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{Mermaid!AU} Vernon

he was the most requested,,,so i hope i did him and his fans justice~
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  • the summer house your friend has let you borrow for the month is beautiful, to put it in the most simplest of terms 
  • it’s small, but comfortable and rustic - with wooden floors and simple, white linen sheets
  • the windows in the bedroom open up to a view of the shimmering sea, the breeze carrying the familiar scent of the ocean greets you every morning like a welcomed kiss on the cheek
  • you couldn’t have asked for a better place to relax, for a better place to draw inspiration from
  • so - as you’ve got a good amount of time on your hands before you have to go back to the city and your hectic schedule
  • you decide that you’re going to channel this inspiration
  • you’re going to paint the sea
  • the first day, you just sit in the sand and sketch
  • the crystal clear shallow waters are warm, there are tiny fish that you can see that swim among the calm floating seaweed
  • you smile at them as you hold your sketch book in your hands
  • your first week is just sketching, just outlining, just taking long walks for endless hours up and down the coast
  • so you can get to know the sea, get to know it’s unique shape and color
  • and then after the first week is over, you come to the ocean with an easel and some oils
  • you’re ready to paint
  • you’re frustrated at first,,,,,every line you draw doesn’t look right. you end up with some paint on the easel
  • but you don’t like it, scrunching up your face and returning to the house to put the easel down and gather just enough money to run down to the local, tiny main street
  • the bakery boy, his name is seungkwan, waves as you pass by
  • you make it just in time to the supply store - to get one more easel and haul it all the way back home
  • “ill start over tomorrow.” 
  • you promise, before getting yourself ready for bed
  • it’s early,,,,,maybe 5 am when you venture back out to begin painting
  • but when you get on the sand you stop yourself, set your things down and walk slowly toward the water
  • you let your feet get a little wet, you acquaint yourself all over again with the waves
  • and only then do you go back, starting a new fresh drawing
  • this one, you like much better. you only get to paint some parts of it - until you feel your stomach hound on you to get back home
  • this happens for the course of a couple of days, you go slow - but you make it perfect
  • and by the end of your second week, your painting is done,,,,,,
  • but your hands crave to create a new one
  • “another canvas?” 
  • seungkwan asks, eyebrow risen as you walk past him one afternon
  • you shrug, “ive got the motivation to draw.”
  • “you must be under the sea’s spell.” 
  • he jokes, but you agree - maybe you are,,,the sea here is just different - she’s nurturing and kind 
  • it’s weird to describe the body of water like a person, but it’s sort of what she’s become to you
  • so when something is off,,,,you notice right away
  • you arrive at the beach just in time to see the rising sun leave the line where it once touched the ocean
  • last night there had been a small storm, rain had coated your window and occasional thunder had stirred you from your sleep
  • but now everything looked peaceful again, everything looked just as it always did
  • but then - just as you were setting your oils out of your bag, you noticed it
  • something was in the water,,,,,something or someone
  • and at first you’d assumed it was just an early morning diver - or maybe just someone that wanted to be alone
  • but you’d already been here for a good two weeks,,,,you knew people usually started showing up only after noon
  • slowly, as to not startle them if they were just enjoying a swim, you came closer to the shore
  • as you did, you could see the person come into focus
  • they were definitely,,,,floating,,,,with their eyes closed
  • but their arms were open - fall wingspan and they didn’t look like they were moving at all
  • suddenly, the worst kind of dread was seeping through you 
  • and your feet picked up pace, till you were in the water - fighting against the small current to get closer to the floating boy
  • “are you alright?”
  • you asked, when you got close enough to see the features of his face
  • his long, dark eyelashes rested against his skin
  • hair the color of amber splayed out in the water around him
  • and his lips were ajar, as if he’d stopped speaking mid-sentence 
  • you hesitantly reached out, touching his cheek to try and get a response,,,,,,,,,,nothing
  • but upon getting even closer, there was something else 
  • aside from his handsome looks, he was wearing something that looked like it was made of expensive pearl around his neck - not a rosary, but as long as one that rested on his chest
  • which you had now only come to realize was naked,,,,,,,,
  • jumping back, you refused to let your eyes travel downwards 
  • instead, you were sure something was wrong and you were going to need help getting this person onto shore
  • so, trudging out of the water - you ran, soaked to where you were sure you’d find someone
  • and you did, baker boy seungkwan had gotten to the shop early to do some sweeping and get the business ready for opening
  • when he saw you, clothing wet and eyes wide he nearly jumped over the counter to see if everything was ok
  • “no,,,,there’s a boy - he’s just,,, floating in the water - i think he’s alive but he’s,,,no responding and ,,,, please help me get him out!”
