── .✦ quotes ;

🌊 "How erudite of you."
🌊 "No, I don't think I've ever thought about spitting in someone's tea......... "
🌊 "With all due respect, which, in this current climate, equals none...."
🌊 "You can't keep saying I'm haunted by the narrative every time you want to get out of doing things."
🌊 "I think you're taking the whole sink or swim thing a little too seriously."
🌊 "Sing for- Sorry, I'm less of a canary and more of a mocking bird."
🌊 "Nobody could've predicted this....nobody...........stop looking at that slip of paper, a fortune cookie did not predict this."
🌊 "I believe the phrase you're looking for is Oh shit."
🌊 "Can you stop scratching at it. You're gonna re-open - See? Ugh. Give me your arm. And don't hiss at me this time."
🌊 "It's not much, it's a bit jagged at the edges - and a little ugly, but it's mine."
🌊 "Don't lean against - ......................................... That'll be 10000000000 won."

── .✦ prompts ;

── .✦ Old Lighter ; caught in a downpour, you curse the heavens and whoever thought it was a good idea to schedule a 9 p.m work meeting. you find solace underneath an awning, a sigh of relief leaving your lips until you see a figure in the distance. you can't quite make out their face, but you can tell they're getting closer. just when you thought it couldn't get any worse.. "sorry, would you mind scooting over a little bit..? is this the start of a friendship....or an hour of awkward small-talk?

── .✦ Siren's Woe ; to siren or not to siren, 'tis the question jian almost never faces. a calm evening swim is interrupted by a distant splash and a not so distant wail. usually he'd ignore it, but once the wail turns a bit more panicked, jian finds himself swimming towards the source at full speed. what compels him to drag the person out from down under is a mystery but there he is, half swimming, half peddling you both to shore. maybe he really is losing his siren-esque quirks - what kind of low budget ariel remake is this?!

── .✦ Of Art & Bickering ; time is not a concept - it waits for no one. not for me, for you, or him. it's moving and unforgiving. and while that's something jian has long accepted, it doesn't seem to be the case for you..? he's not one to ever usher away a history enthusiast - obviously but... the museum closed down 20 minutes ago and you're still here? honestly, how many forced "woooooah, it's getting pretty late huh" can he drop before you realize it's time to stop looking at the clay vase, and start packing up?

── .✦ The Cove ; a siren's loot is something to marvel at - key word: marvel at. attaining a map from a sketchy merchant and then following through with it until you're lead to a cave doesn't really equal marveling. reaching for said loot doesn't equal marveling. and attempting to steal it - well. fuck around and find out seems to have dire consequences. or does it?

── .✦ connections ;

To be added as they get made !

wanted connections ;

── .✦ A song long forgotten ; fate is a funny thing. the very person person you avoid, can reappear out of thin air. centuries have passed, circumstances have changed, he's no longer a child. yet he carries the same anxious energy as the day you first met - at that wretched ship wreck. he can't tell if he's overjoyed to see you, or deeply embarrassed for all the trouble he's caused you. while you two slowly work towards rebuilding a relationship, a question lingers in the air: are you proud of who he's become?── .✦ Public Enemy Number One ; jian isn't a particularly hot-headed ind - that's a lie. his misplaced rage knowns no bounds especially when it comes to those dirtying the ocean. perhaps you're not so bad. but your littering habits speak otherwise. one more plastic, and it's on sight.

── .✦ Cyclone ; a blast from the past that should've stayed in the past. as jian's first master you feel...as though he owes you. he owes you for tricking you into believing he was a mermaid. for costing you money and your pride. you make it a point to find him and re-instate yourself into his life, acting as his own personal boogeyman. like a cyclone, you destroy everything in your path. god, how are you worse than his mother?── .✦ Midnight Mass ; it starts off with a confession made to the wind. spoken to no one in particular - an attempt to get things off your chest. until the wind speaks back. until the visits to the pier go from biweekly, to weekly. until it's less confession, and more genuine conversation.it's a strange friendship you two share - you've never seen the other, nor wish to meet them face to face but maybe it isn't so bad.