Out of the Blue

«I'll never forget you, Crest.» «You couldn't even if you wanted to.» That sarcastic tilt to their mouth is back. And they're right. I could never forget them, and I'll never want to. «I love you,» I whisper. «I wish I could hear you say that forever. Keep it in a shell to press to my ear and listen to for the rest of my life.» «Can you do that? With your mer magic?» Crest shakes their head, then taps their temple. «But I'll keep it here.» I tap my chest, right over my heart. «And I'll keep you here.»

Under the sea, we're all mer. We're all they/them. And we don't have this strange obsession with sex organs, since we don't have any.

I realize that the Blue might not be able to give me everything I need. Because I need this. Because I need Sean.

I mean, they live in the fucking ocean.

You’re not like those sirens that eat people, right? We both know I’d be lying if I said I’m not meaty. I am and I know I’d taste good and—Fuck! If you are going to eat me, I am not doing a good job of trying to convince you otherwise.

They’re sort of like manatees, but humans literally squeeze their teats to make milk shoot out! Land is weird.

A grin splits Sean’s round face from ear to ear. It’s actually kind of cute. Gross.

hot. It was the perfect rom-com moment, when the two leads finally realize they’re meant to be together,

Have an enjoyable day? Kavya calls this my Upset Accountant, where I sound like a very bland accountant when I’m flustered.

they were almost as nice as the way his thighs bulge against his shorts, or his stomach against his shirt. I like it, how big he is.

Sean kneels down next to me and starts stroking my back. The motion of his hand moving back and forth, back and forth is like the tide coming onshore to wash a beach clean. It’s hypnotic, calming, and after a few minutes I finally feel well enough to stand up.

Sure, the Scorseses and the DuVernays of the world make great work, but what’s better than watching something that makes you want to fall in love and laugh all at the same time? Rom-coms are God’s work.

He takes a deep breath and yells, “I love you, Sean! I can’t stand us being apart. Pick me. Choose me. Love me.

but you’re already moving on with the hottest redhead to wash ashore since Ariel. Does he give you driftwood?

Where I’m from, there’s a thing called consent!

Maybe humans aren't as magicless as I thought. There's definitely some kind of power in movies.

The blue knows what it's doing, if you just trust where it's taking you.

He? Elder Crab warned us about this. About humans' obsession with gender, and how labels and rules mean so much to them when it comes to the body.

More often than not, my eyes would drift from my phone and I’d just stare at D with this goofy grin on my face. Dominic would smile back, somehow interacting with the tourists onboard while still making me feel like it was only the two of us up top.