  • seungkwan immediately nodded, throwing his apron off and following you down into the ocean where he hauled the body of the boy out, holding him as you kept your eyes off his exposed body
  • “why would anyone go swimming naked in the ocean at this hour?”
  • seungkwan asks, as you hand him a towel and place the other one under the head of the rescued boy
  • seungkwan had laid him out on your bed, using the sheets to cover him up and promising that he’d be back afterwork with some clothes for him
  • you could only shrug your shoulder, you had no idea either - people in this town were laidback,,,,but not to such an extent
  • “maybe when he wakes up he’ll tell you.” seungkwan checks his watch and nearly jumps up “but for now, im late. ill swing by, so see you then!”
  • he calls and you give him one last wave as he disappears out the door
  • the silence of the house is all too real as you sit at the desk beside your bed, looking at the mysterious person now laying before you
  • his face reminds you of some kind of young prince, maybe from old nineteenth century paintings
  • there’s something almost picturesque about the perfect slope if his nose and the delicate features of his lips and eyes
  • you almost don’t realize it, but you reach for your sketchbook and start mapping out some of them
  • the drawing lets the time pass and when you get up to make lunch, you nearly jump when you hear a loud noise from the bedroom
  • rushing back, you see the boy sitting up in your bed
  • his shoulders slouch forward and the pearled necklace around him is so long that the end pools ontop of the sheets
  • “wh-where am i?”
  • he groans, eyes meetings yours with slight dissatisfaction
  • “i,,,i found you in the ocean - i think you were unconscious for a bit.”
  • he gives a look that makes it seem like he doesn’t believe you and you aren’t sure how else to describe it
  • “i think,,,maybe you were swimming and hit your head on a roc-”
  • “no. that’s not what happened.”
  • you recoil at his flat tone, not exactly enjoying the way he’s talking back - i mean afterall, you pulled him out of there and let him rest in your bed,,,,,,
  • you had no reason to explain yourself to the person you’d rescued
  • “ok then. what happened?”
  • he plays with the pearls, rubbing them between his two fingers and then looking back at you
  • “my people are probably waiting for me to return, i will go now.”
  • without another word he gets up, your hands reflexively come up to your eyes and you shout for him to please cover up
  • the boy raises an eyebrow and then pulls the sheet from the bed around his hips
  • “i forgot that humans are incredibly modest.”
  • you let your hands come down, blinking as you look at him
  • “humans?”
  • his look of uninterest turns quickly into somewhat of a smirk
  • “oh right, im not human. im a mermaid. a royal one for that matter. my people will be happy that you found me, but i must go at once so they do not worry about their-”
  • he takes a step forward and then teeters back against the bed
  • pulling the sheet up, there’s bruising around his ankles - you hadn’t even noticed it before but he purple and yellow swells are prevalent on his skin
  • “oh it’s already starting.”
  • he hisses, falling back again onto the bed as you rush over
  • “what do you mean? should i call a doctor?”
  • you ask, half out of worry about his legs and half out of worry about his mind
  • a prince? a mermaid prince? what is this, some kind of kids fairy tale? did he fall off a rock and hit his head that bad?
  • the boy shakes his head, throwing one arm over his eyes
  • “no, human medicine won’t fix this.”
  • there he goes again
  • he lets his hand drop as his eyes fixate on yours, they’re the color of honey when it’s mixed with milk
  • but there’s something sharp inbetween that softness
  • “you must get me back to the ocean, my tail will grow back in a matter of days and i will need to be in the water-”
  • “are you crazy? what tail are you talking about, your ankles looks swollen let me at least ice -”
  • you turn, but then feel a hand grip your wrist
  • “i told you already, no.”
  • it sounds like an order, you think for a moment maybe this guy is a prince - he sure talks to people like he is
  • but you shake him off
  • “fine, if you want to suffer that’s fine. but im not letting someone injured go back into the ocean, especially since there might be another storm tonight.”
  • he shifts - opening his mouth almost in protest, but the sound of knocking on your door cuts him off
  • you answer it, seungkwan is there with a bag 
  • “the clothes”
  • you sigh, “seungkwan, he’s such a pain - please go deal with him.”
  • seungkwan chuckles, “he can’t be that bad.”
  • but,,,,he eats those words when he leaves your room looking grim
  • “does he think he’s the king of england or something? sheesh.”
  • you laugh, talking with seungkwan a bit till he leaves again
  • when you return to the room, the boy has on some of the khaki pants and an boat-collared white shirt 
  • his hair has dried and falls in naturally small waves against his forehead and he’s holding,,,,your sketchbook
  • “HEY!”
  • you snatch it back and he grins
  • “i see you’ve already drawn someone familiar.”
  • you purse your lips, closing the book and sighing
  • “you can’t look through my things. we don’t even know each others names.”
  • “vernon, prince vernon.”
