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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz - Demon Days
2009 - Mac Miller - Swimming
hostage - Billie Eilish - don't smile at me
Alright - Keaton Henson - Kindly Now
SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji - BALLADS
Stay - Post Malone - Beerbongs & Bentleys
lovecrimes - Frank Ocean - nostalgia, ultra
Retrograde - James Blake - Overgrown
STOP TRYING TO BE GOD - Travis Scott - ASTROWORLD
Love/Paranoia - Tame Impala - Currents}

Give Me Your Favorite Lyric(s).

If you must leave,
Leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak,
Speak every word as though it were unique
If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life's best part
If you must die,
Remember your life

_{-- (Keaton Henson // You)}

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Sadly he wasn't there. Nothing was there.
Keith frowned, missing the presence of the curious face, the tail and the heart worn on a sleeve, but his gut feeling told him the time will come for him to return, and with a stern resolve he eliminated all distractions and raced to the boat, placing himself in the proper mindset to start tinkering. Grabbing a small wooden chair, he rested down on it, beginning to work his way around repairing and cleaning it. Hours had passed, and he realized he was being successfully distracted into doing something else other than think of himself or Shiro, and he could get used to that feeling. Pure relaxation, sometimes frustration at the boat being uncooperative, but anything other than those other overwhelming negative thoughts. Coincidentally, he found a small dusty coin on the inside of the boat. Like the remnants of an offering from long ago.

As he thoroughly cleaned the crimson red exterior of the boat (he was unsure if it was blood or just paint problems) he'd found a small dent on the underside. It felt rough against his fingers, uncomfortable. It was only when he looked at it that he realized what it was; a signature of sorts. The letter K. Keith? He raised a brow. Did his father leave that for him, like he was indirectly saying that he was to be the righteous owner of the boat after him? It was strange, and as his fingers traced the letter, dust began to form inside his nails, and he knew he should get to work before the sun fell.

More work, more sweat later, and the boy was halfway done with getting this boat to work again. A feeling of pride swelled in his chest, having finally completed a mission without procrastinating or lazying about without having it even halfway done. He gave himself a pat on the back for what felt like the first time in ages, and he huffed, leaning back to commend himself on his work. The red exterior on the boat gleamed in the almost disappearing sunlight, and the mark of the 'K' held unreachable answers to questions he didn't know he had. With a stretch of his body, he sighed and placed the chair away for tomorrow. And that's when he heard it, the small wave in the water. A beckoning. There he was. His Shiro.

Was he really his, though?

"Shiro," he said in greeting, his voice low and shy but still heard as he walked closer, waving at him. He half-wondered if he could pronounce his name now but decided not to bring it up just yet as he sat in front of him, knees scraping the wood.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Shit at writing.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Click, click, click.
An incessant noise.
Keith.. Keith. Can you hear me? If you do, do not try to find me.
This is just another one of your dreams. My life is too dangerous for you to be part of it. I'm sorry. I miss you, but I can't be with you anymore. Please don't hate me.

He grumbled in his sleep, trying to will the words out of his lips. Trying to speak up for himself instead of watching people make decisions for him for what felt like the millionth time. He had the right to say no, to deny everything, but people still let him go just to protect him, to keep him safe. Fuck that, he was capable of that on his own. But that clicking noise, it went on for what felt like hours on end, like something was tapping against that window. Wait.

Once that small fact hit him in the face he shot up, just about ready to see who was tapping against his window when he saw a raven that fluttered away as soon as it caught his movement inside, one or two feathers trailing behind it. His eyes had barely taken in any more detail before a rainbow crashed onto his face, like the shell placed against the sunlight was trying to calm him down or distract him. It worked, and Keith leaned his back against the headboard as he felt the colors on his face, photo-worthy. He rubbed at his eyes, sniffing a bit. Too much happened last night. He got drunk, spoke to the merman.. spoke to the merman...

An instant reminder of the kiss he'd gotten the night before sent his eyes down onto his hand, and he held it fondly once more like he was grasping a memory too precious to let go. He smiled a bit, hopping out of bed and lazily stretching. His hair was, understandably, a mess and locks of raven stuck out at every angle, but he never brought himself to care about that too much. Instead, he dragged his legs over to his bathroom, not so eager to start a new day yet still looking forward to it--surprisingly. Because, at this point in his day he always thought of ending everything. Take the gun his father left behind for him, pull the trigger and that'll be all. No one would notice, no one would care, and he liked it better that way. After all, he'd gotten pretty close to that only a few days ago.

