Ocean Eyes: XIV: Smooth Sailing (Part Two)
“You’re sure it’s not too hot for them to come out?” Stephen asked, craning to see the Inn past Nick’s shoulders. “Humans burn easily.”
Nick shook his head fondly. “They’re coming out. Just give them a few more minutes.”
“We’re so lucky to have them.” Stephen mused. “I misjudged humanity, long before I ever met a member of it, and even though there are a lot of horrible and unkind and careless humans, I’m glad to know that there’s quite a few like this lot.”
Nick smiled softly. “They make me feel safe, especially Claudia. I’m glad that you’ve found that…security, that love, for yourself.”
“That’s Sarah defined- security and love. She’s kinder than my mother, and- well, you met her once- she doted on everyone she met.”
“Once she’s sure they won’t hurt her family!” Nick agreed, laughing.
Stephen snickered at the memory of his mother putting on a mean act to scare away any ‘cowards’ who might betray or hurt her loved ones. Nick and Abby had both passed the test brilliantly- Nick had nearly peed himself in fright, he revealed to Stephen afterward (likely his labssorant instinct keeping him strong, keeping him from turning away from Stephen), but Abby had met her death stare with one even more intimidating, causing the older mermaid to crack. Stephen had never really worried for Abby’s safety after that unless humans were involved.
“I’m still surprised Sarah didn’t rip her to pieces.” Stephen admitted. He didn’t need to clarify who ‘her’ was.
Nick made a ‘hmm’ noise of agreement. “So was I. I think the only reason she didn’t was because she didn’t want to leave your side. I would’ve dealt with her myself, but I was stuck in that blasted tank. But I could see how Sarah looked at you, how desperate she was to save you. Taking care of you was more important to you than getting revenge.”
The blond merman ran a hand down his face. “I still can’t believe how close I came to losing you.” He admitted quietly. “I couldn’t see much from in my tank, but I could see you enough, and Abby and I never left your side until the healers all but dragged you out of our hands. I thought you were going to die; I thought you were dead.”
“Then you know the hell I went through when Helen took you- both times.” Stephen admitted. “The first time, I didn’t know anything. I didn’t know who she was or where she’d taken you. I didn’t know how many people knew about us. I didn’t know if you were alive or what she might’ve been doing to you. All I knew was you were my labssorant and someone had taken you from me. Once I had you back, I told myself I’d never lose you again. And for eight years, I kept you safe from everyone and everything. I knew it was a risk, letting you get close to humans, but you were so happy I couldn’t bring myself to deny you of it. In time, I came to trust them, respect them, and even fall in love with one of them, which even before Helen I didn’t think was possible. But I did, and I don’t regret it, and even when you were taken from me again and how horrible it was, I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t confused and in the dark; I knew exactly what was going on, and I had an entire family of humans on my side. I owe both our lives to them, but that debt doesn’t frighten me. I trust them with it.”
“Aw, c’mere. I gotta hug you after that.”
Stephen laughed and let Nick pull him into a hug, returning the embrace wholeheartedly. Merfolk weren’t particularly ‘touchy-feely’ creatures, but sometimes they didn’t give a flying fish about what the norm was and hugged each other. Especially when they were labssorants.
They separated after a moment, and it was at that moment that they both heard the distinct sound of the Inn door opening, and the laughter of Claudia and Jenny. “It’s about bloody time.”
During Nick and Stephen’s conversation on the dock, a particular set of twins was having a very similar conversation inside the inn.
“C’mon, they’re gonna think we’re not coming out.” Jenny laughed, watching in the mirror as Claudia struggled to help her twin sort out the many strappy bits of her bathing suit.
“They’ll have to give us a few more minutes; you can’t go out half-dressed.” Claudia chided, then flashed a smirk at her twin through their shared reflection. “I mean, Danny probably wouldn’t mind….” She teased, earning a scowl from Jenny.
“Speaking of Danny and clothes, I finally managed to pin down an appointment to look at wedding dresses.” Jenny changed the subject. “And I browsed the website a bit. I actually kinda like the one-shoulder dresses.”
“Oh, I bet you could pull that off. When’s the appointment?”
“Next Thursday. Ugh, there’s gonna be so many questions about every bloody detail of our relationship, and then they’re gonna go after you for supposedly still being single.”
“Can you imagine if Mum knew the truth?” Claudia scoffed.
“Yours or mine? They’re both gonna be there.”
The elder twin winced, having momentarily forgotten that Jenny wasn’t raised by their biological parents. “Well, either of them.”
Claudia made a ‘hmm’ in thought. “I think they’d both be glad we were happy. You can get away with bringing Danny to family functions since he’s got an identity, but I’ll have to pretend to be a spinster forever.”
“Unless you have kids.” Jenny pointed out. “Then there’s gonna be questions, because you’d never let that happen unless you were in a stable relationship.”
