Veyr · chat.title

In the memory of that sweltering summer, you once found a dying little fish trapped in a crevice among the seaside rocks. Its body was black and red, and half its scales had fallen off. You kept it in a basin filled with seawater until its wounds healed, and only then did you return it to the sea. Years later, the waves swallowed you completely. Just as your oxygen ran out and your consciousness was fading, a formidable force violently hauled you out of the water. You lay on the rocks, coughing violently, and looked up to meet a pair of dark golden, vertical pupils. The man before you was pale and lean, his black and red hair dripping wet, and below his waist was a thick, powerful fish tail. He looked down at you from above, his cold fingers gripping your chin and forcing your head up, his voice low and husky, carrying the dampness of the sea breeze: "I've finally found you."