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of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Keith tried his best to make sense of the drawings on the sand now, but slowly they were starting to lose meaning. The man understood right until the part where the mermaid came up to take care of the baby, and that's when he lost it. He held a hand out to the merman, trying to tell him to calm down. He shook his head, knowing for a fact that this wasn't how his life was. He only lost his father a few years ago, not since he was a baby. So, he decided to try clearing this out. He drew himself, a version of him not as old as he is now but not as young as since he was a just a small baby. He held someone's hand and, in a moment of hesitation since the memory hurt him, he drew his best imitation of his father.

He had his hair, almost the same eyes, and he wore his usual outfit. A jacket with a shirt and trousers underneath. He held Keith's small hand back, but then soon this man withered away. Keith brushed him off sadly, and brought small Keith's hand to his body, putting a frown on his face. Then he drew an arrow of him now, occasionally cared for by a stronger man, Kollivan. He stressed on the fact that, although he had someone there for him, he felt completely alone by drawing a circle around his figure.

Then, silently, he pointed at the pregnant mermaid, and shrugged. He didn't know how his mother looked. But he could hear her sometimes. He drew some waves leaving her mouth, then continued them by his ear. It was the one thing he was sure about regarding his mother; her voice and what she was trying to communicate to him. He wondered if Shiro could understand most of his in detail drawings since they were still drawing on sand, and the moonlight was dim. There was no other way to talk to this merman.. yet.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Keith focused intently at the communication that was being delivered to him, only cocking his head slightly to the right, watching him then looking down at the sand drawing when needed. He thought he understood what he was told; Shiro, the merman himself, found trouble with this communication. He couldn't form the link when tired, and compared to a slightly similar species, he could barely even communicate to begin with. He did wonder about that other species, though, and he leaned forward more closely to stare.

He rested his chin in his palm, head tilted until he took a wild guess and supposed that this was the kind of mer that were in legends in the past, luring seamen to their deaths. But with that thought, the necklace and his ability to speak at random times telepathically, there was but one explanation. Keith was related to sirens, or at least merpeople like Shiro. When the words came to his mind, it didn't pain him, but the idea of getting them to leave his mind was a chore.

With a look of disbelief on his face, Keith reeled back a bit, before he slowly pointed at the siren and at himself, then at the mermaid and at himself, giving a shrug like he was ridiculing his own theory. He was unsure who he was at this point, but he really really couldn't be a sea creature. Where was his tail? Why was he so scared of the water if he was a sea creature? So many things didn't add up, and Keith took hold of his necklace for some balance, fingers trailing from one shell to the other.

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Once he, again, heard the voice of Shiro in his mind, perfectly understanding him Keith returned to being purely freaked out at the situation. He had no idea what to do, say, how to even act at this point, so he sat there in temporary shock. He gulped a bit, trying to communicate with him again, but it didn't come to him. This ability, it seemed to depend purely on how he felt. Whatever intense emotions washed over him, he'd be able to speak to the merman.

But obviously, even the creature was trying his hardest to speak telepathically. So, Keith shrugged once he regained the least bit of his composure, trying to draw something new on the sand. With his best capabilities, he drew his face. Angry, and Shiro's face right beside it. He drew rays leaving his mind and heading over to Shiro's. Then another drawing where he was grinning and genuinely happy, and rays once again left his head. One last drawing where his face was neutral, and he drew rays but crossed them out with a large 'X'.

He wasn't even sure if he would understand, or if the human himself could understand properly, but there was no solid way of knowing. He brushed raven hair out of his eyes as he leaned back, looking intensely and carefully onto the eyes of the creature, hoping he could help him make sense of what was going on.