Claudia hummed in concession. “True, but we haven’t even really talked about what we are yet, as silly as it sounds. There was always a draw, a pull between us, and we developed this…thing…but we never gave a name to it. It was only when things went bad that I realized exactly where I wanted our relationship to go, what I wanted to be able to call him… what I wanted to be able to call myself.”
Jenny smirked. “Let me guess…the same things that Danny and I could call each other after we both pulled our heads out of our arses, and after he proposed, and after I get to put another ring next to this one?” She indicated her engagement ring.
Blushing, Claudia flicked her shoulder. “Don’t tease me. But yes.”
“It wasn’t until Helen separated Danny and I that day that I realized I didn’t want to live without him, and if she did anything to him I would kill her- sink my nails into her throat.” Divulged Jenny quietly. “I’m guessing it was about the same for you?”
She watched Claudia’s reflection nod in the mirror beside them both through her peripheral vision. “Yeah. Standing outside his tank after everyone had left, I found some very big, loud thoughts screaming at me in the silence. I was terrified of losing him…and you. God, I can’t believe how close I came to losing you.” Claudia admitted. “When you were taken and I couldn’t find you, I was terrified. Once I knew that you’d been kidnapped, and by who…I’d’ve painted the world red to get you back.” She admitted, reflecting on her mental state on that horrible day. “I’d’ve torn them all apart with my bare hands- Helen, Leek, Caroline, the guards. I nearly did just to get to you. But under the anger, I felt… sick… with fear. Even during that bloody yacht debacle, when I’d been so certain I was about to die, I hadn’t been that scared.”
Jenny nodded, chewing her lip. “I know how you feel. The only time I’ve felt so terrified was on that yacht trip, actually. The storm rolled in and the tree branches were coming down and the balcony furniture was all over the place and I knew even you couldn’t fight your way through that storm- not on the yacht, anyway. A bigger boat, maybe, but not that one. And there’s no real inlets between here and Beacon Cove, just that little place Danny said he and Patrick waited it out, so unless you hunkered down at the marina….”
“That’s what I was trying to do, get into that little spot. I knew it wouldn’t be ideal, but it would be better than being on the open sea. But the wind was too strong, and the waves…. You know, I could’ve sworn I told you that we capsized- you and Becker both.”
Jenny gave her a confused look. “When was this?”
“When you hugged me, when you found me on the dock right after I woke up.”
Jenny shook her head. “I didn’t hear you. There was so much going on, Beck and I must’ve just…not heard you say that, for some reason.”
Claudia shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t say it loud enough. We were all crying, too. I always thought it was weird when everyone kept acting like- kept saying- that we didn’t capsize, but I thought maybe you had thought I was being sarcastic-”
“Oh, Claudia, never.” Jenny interjected, seeming horrified by the thought of not taking something like that seriously.
“-or maybe you were just choosing to pretend it never happened.” Claudia finished sheepishly. “I know it was stupid, but I didn’t bother correcting anyone because I didn’t want to think about it any more, and I was afraid that the more I talked about it all, the more likely I was to slip up and say something about the merfolk.”
Jenny smiled. “Glad those days are over. It’s still a secret, but we all keep it together now.”
Claudia smoothed out the strap she had been working on, now finished, but made no move to fuss at any of the others. “It’s taken so much to get us here, though, to this happiness. We seemed so happy before, when we didn’t know about their past and she hadn’t come after them yet and Leek and Caroline hadn’t started staying here yet. And we’re happy again now, and we know we’re all safe, but sometimes I wonder if the only reason we still have that happiness is because of what we all went through. Would we have fallen apart, grown bored or distant, if we hadn’t had to fight for each other’s lives?”
Jenny turned around, putting her hands comfortingly on her sister’s shoulders. “If I’m being honest, yes, I think- I believe- you would have. And Stephen and Sarah, and Connor and Abby. But what happened, the things we survived, the things we did- it was worth it. We all know exactly who we are now, and look at us. Danny and I are still together, and so are you and Nick. Connor and Abby finally pulled their heads out of the sand and got together and Sarah and Stephen’s bond grew stronger without any sense of secrecy or shame between them. How long would it have taken Connor and Abby to face how they felt about each other had it not been for them getting kidnapped, or Caroline? How long would it have taken Stephen to feel comfortable enough to tell Sarah about what happened and be comfortable with all the PDA they have if Helen hadn’t turned up and united them against her?”
Claudia nodded. “That’s a good point. I guess you’re right. I just wish it hadn’t cost so much to get us here. I still get nervous if I go looking for you and no one knows where you are.” She confessed.
“And when it gets stormy I check on you and Danny and Patrick and Connor.” Admitted Jenny in the same vein. “Even if you’re all at home, I still worry.”
