Feb 22, 2019 11:41 PM
i lose my poor soul merman here with thee
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“Ah—”

He reaches out for the scars,

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and then stops himself, frowning.

“...scares you a long time.”

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He flinches again from the hand. 

“It hurt a lot,” he says, simply. 

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He nods, and looks over the scars again — his eyes land on Jean’s collarbone, drift to his wrists.

“...none feeds you?”

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“No one.”

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“Where I came from, there is often not enough food.” He shrugs. “And the less I eat, the better the poison works.”

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“...poison is like mine maybe.”

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“...yours is venom,” says Kyou, both visibly concerned and taking furious notes.

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“Why, what’s your venom like?”

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“Don’t know. They scream and then they are happy and then come back.”

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Tired laugh. “It’s not like your venom.”

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“Not screaming? Not being happy?”

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“Not screaming. Sometimes happy for some people, but not for me.”

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“If not happy why you drink it.”

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“It makes me less afraid. And it helps me sleep.”

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He nods.

“...drink that now and be less afraid?” he says, hopefully.

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“It will also kill me sooner or later. Kyou unaccountably objects.”

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"I do."

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"...maybe not drinking is better," he concedes.

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“It doesn’t work very well anyway.”

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"Mine makes...you...very very not afraid."

He looks pleased with himself.

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“You said it makes you scream,” he points out. 

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"First screaming. Second–"

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...he doesn't have the words for this.

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He closes his eyes and sighs blissfully and mimes floating back in the water.

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