But there was a new motivation there, something deep that Keith couldn't pinpoint, but he knew for a fact that it had something to do with a particular sea creature he came into recent contact with. Maybe he's not mending him, but he's making the pain tolerable and he needed that. Aside from him pushing himself to move, the excitement of seeing him again was also a contributing factor to the equation. He needed to see him again, otherwise the nagging feeling in his chest won't settle, but this time he wanted to join him at sea, fix the damn boat and let Shiro lead him wherever, because that's where he'll go, but he still lacked supplies, and that's what he took his bike for.

It was strange. He stopped riding his bike months ago because he simply had no reason important enough to, yet there he was now, racing through the road and over to the nearest market where he was with Kolivan just days ago. He picked up what he needed, paid and raced back to the beach, half-hoping he'll find Shiro waiting there, because life was apparently a romantic drama movie. Of course he won't be there. The merman had a life, he knew that, and getting so attached was dangerous. He needed to get himself together as he approached the rundown boat, placing his tools beside it and deciding to spend his entire day fixing it, but a part of him nagged that he needed to take a look at the dock first. And he did just that, his hands behind his back as he swayed over to the deck, wondering if there was anything even awaiting him there. Maybe a shell. Maybe Shiro himself. Both were just as amazing.

What Are You Listening To?

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

His droopy eyes widened with full attention as soon as Shiro took hold of his hand, and he found himself letting him hold it for as long as he wished. His palm felt soft when he dropped his fingers to gently touch the skin, but he could still feel faint scar marks on his hand. Even with that feeling, Keith still found himself loving the warmth this hand brought him, and he was instantly reminded of how much he missed skin to skin contact no matter how much he denied it. Though, when Shiro pulled his hand closer to his lips and planted what felt like the most gentle kiss against his knuckles, the boy knew he was done for.

He just kissed him. And if he wasn't initially charmed by anything related to this merman, he absolutely, undoubtedly was now. A dark blush embraced his cheeks, and his eyes never left the creature as he let his hand go, swimming away. The kissed hand was now against his chest, and he could almost feel his heart hammering. Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Within seconds, he was on his feet, hoping he at least had some small ounce of control over his emotions before he turned and once again lost his cool the moment their eyes met. Only then did Keith remember that he had a home to return to, but he felt wide awake now.

Such a simple gesture was bound to leave Keith playing it back in his head all night, burning into his mind so that he never forgets it, even as he wakes up the next morning.

He walked up the dock, his movement deliberately slow as the overwhelming feeling in his chest still thumped, until he was inches away from the abalone shell Shiro gifted him. He held it in his arms, before he was finally up on the sandy stairs, only a few steps away from his shack. He took a deep breath, before he glanced at the merman again. He hoped he couldn't see him blush, and instead he waved at him, shooting him a fond smile before he turned, up on the stairs the way he came. What he hadn't noticed, were the words that slipped out of his mind and over to Shiro's telepathically, three words all at once. Loud and clear in Keith's voice. Sleep well, Shiro.

Once inside his shack, he closed the door shut behind him, resting his head against the wood before he began to feel at the kissed hand with his other hand. He placed the shell in front of the window pane, expecting the rainbows to hit his face while he slept in the morning. He continued to touch at it, the slight wetness on his knuckles driving shivers through his spine until he fell back on his bed, his smile dissipating into a peaceful expression. He was feeling so many feelings at once, and not one was negative, for the first time in a while. The ceiling was suddenly interesting, and the bed was pretty cozy, and soon enough he was asleep, his eyes shut and breathy snores leaving his lips. What he initially thought was a boring night turned out to be the best night of his whole life.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

As soon as he saw the other drop his head to his shoulder, his hope of convincing him to stay began to reappear and he smirked, taking all of this time to stare at his features up close. There was absolutely no way he would have done this so eagerly, so comfortably, if he were sober, and now not only was he drunk but he was also getting quite sleepy. His drooping eyes still took the details of his face in, though. His eyes, his cheeks, everything that looked so foreign yet so familiar. So humane yet otherworldly charming. He saw the gesture and nodded idly, then tilted his head to the side, laying his cheek on his arm. If only this guy were human. He would probably be a gymnastics coach, or some sort of captain, or school jock, maybe even a pilot, or..

In his deep thought, he didn't even realize his other free hand had softly and ever so gently placed itself on the white tuft of hair sticking against Shiro's forehead, stroking his hair admiringly. It was so soft and wet against his fingers that it felt like a human's hair. Like when his father used to let him play with his hair all he wanted, or when his mother gently caressed him to sleep, her fingers delving deep into his raven locks while he slowly fell into a state of unconsciousness. It gave him a fond feeling, memories he thought he forgot with the wind that occasionally swept his hair as he laid there. But he was still remembering, and his heart was still swelling, and he hoped Shiro wouldn't mind the sentimentality that washed over him like a violating wave. He usually hated when people were around him in this state, but with the merman... all fears washed away.