Tearing up, Claudia pulled her equally dewy-eyed twin into a tight hug, burying her face into her little sister’s neck. They held each other close, reaffirming to each other and themselves that they were whole and safe and alive and intact while the sorrows and stresses they had bottled up finally, at long last poured out.
“Now, enough of that.” Jenny said decisively, pulling back and dabbing the tiny pools that had formed under her eyes. “Let’s get outside already.”
Claudia smiled and nodded, linking her arm with her twin’s as they stepped into the hallway. “How much you wanna bet Connor’s not out yet either?”
Their laughter echoed down the hallway.
It was a blisteringly hot day that day, and the family knew just how to beat the heat. Claudia had put her black swimdress on and Jenny got into her red cage one-piece (the situation that had required Claudia’s assistance thanks to the numerous straps and fastenings), while Connor unashamedly strolled outside in nothing but a pair of Star Trek swim trunks- once they’d reminded him to go outside, that is. They headed outside and Becker, wearing his minimum amount of clothing as gray shorts (not swim shorts, regular shorts) and a similarly-colored t-shirt, saw his brother and immediately shook his head.
Sarah was a little shy about her swimsuit, a fetching pale sage blue one-piece with a matching short sarong wrap, but it complemented her well, and Stephen’s gaze that roved over her appreciatively banished all doubts from her mind. Emily was really coming out of her shell with a white halter-neck bikini top and a short raisin-purple swim skirt. Her marriage to Henry had quickly trained her to cover as much of her skin as possible- both to cover bruises and to fit his standards of modesty (lest he take exception to her showing her collarbones), but gradually as her bruises had faded and her comfort level had gone up as they years went by, she became less and less afraid to cover up. Still, Emily hadn’t shown this much skin since university.
And Charlotte had very masterfully concealed the scars on her stomach with a navy one-piece that was absolutely stunning on her, a band of mesh just under her chest but not revealing any of the pearly pink-white lines on her abdomen. Emily had helped her pick it out, and Patrick thought it was an excellent choice.
“It’s amazing how much can change in a year, isn’t it?” Patrick mused to Danny as the pair waited for their fiancées to come outside. “A year ago, it was just us, no family and sure we’d both be bachelors for life, and look at us now. Engaged to two of the most incredible women to ever walk the Earth, with a whole huge family of humans and bloody merpeople alike.”
“If you’d told me that a year ago, I’d’ve called you mad.” Danny agreed. “But I can’t imagine any other life now. My life before seems so… dull and empty when I look back at it.”
“Sometimes I wish that I’d met Charlotte years ago when we met Emily, but I wonder if we’d have become as close as we are now.” Patrick admitted. He looked up to Danny’s face but found his brother’s gaze and focus locked entirely one something else, behind Patrick. “Danny?”
The younger Quinn looked over his shoulder to see Claudia and Jenny, clad in bathing suits, dragging Connor by an arm each with them.
Patrick laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Go on, get your girl. We can finish this later.”
Danny needed no further encouragement to walk away, heading straight for his fiancée. Patrick watched him go with a knowing smile. “Whipped.” He muttered.
Now, where was Charlotte?
“Oi, Connor, aren’t you getting in?” Becker called, seeing his brother stand on the edge of the dock and not make any move to get off it.
“Yeah.” Connor called back with an unconvincing voice. “In a minute.” He dipped his foot forward, but his toes had barely brushed the surface before he snatched it back. “Cold.”
“Well, it is the ocean, Connor.” Becker remarked. He loudly shut his book- A Tale of Two Cities- and got up, tossing it into his seat as he strode toward his brother. “Go on, Connor, get in.” He goaded with a smirk.
Connor fidgeted. “I will.”
“Connor.”
“It’s cold!” He defended.
“You won’t be cold once you’ve been in it for a few minutes.” Becker reasoned. “C’mon, don’t make me toss you.”
Connor’s response was to bolt away from the water, fleeing back toward the Inn. Becker shook his head fondly and gave chase, quickly catching up to his older brother and grabbing hold of him as their spectating relatives and friends cheered. He hefted his yelling and begging brother over his shoulders, striding across the lawn and onto the dock. He dragged out the torture a little more, carrying him all the way to the very end of the dock before heaving him into the water. Connor’s strangled shriek was swallowed by the tremendous splash of his flailing body impacting the briny.
A rush of cold enveloped him, shocking him and causing goosebumps to erupt across the entire surface of his skin. A few moments later, he was being lifted back out of the water by a certain blonde mermaid.
Unfamiliar giggling reached Becker’s ears despite his own hearty laughter, and curiously he turned around to see a face he’d only seen twice before- that of Princess Jessica. She was not wearing her crown or any of her usual accessories, save one single strand of pink and white pearls, and her bangs were braided up out of her eyes, running straight into the braid of the rest of her hair that hung over one shoulder. Big Aegean-blue eyes gleamed with laughter as she watched him.