  • you say your name back, and he repeats it with an approving nod
  • glad my name’s up to your standards, you almost say but hold it back
  • “so, you said something about ‘it starting’. what did you mean?”
  • he sits up, you can still his bruised ankles like this
  • “well, mermaids can’t stay in human forms for a long time. after a couple of days, your legs begin to morph back into your tail but at first they must be rendered useless. this is just the first stage.”
  • you feel uncomfortable, he talks about this so easily
  • as if it’s real
  • maybe,,,,,maybe it is?
  • giving him the benefit of the doubt you ask, “does that mean at some point you won’t be able to walk?”
  • he looks down at his hands, neatly followed in his lap
  • “yes. and when my tail comes back, ill need to be put in water or else i could die.”
  • that night, you let vernon sleep in your bed. you sit on the blankets on the floor and think hard about what he’s told you today
  • there’s no point for him to lie,,,,,,,but,,,,,,mermaids?
  • you turn onto your side, seeing only the outline of vernon in the darkness of the room
  • if he’s telling the truth, does that mean other things exist in the world? vampires? werewolves?
  • your eyes shut - the idea sends a shiver down your back 
  • and you almost don’t believe him, really - you almost get up and call the doctor the next day to get vernon some help
  • but when you’re awaken and you see, the bruises have escalted - fast
  • you start to trust in vernon
  • because there’s no way he could have self-inflected them, but there they are - bright and vibrant on his skin
  • he tries to stand, but only two steps and he falls to the floor in pain
  • you call seungkwan, ask for a couple of changes of clothing and if he knows anyone in town that sells seaweed
  • apparently, that’s a mermaids favotire food
  • now that you’re accepting vernon’s outlandish claims of his origins, you find yourself asking him about it
  • as you two eat, you some toast and butter and him - a bowl of shrimp and seaweed you’d had to literally go to the sea and collect for him
  • he explains that mermaids are much like humans, there’s a schooling system. there’s ranks of mermaids - different kinds, like those born of shark blood or squid blood or the rare stingray blood
  • he himself proudly admits that his coloring is close to that of the golden crossback arowana
  • you don’t know what kind of fish that is,,,but when vernon describes it he uses the words golden scales, metallic sheen like what humans would associate with bronze sculpture
  • you’re both intrigued and caught up in shock - like how can this be real, how can people not know about it
  • “mermaids frequent the shore, we have the ability to turn into this form.”
  • he gestures to his legs
  • “but it’s a painful process and not done often. plus, we live at such depths that humans just can’t possibly find us.”
  • “so, why did you do it?”
  • he puts the finished dish on the desk and asks “do what?”
  • “why did you come to shore.”
  • he quiets for a moment, but then touches the pearl necklace that you’ve noticed he’s refused to take of 
  • “this was given to me by an important friend, it was swept away in a current and this is the closest shore it could have ended up. i transformed to be able to find it again.”
  • you let out a slow nod, seeing something like pain in vernon’s eyes
  • maybe there was something more to the necklace, but you weren’t sure if you’d get it out of him
  • either way, the rest of the day you spent listening to stories from him
  • at some point, he’d fallen asleep again - and you had seen him secretly clenching his teeth before he did
  • the bruises must have been getting more painful
  • as he slept, you sketched - using her imagination to see what a mermaid would really look like
  • you started with the basic human torso, the face was refrenced from vernon and you began to meticessly try and attach a tail to this torso
  • grumbling over how it just looked wonky
  • it didn’t look right
  • and yet,,,,there on the bed beside you was someone who said this is what they were
  • finally, after some time you made dinner and your makeshift bed on the floor, falling asleep to the sound of the waves outside your window
  • you couldn’t believe your eyes in the morning
  • the bruises were getting bigger - the eye purple and lined by glaring, violent yellow
  • vernon had been biting into his knuckle, the pain must have been throbbing by now
  • you didn’t know how to help, what to do and vernon just kept repeating with strain that it was fine
  • but you could see,,,it wasn’t and you were helpless
  • even as arrogant as he’d been at the beginning a part of you couldn’t see him like this
  • instead you reached out, as a last ditch effort and let vernon grip onto your hand with his free one
  • he squeezed so much it hurt, but you knew it was nothing compared to what he was going through now
  • finally, maybe because he just passed out from the pain, he was asleep again
  • you had looked forward to asking him more about his life - learning more about him, the same way you’d familiarized yourself with the ocean when you started painting it
  • now, looking at the finished painting and the clean easel you had bought you wondered
  •  did you know the ocean? probably not as well as vernon did
  • when he woke up, you were in the midst of sketching again, coloring in the mermaid you’d started with gold like vernon had descibred
  • “may i have some water?”