He sighed, eventually pulling his fingers away and placing them over his head. If only he could speak to Shiro telepathically, maybe he could understand more than the humans like him did. And so, he squeezed his eyes shut, focused with all the sober might left in him, willing a word--any word--through his mind and over to the merman's. But he couldn't. Nothing came across to the other, and he couldn't even manage a single thought in his head right now. It frustrated him, so much, and he let out a groan. "I wish you could understand me like I understand you," he murmured, not expecting a reply as a deep frown graced his features, his fingers still high and idle up in the air like they were since they left Shiro's hair. "But you can't." He said like he just accepted a harsh truth.

He wanted to get up now, hide his face and hopefully go to sleep back in his shack, but he couldn't get himself to leave the dock either. Eventually though, he only slightly sat up, knelt on his legs as they slowly scraped against the wooden structure.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

He tried not to laugh as he saw the merman crossing his arms over his chest, sternly frowning like an unhappy parent. The way he looked felt so human and way too funny for Keith's own good, so he began to chew on his lower lip making a silent oath to never let a single laugh escape his mouth at the sight. The wind swept against his hair as he sat up, watching as the other moved up a bit more up the deck, his entire chest now exposed to him, and with a small flip in his own chest he wondered what he was going to do. A part of him blared its alarms again, hoping he wouldn't get splashed or dragged into the water, and his eyes began to showcase slight worry before he felt the hand around his foot and felt the fingers against his toes. Immediately, the sensation of being tickled ran straight to his mind, and his teeth bit deeper into his lips.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a slight croak sounding in his voice as he tried his hardest not to laugh while also trying to stay still, completely not fazed and even challenging the other to do his worst. "I'm still not leaving!" he attempted to act like he was annoyed with the merman, trying to pull his foot out of his hold before he let out an uncalled for squeal among his thrashing, and his eyes widened at the creature like he hoped he hadn't heard that sound before he exploded in fits of laughter. At first, they were small, short giggles, then they escalated into full-blown chuckles, exactly like when the other man mispronounced his name. "Fuck, stop tickling me!" He covered his mouth, trying to pull his foot out of his grasp. It was a burning sensation to be tickled, a giggly kind of torture, and he was laughing so hard he was barely breathing. His voice echoed through the night, the way he snorted and wheezed like he heard the best joke of his life.

"Mercy!" He said with a grin between laughs, holding his hands up in surrender and pleading with the merman to let him go. The part of him not laughing was wondering how Shiro knew to do that trick. Did he try it with another human before? Better yet, was Shiro ticklish on his tail too? He made a mental note to take his revenge later when the opportunity presented itself, but he realized he still wanted to say around for longer. Sleep wasn't such a good activity for Keith, since all it did was bring bad memories and restless nights, so he tried to convince him to stay. Just a while longer. "A little longer? Please?" He acted like there was a watch on his wrist that he pointed at, then made his best impression of puppy eyes, which wouldn't have come easily if he were sober. He even sat on his stomach cheeks in his hands, approaching the other so he could express his desire to stay with him more.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

He waited, and waited for Shiro to answer his suggestion, but it didn't seem like he understood, and it made Keith sigh. If only this creature understood Keith the way he understood him. And even that was strange. It almost felt like an enhanced sense; like he could listen to merfolk talk and relate to every word, like it was in his blood, but they didn't understand him back. What did he lack, and what did he need to make them get him? He frowned a bit staring down at the rocks, wishing there was a different way. A better way of communication, and although he loved the attention he was getting at the moment, occasionally staring up at the eyes gazing at him, he thought that wasn't enough. Even when things involved staring at a sea creature he found handsome, he needed to talk and be talked to. It was the one thing he missed, the one thing he always took for granted.

His eyes found their way up again, away from the rocks, his ears listening in on the waves clashing against the wooden structure before he heard a voice in his mind and it made his eyes widen, staring back at the sea like someone spoke to him there. But it was Shiro's voice, loud and clear in his head. "What the.." he murmured to himself, looking quizzically back at the merman like he was asking a silent question. His voice sounded like the waves in the morning, the wind hitting against the surface of the water. It frightened him at first, but it felt so familiar too. Like he heard someone else's voice accompanied by those same waves, someone that was trying to talk to him and lull him to sleep once upon a time. What was going on?

He was still wide-eyed for a few seconds, his state of drunkenness messing up his reaction times before he decided, 'fuck it'. He downed an entire bottle of beer. Of course this was bound to happen.

So, in a childish state of revolt, he gave a small pout and shook his head, pointing against the wooden structure. Then, he laid his back against it, imitating the motion of pulling a blanket over his body then clasping his two hands under his ear, closing his eyes. He was going to sleep here, and this 'injustice' he was against was very cruel. He opened an eye, staring at the other to see his reaction to that small show.