“Princess Jessica!” He greeted, turning to crouch on the edge of the dock to be closer to eye-level with her. “This is a surprise. Is something wrong?”
“No.” She replied. “I just wanted to come back to this place. It’s so lovely, and so are the people who live here.”
Becker smiled. “Well, being one of those people, I take that as a great compliment. Are you getting out of the water?”
“Yes, I would like to, but I understand humans don’t walk around without clothes, and I don’t have any. The first time my family and I were here, we were offered clothes, but you didn’t know I was coming this time.”
He nodded understandingly. “Well, I know where we keep those clothes are, so I could go get you a dress if you like.” She nodded eagerly, and he fetched a dress for her- the exact dress she’d donned the previous time, which along with Matthew’s lent shirt had been returned by Cerise a few weeks ago, along with an apology.
Becker helped the mermaid get out of the water, since this time she had no ramp or fellow Atlanteans in the water to assist her, and she toweled off and pulled the dress on. Ever the gentleman, he offered her a hand, which she accepted with a blindingly bright smile. “Since you seem so interested in this place, could I interest you in a walk around the property?”
“I would love that! And, I’m terribly sorry, but we didn’t get around to the introductions last time, so I’m afraid I never got to know your name.” The princess prompted with an apologetic look.
“No need to be sorry. Everyone calls me ‘Becker’.” He answered.
“Princess Jessica, but don’t you dare use my title.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” He joked with an impish grin. Fortunately, she took it well, giggling musically and hooking her arm through his extended bent one. “Did you swim all the way here alone?” Becker inquired.
“No.” She replied, twisting and pointing at the dock Emily and Sarah were standing on. “My brother Matthew came with me.”
Becker turned as well, now realizing what it was she looked at. Indeed, Prince Matthew was hoisting himself out of the water and onto the dock that Emily was standing on, picking up one of the towels there. Sarah was walking away with a smile, heading in the direction of Stephen.
“I’m dressed.” Matthew reported, fastening the button on his trousers, and Emily turned around. “I’m very sorry if I frightened you- it wasn’t my intention.” He apologized sincerely.
Emily waved a hand dismissively, smiling now. “Don’t worry, you only startled me.”
His eyes followed the movement of her hand and he frowned, catching her hand gently with his own and inspecting it carefully. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
She looked at what he was seeing and laughed heartily at his misplaced concern. “Oh, the scratches? That’s nothing. I do a lot in the gardens here and my gloves were very old, and the rosebushes are very thorny. I’ll heal.”
He nodded, massive thumbs tracing featherlight over the crisscrossing red lines. Surprising her, he lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed them. Her heart fluttered in her chest like an absolute cliché and she smiled widely. “Would you like to see?” She offered, and he gave her a bemused look. “The gardens, I mean.” She clarified.
Matthew nodded, returning her smile with a small, soft one of his own. “Lead the way.”
Sarah had seen Matthew swimming away from his sister and toward herself and Emily, so she had made up an excuse and stepped away to let them talk. She’d heard very nice things about Prince Matthew, and she had caught him shooting adoring glances at her at the failed summit. Maybe they’d get along, start something, but prince or not, if he upset her, Sarah’s wrath alone would teach him a valuable lesson.
Barefoot she wandered away, having foregone sandals to avoid losing them when she inevitably got into the water. Heading down the shoreline, she caught sight of Stephen with only his shoulders and chest out of the water, one elbow propped on the raised surface of the coast and watching her intently, a soft and fond expression on his face. She made her way over to him.
“You going to float there and stare at me all day, or are you gonna talk to me?” Sarah asked teasingly, her mouth set in a wide smile.
“Why can’t I do both?” He returned cheekily. “You make such a pretty picture.”
She turned her head away, shaking it with a blushing face. “Flatterer.”
“Is it flattery if I’m being honest?”
Sarah made a flapping motion with her hand, as if she could bat away the compliments she was deservingly receiving, but Stephen wasn’t offended in the least. He wasn’t very good with accepting praise or kindness himself (and therefore had no room to argue), but they were both working on it since neither of them intended to stop.
She sat down on the edge of the ground, swinging her bare feet into the water, and leaned down to kiss him. He nudged her knees apart gently with one hand, moving closer to her within the space granted, and wrapped his arms around her in almost a hug. Her hands came to lace together behind his neck, and she sighed contentedly.
Stephen smirked against her mouth, momentarily confusing her, but in the next moment she was moving, and not by her choice. Cold water washed over her, a sudden contrast to the warmth of the sun she’d been happily soaking up, and she surfaced with a sputter. She pulled her dripping onyx-black hair out of her face to see Stephen laughing with a wide smile, leaning back against where she’d just been sitting.