  • his voice was parched, weak - nothing like when you first met him
  • and when you came back with a glass, you had to help him and hold his head up so he could drink
  • finally, on the fourth day the bruises where gone -but his legs had been coated with this kind of golden hue
  • he couldn’t move them at all, but the worst of the pain was apparently over
  • happy to hear that, you chatted with him the whole day once again - and you don’t know what happened but it seemed as if he had,,,,,accepted you almost?
  • he spoke more fluidly, more easily
  • he’d even,,,thanked you when you brought back more seaweed and some lobster that seungkwan had let you have
  • his voice was softer too,,,,,
  • the change had even made your heart skip a bit - because as handsome as he was, this kinder side of him drew you in much quicker
  • “so, when will it be a full blow tail?”
  • “by the end of tomorrow, probably.”
  • he sighed and you pulled the sketchbook of the desk
  • “i tried to draw what i thought a mermaid would look like, is it close?”
  • you opened the page and showed him
  • vernon took it, but looked back at you “remember when you told me i can’t touch your things?”
  • you blushed, “it’s fine this time,,,,since im giving you permission.”
  • he spent quite some time going through your sketches, and when he’d returned the book he just said
  • “you understand it, the ocean.”
  • it was such a short phrase, but it felt grand, you felt as if you’d won some kind of respect,,,,,to be told that by a mermaid
  • “but i still think my favorite is that painting.”
  • he pointed to the finished one of the ocean behind you and you smiled
  • “it took me a week to finish, i wanted it to be perfect.”
  • you explained, eyes still on the painting - not noticing vernon’s eyes on you
  • “yes, perfect.”
  • the time finally came, the next day you could see that vernon’s legs seemed almost stuck together 
  • their golden hue was brighter and he whispered “it’s time,,,,” staring out of the window at the ocean waves rolling in
  • the old woman next door had given you a look when you’d asked for her husbands spare wheelchair
  • but she mumbled that you were an artist - of course you were always doing something weird
  • but as the time neared and you wheeled vernon closer, closer and deeper into th water
  • you noticed that the sun was setting 
  • and thankfully, most beach goers were gone
  • so as you walked farther in - there was no one else but you two
  • vernon finally pushed himself off the seat, diving into the water and for a moment - he disappeared completely
  • you almost panicked, was that it? was that your goodbye?
  • and then you felt it, something brush against your legs
  • you looked down, seeing a flash of gold and then turning just in time to see vernon pop back out from the water
  • his eyes were highlighted by golden like markings running the length of his eyeline
  • and on his neck where gills, decorated with those golden scales he’d talked about
  • what you had felt was his flowing fin, like lace against your skin
  • “watch this.”
  • he grins, pulling back into the water and you watch as his tail comes out amongst the wazes
  • creating an arc of gilded yellow - as if someone has dragged a paintbrush, dipped in golden across the canvas of the blue ocean
  • he was a mermaid, he really was
  • and reaching out back to you, his hand took a hold of your wrist and you stared up into his eyes
  • that pearl necklace glinting with water on his chest
  • “thank you for taking care of me, you’re the only human ive come to like.”
  • he says, and you swallow your embarrassment
  • “ah,,, im glad,,,,”
  • “ill comeback to see you again,,,”
  • he almost whispers your name, hand coming up to push your hair from your face
  • you turn a soft pink, the still water around you two feels intimate and for once the current is pushing you closer to something you really want
  • but vernon must leave, he’s a prince - his people need him
  • he reminds you of this, even when he leans in close and you think that you’ll kiss
  • taste slight saltwater, but a spark that’ll make your whole body feel alive
  • but before you can, just as his lips ghost over yours - you two pull away,,,,,,,,
  • maybe it’s just not the time, maybe you still need time to know each other,,,,
  • and somehow you’re sure it’ll happen
  • you push the wheelchair back up to the sand and sit down beside it, watching the sun completely vanish into the water and the moon come up
  • your last week in the house is rather boring compared to the one before, you draw - alot
  • most of it is your memory of vernon’s face, his beautiful tail
  • and on the day before you leave, you have this strong urge to see the ocean again
  • so you walk the shore, getting your feet slightly wet when you stop and stare
  • washed up, right before you is a large oyster 
  • you’ve never seen one so big, and when you pry it open - inside is a string of pearls
  • they look like the ones vernon had wore around his neck
  • you look up, at the water once more and see the golden tail again
  • as vernon swims away and you grip the pearls in your hand 
  • “ill never forget you.”
  • you whisper, and the ocean breeze carries it to vernon
  • “i know, i won’t forget either.”
  • one day, the ocean will bring us together again 
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Vernon: I made tea.

Seungkwan: I don’t want tea.

Vernon: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.

Seungkwan: Then why are you telling me?

Vernon: It’s a conversation starter.

Seungkwan: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Vernon: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.