[ nick is the perfect image of a tragic creature where he wallows in the lake, gazing out past the water's edge and to the house with wide, mournful eyes and the urge to crawl back out and find the missing piece that will fix this hole in his heart. he knows that it's out there, somewhere, on the land, and yet the longer nick spends in the water, the more right that feels too.
it's all too easy for his attention to be pulled back though, away from the shore and the house that hurt him so, and back to the creatures that keep him company here. nick had cried when he first touched his throat and found gills under his fingers, but now he tips his cheek to press against scales and it feels right. they are fascinating, they are beautiful, and why should he have to drag himself out into the cold, dry air to cure this loneliness inside of him? ]
We could stay here, forever. Wouldn't that be nice?
[ he finds a hand, webbed and clawed, and loops it with his own, squeezes lightly. but even as he speaks it's with a longing sigh, eyes already drifting away again. he just wants, nick wants, and he longs, and he yearns, so much so that he can't settle without pressing the line of his body up against armand's, without reaching to stroke his fingers against iggy's cheek.
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it's all too easy for his attention to be pulled back though, away from the shore and the house that hurt him so, and back to the creatures that keep him company here. nick had cried when he first touched his throat and found gills under his fingers, but now he tips his cheek to press against scales and it feels right. they are fascinating, they are beautiful, and why should he have to drag himself out into the cold, dry air to cure this loneliness inside of him? ]
We could stay here, forever. Wouldn't that be nice?
[ he finds a hand, webbed and clawed, and loops it with his own, squeezes lightly. but even as he speaks it's with a longing sigh, eyes already drifting away again. he just wants, nick wants, and he longs, and he yearns, so much so that he can't settle without pressing the line of his body up against armand's, without reaching to stroke his fingers against iggy's cheek.
he's just so lonely, even here, even with them. ]