“Stephen!” She chastised jokingly, unable to fight the grin that spread across her own face. “Oh, you’re gonna get it.” She made to splash him, conjuring a pretty sizeable wave, but he smoothly dodged it by going back underwater. A moment later, she felt a hand around her ankle and was jerked under again, but promptly released.
They resurfaced at the same time, and Sarah came front-crawling toward him with a competitive grin, prompting Stephen to hastily flee, both of them laughing.
When Connor had been hurled by his brother into the water, Abby had been on her way open from where she sometimes slept, since she had only just woken up and eaten. She felt the impact of Connor hitting the water before she saw it, the vibration and rippling current detected by her enhanced senses. A split-second later her keen eyes picked up the familiar form of Connor flailing about in the sea, causing her to giggle with a burst of bubbles.
Coming up under him, she popped her head out of the water, arms finding their places under his knees and around his shoulders so he was held to her chest in what some called a bridal or princess carry, although usually the roles were reversed. “Hi.” She greeted cheerily.
“Abs?” Connor queried, blinking the water off his eyelashes. “Hey, Abby. Whatcha doing?”
“Holding you. You remember that ride I took you on, way back when we barely knew each other?”
He grinned. “You mean when I thought you were gonna kill me and then I ended up loving every minute of it and you decided not to eat me after all?”
The mermaid rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that. And we don’t eat people, that’s a myth. My point being…do you wanna go on another ride? I thought it might be fun.”
“Super cool! Er, let me just run back inside and get me goggles, maybe a scuba tank; if we’re gonna be underwater for a while, I can’t hold me breath too long.”
Abby agreed, and a few minutes later he returned, goggles over his eyes and a diving tank strapped to his back. He lowered himself into the water, wrapping his legs around her waist and his arms around her ribcage. After checking that he was ready, the mermaid dove underwater and barreled forward.
Now that Connor had leave to freely appreciate the sights without fear of being strangled or drowned in the depths, with the utmost trust in the mermaid whose back he rode on, he found it all the more thrilling and enchanting. A hundred shades of blue seemed to explode in his vision, the different depths and amounts of light in the water giving him a whole spectrum within a single color. Cobalt and cerulean, azure and sapphire, teal and cyan, cornflower and turquoise, and shades and variations he didn’t even know if there were names for.
And that was the water itself alone. Above the surface, the landscape was gorgeous, competing with the greatest works of art known to man, but below there was a whole new scenery he’d never put much thought to. The shells and shell-dwellers on and in the sand, the rocks both alone and in formations, the fish seeming to hold every color in the rainbow and beyond in their scaly skins- the clearest videos and photos didn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
Charlotte watched Emily walk away from the water with Prince Matthew, looking happier than she had in years, and a grinning Stephen dunk a laughing Sarah. She was happy to see her friends happy, and in that moment her own pains and traumas were at the back of her mind.
“Hey, Charlotte.” She heard one of the twins- Jenny, she decided after a moment- speaking to her. She turned to face her, mentally pumping her fist in satisfaction at guessing correctly. Claudia and Jenny’s voices were almost identical, but Jenny’s pronunciation was a little more proper, a little clearer compared to Claudia’s. It was hard to tell them apart by voice alone unless you’d known them for a while.
Charlotte smiled warmly. “Hey, Jenny.”
Her future sister-in-law linked her arm through hers. “I was walking by your room last night at about two in the morning, and I could just barely make out Patrick talking your ear off?”
Charlotte chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, God, he went on and on about all the different pets he and Danny had as kids, which evolved into a lengthy discussion about dogs. He finally went to bed when he was yawning more than talking, and that was about half-three.”
“I never imagined one person could talk about one general topic for four hours straight, but I remember one time Danny and I were driving out for one of our dates and he talked nonstop about his copper days. Quinns, am I right?”
Charlotte chuckled. “God, yes. We’re marrying into a chaotic family.”
Laughing, Jenny nodded in agreement. “No kidding. They’re a mad pair, but they’re wonderful in their own ways.”
Softly smiling, the pair stood in silence for a moment, still arm-in-arm as they gazed out across the sunny sea, basking in the smell and the sound of the sea and the feeling of the warm sun and cool ocean breeze and each other’s company.
Then, Charlotte spoke again. “I can’t wait to call you my sister-in-law.”
Jenny squeezed the older woman’s arm. “Me either.”
At that moment, Danny sauntered up to them. “Sorry, Charlotte, but I’m gonna have to steal Jenny.”
Charlotte smiled. “Of course. I suspect Patrick will be looking for me soon anyway.”
“…and this one, this is white carnation. It represents innocence, and pure love.”
Matthew examined the flower she handed him, its ruffle-edged petals and snowy color. He had been fascinated with literally every single plant she showed him, responding to her with an enthusiasm she knew was genuine. With gentle and cautious hands, he tenderly reached up and tucked the white carnation behind her ear, looking perfectly at home among her dark curls. Emily blushed.
