Finally able to spit the words he smiled wryly. “What’s… what’s your... your name?”His fingers nervously started to pull at each other, yanking them roughly and he flushed in embarrassment at how terrible he was at with people and other living creatures. His eyes continued to rove over the male’s body, often lingering on those legs, the appendages that Aydan wasn’t ever privy to. Shifting his stare down at his tail that was wadding through the water and keeping him at the surface of the cool water he let out a sigh. Why did his tail have to be such a demonic color? Scarlet, blood red, all colors that were used to describe death and calamity. A small shudder wracked his thin body and he tried to stave off his want to run away from this odd being, to hide away. His hair covered over his eyes and a faint smile colored his lips. He was so stupid, so socially inept due to what everyone thought was Asperger’s. For all he cared it could be true, but he didn’t have enough interest at being a people person. Demi was always meant to be better at everything and Aydan looked up to him and envied him for it.

Grimacing when the sharp edge of the cracked ice behind him bit into his soft ivory skin , Aydan panicked when small blotches of red dotted the water and ice. A slight squeal of pain escaped him and small tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. Aydan didn’t deal well with pain and the freezing air that seeped into the wound as blood oozed out only made him cry even more so in pain, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes like a faucet turned on low. “Uuu…” The faint sound came from him as wet hands rose to swipe the tears from his eyes. He wanted his brother, he wanted Demi. His brother always made him feel better but this time he wouldn’t go to him, Aydan didn’t want to appear to be a complete wuss in front of this newly somewhat befriended male. Sniffling slightly, he slowly calmed himself before forcing himself to relax, ignoring the pain as best as he could.

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When I was a young boy I was honest and
I had more self-control. If I was tempted I
Would run. Then, when I got older I began to
Lie to get exactly what I wanted, When I wanted
It, And I wanted it. Now, I'm having trouble
Differentiating Between what I want And what I
Need To make me happy So instead of thinking
I just stop Before I have the chance to
Contemplate the Consequences of action
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[Zyke Nevaristh]

Xx-------<♥> Avery Spencer Adurae <♥>-------xX
OooAvi SpencerooO

_____Slow. It was always slow this time of year. Everyone was saving their last precious pennies to buy gifts. No one had the spare change to get tattoos so soon to Christmas. It was always like this. And Avery would sit around for hours in the parlor, cleaning his equipment, whistling to the latest tune on the radio if he liked it, cursing at the transmitter if he didn't. Occasionally they would get some kid just barely over the legal age, wanting an early gift to themselves, usually the kind of kids that worked hard for their well earned cash, which would later end up in Avery's pocket after he had paid the rent for his chair. ******** years of business management and art school to own his own parlor, when he could rent a chair instead. Some day though, some day he'd have his own. But, until then, he'd be sitting there for a very long time, until their business hours closed, and then he'd head home in the cold and pray it hadn't snowed, or wouldn't soon enough. Home to his empty apartment and a hot shower and maybe a late night flick on the tube, something unrelated to Christmas. Christ knew the holdiday was blown way out of commercial proportion. Where was there any point in celebrating it any more? Set up a tree by himself. Wrap gifts by himself. Sleep by himself, and wake up alone, of course. Unwrap presents by himself, most of which he already knew the origins of; those he didn't, well, he didn't always have the best memory when it came to keeping track of where he bought s**t. Hell, he'd given up wrapping them, and the tree? Grabbed one of those fake tin canisters that were meant to hold cookies, and stuck his gifts around the table, just little things he needed around the apartment. Toilet paper, a new scrubbie for his kitchen sink, maybe some new bedsheets. Nothing fancy. What was the point? He was alone and had given up celebrating such a hollow, meaningless holiday.

Things would pick up again after the season. Money would be in the pocket again, gift certificates were circulating, people in general could breathe easier while getting their ink, knowing they had enough and wouldn't go in the debt because of it. All in all the few weeks before the holidays just sucked balls. And for now, all Avery had was himself to keep occupied.He could definitely go for a cup of ramen right about now. Anything with salt and a ton of heat. Avery sometimes felt like a reptile for his taste, amused by the simplest pleasures. Stowing away his last box of latext gloves for maintenance, he stood up, feeling the satisfactory pop of both knees as they protruded in the opposite of their intended direction, and then he stretched. Shivering as a draft slipped under the rising hem of his t-shirt, he leaped across the room in a sudden burst of energy, slamming his palm in to the power button of the stereo as he simultaneously hit the light switch. Now all that was left to him to do was get the hell out of there and lock up. Certainly a pleasant little reward for a long day of doing absoultely nothing but cleaning and knawing on several sticks of gum. Scooping the wrappers of such chewing pleasures off the counter, he tossed them one by one in to the trash bin, fooling around and performing the slow motion actions of a victory after each, before he hit the grand finale and spun on his heel with the roars and applause of an imaginary crowd following him. Dead middle of winter, the air bit at his cheeks and finger tips as he commenced with the chore of locking up the door, before drawing his jacket tighter and tucking his fingerless-gloved hands between his arms and ribs.

The walk home was a long one; he practically lived across town and walked the distance every day. Course, he couldn't complain, his little bungalow almost beach front property, maybe just a house and a drive way shy. And the rent was astoundingly cheap for the location, but he had to figure they gave him a discount for the lack of windows in his basement home. He would have boarded them up again anyways, or at least found some heavy drapes. He liked warmth, but light was a different thing when his job wasn't involved. The night was crisp, but it wasn't snowing as best he could tell. There was only a light breeze, which caused him to hug himself tighter, but even he couldn't say it was too bad. The street was pretty dark. It was a good part of town, the one he came from, but sometimes even creepy things happened, like flickering street lights and a dead silence. But both were easily chased away by a flash light and a whistled tune. He couldn't quite place which one, but he knew it was by Kiyoharu, a particular favorite of his, though of the people he'd met who listened to foreign music, he'd yet to meet very many who knew just who he was talking about when he ranted about the guy's guitar. Thus, it was with this added bounce in his step that Avery paced himself on the way home. Maybe it was the disgust for the holiday. Maybe it was the need to break away from his lonely schedule at home and take a lonely visit elsewhere instead. Maybe he just needed to see waves crash on the shore to know that everything would be okay. Any of the reasons were options, but whatever the cause, Avery only briefly stopped in front of his tiny three apartment building, staring up at it with a sort of longing to be away from it, before he shook his head. He had taken a few steps up the partially icy walk, but even that proved to be a false decision, as he soon stopped and turned right back around. The salt in the air called to him. He could always get ramen later. But for now, he felt the need to have his flashlight bobbing up and down the shore line while he took a silent walk. Just something different. It wasn't often he went down to the shore....

--Sorry for the (very) long wait. I was a little backed up for about a week there, and then suddenly, my out of state trip was upon me. I hope this is adequate enough. Sorry again.--