“There. It suits you.” The merman prince declared.
Emily smiled ruefully. “I don’t think this one represents me very well.” She admitted.
“Then I shall have to find one that does.” He returned, undeterred, a soft smile on his lips. He hesitated a moment, then spoke again. “I’m sure that you know that in many human cultures and religions, there is the concept of great and beautiful winged people that I believe you call ‘angels’. Well, in Atlantis, we don’t have them in our traditions, but we know of them in others. And when I saw you for the first time…I thought perhaps we were wrong and they were real after all.”
Emily ducked her head and blushed madly. “Sweet-talker.”
“I don’t know what that means, but if it means you’re rightly flattered by what I said, then yes, I am.”
She remembered what Henry’s first impression of her had been, when he told her a few months later. He had told her she looked sweet, innocent, and out of her depth. That she had found both confusing and a little insulting, but her mother had told her that since she had been attending university for history and English and not government or political topics, he had probably meant that everything was clearly unfamiliar to her. Assuaged, she had brushed it off, but as time went on she had realized that he had patronized her and called her naïve from the start.
But Matthew? He saw her as strong and beautiful, noble and elegant, upstanding and graceful. Those were things that for a long time she hadn’t thought she was capable of being, virtues she was sure she had lost along with her innocence and freedom.
But now, over five years after leaving Henry, she finally recognized that she was healing. She was surrounded by wholesome, loving, kind, supportive men, and although she had had encounters with not-so-pleasant ones, either they were easy enough to get away from, or she (or her friends and relatives) had killed them. And so she was gradually getting more comfortable around them, and she had the subconscious knowledge that she and her loved ones were more than capable of handling any man or woman that tried to hurt her. If Henry came after her once his forty-year prison tenure was over, she knew she could look him in his cold blue eyes and put a bullet between them if need be.
Beyond that, she was slowly finding it easier to show more skin and not mind it. She was still a modest woman, but she found herself wandering around in T-shirts and tank tops, in shorts and skirts and dresses that came above her knees, and enjoying them all.
She spoke louder, stopped letting others talk over her (barring emergencies), and laughed freely. She did ‘unladylike’ things like put her elbows on the table, swear, be sarcastic, and wear sweatshirts and sweatpants. It was all pretty minor stuff, but it was those minor things that she enjoyed- the freedom to do whatever she wanted however she wanted to do it, and she didn’t have to be on her guard about how she sat or how she spoke.
Coming back into the present, to the (mer)man that in less than an hour and two encounters (one of which they hadn’t even spoken during) had made her feel happier and better and more comfortable and confident in herself than any past boyfriend, or even Henry’s perfectly-gentlemanly courting days. She found herself deciding that she wouldn’t mind spending more time with the plant-loving prince.
“Tell you what,” she suggested, “I have a couple books on the language of flowers- what each one means and all that. I could get them for you to read, if you like?”
Matthew smiled. “Only if we read them together.”
Claudia picked her way down the short, uneven slope of ground leading to her and Nick’s dock (maybe they should carve their initials into it… no stop it Claudia that’s so teenage girl), and eyed Jenny as she walked over to Charlotte. When she took her eyes away they landed on a particular blond merman, sitting ever so (im)patiently on the dock, watching her make her way to him with a soft and fond smile on his face.
She greeted him with a warm smile that he returned. “Sorry we kept you waiting.” She apologized, twisting her head to press a kiss on his mouth as she sat down beside him. “Jenny was having trouble with all those straps on her bathing suit. Not sure how she’s gonna get back out of it.”
“Maybe Daniel can help her with that.” Nick suggested cheekily.
Claudia gaped at him in surprised mock-affront. “Why, Nick!” She chuckled. “No, actually I said something pretty similar to her about it. Just wasn’t expecting that from you, that’s all.”
She kicked her feet idly in the water, and her eyes were caught by something under the surface. Gesturing with her chin, she asked, “What’s that?”
Nick grinned, then bent to grab the thing out of the water. However, instead of producing the large something she could see, he took something out of it- and flung it at her.
Claudia shrieked as none other than a dead fish hit her in the chest, only to land in her lap and slide off into the water. “Nick!” She protested.
The blond laughed and retrieved the fish that had fallen, producing a woven net stuffed full of large fish. “I caught these yesterday and today for you. Why pay for old fish when I can catch them for you?”
“Aww, that’s sweet of you. Fresh fish, free of charge.”
He shook his head with a faux-serious expression. “Oh, no, there’s a charge.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
He smirked. “A kiss.”
Claudia rolled her eyes playfully and leaned in to give him a kiss. “Do I have to kiss you for each one?” She asked after.
“I’ll think about it.” He replied, then dropped the fish back in her lap.
She yelped in surprise and jumped, sending it into the water yet again. “Oi! Don’t make me dunk you.”
He laughed at the unintimidating ‘threat’. “Dunk me? You forget I live in the sea.”
She pouted adorably at his solid logic. “Nobody likes to be dunked. Throw another fish at me and you’ll find out.”
His grin seemed to widen, if at all possible, and a moment later another fish was flipped onto her lap.
“Oh, you-” Claudia cut herself off with a wordless sound as she surged over to him, shoving him into the water as threatened and inadvertently falling in with him.
They resurfaced again a moment later, both laughing. Tossing the lone fish up onto the dock to land beside the net, Nick drew Claudia in close, with her hands landing on his chest. “Let’s see- I caught nineteen fish, and you already kissed me for one, so that’s eighteen kisses you owe me for this net’s worth.”
He kissed her. “One.” He kissed her again, despite her laughing at his almost childish behavior. “Two.”
After about half an hour of rushing around underwater, exploring and discovering and having an absolute blast, Abby brought herself and Connor to the surface. They were nowhere near the Inn, and although the tierra of England was still visible behind them in the distance, they otherwise seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The ocean here had a strong current, but Abby was firmly in her place so that although they bobbed and swayed in the water, they wouldn’t go anywhere.
Connor remained on her back, but took the scuba mouthpiece out and slid his goggles up onto his head. “Did you enjoy it better this time?” Abby asked, craning her head back to try to meet his eyes.
“Oh my God, Abs, did I ever. Now, look, the first time was great, it was brilliant, but you took me even farther this time, and we stayed under longer, and-”
Abby smiled fondly as he continued to ramble on and on about how much he had enjoyed their trip, occasionally making a comment or ‘mm-hmm’ at the right places. Eventually, he stopped talking (not that she minded him talking, not at all) and simply rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing out at the view.
They stayed like that for a while, watching the clouds float overhead, boats of cottony mist sailing in the sea-sky, moving through and tearing apart and reforming. They watched schools of fist swim around them unbothered, and flocks of crying birds soar overhead with their wings flapping in tandem, in a rhythm only they understood.
After a bit, as the sun was dropping toward the horizon just enough to cast a rich gold color over everything its rays touched. Abby unwrapped his legs and arms from around her, and pulled him around so they were face-to-face. She let him cling to her like an octopus again so he didn’t sink, but now she had him right where she wanted him.
Her fingers threaded through his wet hair and pulled him in to her, meeting him halfway to press her mouth to his. One of his arms left where it was around her back to hook around the back of her neck and bring her closer to himself. And they floated peacefully in the water together, painted in the setting sun’s golden light.
“C’mon,” she breathed, “let’s go home.”
“Alright, how about this one?”
“‘Krees-ant-he-mum’?”
Emily chuckled and shook her head. “No. ‘Kruh-san-thuh-mum’. Try it again.”
Matthew nodded, studying the word ‘chrysanthemum’ again for a moment. “‘Kruh-san-thuh-mum’?”
“Very good!” Emily praised. “Some people just call them ‘mums’ though, so that might be easier to remember. We don’t have any of those here right now.”
Matthew picked another flower to practice. “‘Glad-eye-oh-lus’?”
“Close. ‘Glah-dee-oh-lus’.”
“‘Glah-dee-oh-lus.’” He repeated.
“Well done! And if you look-” Emily leaned forward on the bench swing they sat on and pointed. “-there’s some growing right there.”
Matthew looked to where she indicated. “They’re prettier in real life.”
“Yeah, no matter how good the drawing is or how clear the picture is, it never quite compares to reality.” Emily agreed.
Matthew looked down at the book in his lap again. “It says here that they represent strength of character and moral integrity, among other things.” He nodded with a satisfied expression. “I think I found your flower.”
Emily made a humming noise of consideration, skimming the rest of the page before glancing back up to the real-life version. “I think I like that.”
Charlotte felt a body press up against her back, arms encircling her waist and a chin resting on her shoulder. “Hey love.” She greeted.
“Hey dear.” Returned Patrick, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “How do you feel today?”
She made a humming noise in her throat. “Good. My leg doesn’t hurt, and I’m not limping.”
“Good.” He agreed. “You deserve all the good days, the best of days.” He leaned slowly from side to side and she moved with him, closing her eyes and savoring the tender moment.
“So, do I finally get to see you swim, or are you just going to sit on shore and watch me splash around like a fool?” Charlotte teased.
She didn’t need to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes fondly. “I can’t swim very well and you know it, my darling. Although I think I saw a couple of those inflatable donut floating things in the shed- I suppose I could blow those up and we could float together.”
“Mm, sounds lovely to me.” Charlotte agreed.
Patrick half-turned her in his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his hand into hers and brought it up to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to it. A thumb ran along the side of her ring, the first personal item she’d requested after regaining consciousness. He turned puppy eyes to meet hers. “No regrets?” He asked.
“Never.” She declared proudly. “Not for a single second.”
And she meant it. With her whole heart, she meant it.
dividers are used with permission from their creator, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more The picture at the top is used with permission from @kahuna-64. Some lines are from Primeval.
Author’s notes: The penultimate chapter…*sniffling*…just the epilogue now. This took entirely too long to write, but fluff isn’t my strong suit and I got sick. Sue me.
Also I should’ve mentioned this a while ago but I picture Claudia’s kitchen as the kitchen on Downton Abbey. Obviously there’s modern ovens and pans and such, and the refrigerator keeps moving between two spots in my head, but it’s basically the same.
Cerise is the name of a very minor, blonde-haired and blue-eyed character in Series 4 and 5. She’s one of Lester’s assistants.
Ironically I have a really random headcanon that purple gladiolus is Claudia’s favorite flower, something that’s referenced in some of my unpublished works. Gladioluses meaning strength of character and etc. was purely coincidence but I decided to put it in anyway.
Fluff is not easy for me to write and kissing is the absolute hardest. Please enjoy my poorly-written kiss scenes because they were incredibly difficult.
As soon as this is posted, I’ll add a picture Jenny’s engagement ring to their ship aesthetic masterlist in case any of you are interested in seeing it.
Ocean Eyes Masterlist
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any mw counterparts?
there's soooooo many counterpart options that you can go with ! i'll leave some under the read more for you to make it easier.
riverdale: betty cooper, veronica lodge, archie andrews, cheryl blossom, jason blossom, reggie mantle, midge klump, kevin keller, polly cooper, toni topaz, jughead jones, moose mason, and josie mccoy.
pretty little liars: aria montgomery, spencer hastings, emily fields, alison dilaurentis, maya st germain, mona vanderwaal, mike montgomery, caleb rivers, noel kahn, and toby cavanaugh.
teen wolf: lydia martin, scott mccall, allison argent, malia tate, derek hale, isaac lahey, liam dunbar, cora hale, theo raeken, kira yukimura, jackson whittemore, and erica reyes.
clueless: dionne davenport, amber mariens, murray duvall, travis birkenstock, christian stovitz, summer bonet and elton tiscia.
charmed: prue halliwell, phoebe halliwell, piper halliwell and paige matthews.
all american: olivia baker, layla keating, asher adams, patience, simone hicks, thea mays, jj parker, damon sims, jordan spencer, spencer james, and jaymee.
greys anatomy: lexi grey, arizona robbins, atticus lincoln, derek shephard, addison montgomery, callie torres, alex karev, and april kepner.
bridgerton: francesca bridgerton, penelope featherington, daphne bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma and colin bridgerton.
sex and the city: carrie bradshaw, miranda hobbs and charlotte york.
twilight: bella swan, alice cullen, carlisle cullen, esme cullen, emmett cullen, and jacob black.
friends: ross geller, joey tribbiani, chandler bing, monica geller, mike hannigan and janice litman.
the vampire diaries: elena gilbert, katherine pierce, stefan salvatore, caroline forbes, bonnie bennett, enzo st john, hayley marshall, klaus mikaelson, elijah mikaelson and rebekah mikaelson.
pitch perfect: beca mitchell, chloe beale, aubrey posen, lilly onakuramara, cynthia rose, and stacie conrad.
the summer i turned pretty: belly conklin, conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven conklin, taylor jewel, and cam cameron.
shadowhunters: clary fray, simon lewis, isabelle lightwood, jace herondale, alec lightwood, and magnus bane.
gossip girl: blair waldorf, serena van der woodsen, georgina sparks, nate archibald, and dan humphrey.
scream: sidney prescott, tatum riley, kirby reed, tara carpenter, sam carpenter, gale weathers, dewey riley, randy meeks and casey becker.
gilmore girls: logan huntzberger, lane kim, dave rygalski, paris geller, lorelai gilmore, tristan dugray, luke danes, dean forester, emily gilmore, richard gilmore, sookie st james, and kirk gleason.
the notebook: allie hamilton and noah calhoun.
interview with a vampire: louis de point du lac, lestat de lioncourt, estelle, santiago, armand, samuel barclay, and grace de point du lac.
a cinderella story: austin ames and sam montgomery.
10 things i hate about you: kat stratford, cameron james, joey donner, and bianca stratford.
grease: sandy olson, danny zuko, betty rizzo, marty, jan, frenchy, doody, putzie, sunny, chacha and kenickie.
dirty dancing: frances 'baby' houseman.
heathers: heather chandler, heather mcnamara, heather duke, and veronica sawyer.
scooby doo: velma dinkley, daphne blake, shaggy rogers, and fred jones.
powerpuff girls: bubbles, blossom, and buttercup.
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