#PLEASE GET THESE TWO OUT OF MY HEAAAAD

[gspot-rocks-the-gspot]

[rosenongrata]

Heart of the Sea

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. A serene jazz songstress slowly makes her way through the artistic ranks of Fontaine—hoping to eventually connect the dots to her past and lost memories through music. And as she always says, "People come and go as the tides of the sea do."

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. yes. another oc/canon fic i'll probably have trouble with finishing…………………. LOL! anyway, im obsessed with these two as of yesterday. someone get these worms outta my heaaaad!!!! enjoy :)

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1039.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. None................YET. Fluff.

Chapter 1 — A First for Everything.

It's raining again today.

People scurry back to their homes as the rain pelts them from above. Sure, rain is normal here in Fontaine, but it's hardly pleasant either most of the time, even within the Court.

But, somehow the rain intensifies the fragile beauty of the songstress' voice that sits on stage. As her slender, veiny hands dance across the black and white piano keys, her eyes flitter shut to fully dip herself into the song.

Chief Justice Neuvillette doesn't want to be here—no matter how pleasant the water tastes and no matter how wonderful the woman on stage sounds. But, some of the little Melusines had implored him to tag along to a little jazz studio down the street.

He prefers hearing the songs that the heavy rain sings. A human voice could never compare to the pitter-pats of raindrops on the stony pavement—

"Hm?" Neuvillette finally notices one of the Melusines that invited him here has disappeared. "Where did she go…" He mutters to himself, turning in the other direction in his seat at the corner table only to notice the other Melusine is also gone. "They're all gone—" It dawns on him that he spaced out so hard that all four of the little girls had gone with the wind.

When his icy eyes flicker to the stage, he notices the four little Melusines standing at the edge—jumping up and down with pure, unfiltered glee. One of them asks for an autograph on her napkin…it was all she had on her person.

The songstress nods to the four little girls before finishing up the song—ending on a bittersweet note that could only allude to the abrupt death of a lover. He wasn't paying attention too much to the song itself, so when he hears those last words about "Beloved of the Sea," he feels his heart sink. He nearly frowns at the implication, but puts it beside himself for now.

The songstress hops off the small stage after the end of the song, picking up a quill pen from the nearby bar. She laughs about something with the bartender for a brief moment—her smile sweet as candy. Not that Neuvillette of all people would know how candy tastes unless a Melusine forced one into his mouth.

The four small Melusines tag along, following her to the bar. The woman notices with ease but acts surprised when she turns back around. It makes the four girls giggle and apologize bashfully, she pats one of them on the head and forgives them with the grace of an angel.

"H-Here!" Menthe sleepily chirps, handing the songstress the napkin.

"Thank you, little Menthe." The woman nods and scribbles down her very first autograph onto the unused napkin, adding a couple of small hearts as a nice, memorable touch.

"O-Oh, you know my name?" Menthe jumps in surprise, she's unsure about whether she should be scared or not right now. "I hadn't even introduced myself yet…!" She bemoans.

"No worries, I heard such a lovely name in passing the other day when I passed the cafe." The older lady reassures, "And I will tell you mine." She crouches down to the Melusines' short statures, handing Menthe the napkin back. "My name is Kafka. And here's your autograph. Thank you so much for being my first fan!" She nods and claps her hands together.

"Your very first?!" The girls let out a collective gasp of surprise.

"Indeed. People come and go as the tides of the sea do." Kafka giggles, "So, please… Keep that autograph safe." She affirms.

"Y-Yes, Mademoiselle Kafka!" Menthe nods rapidly, hugging her napkin close to her chest. She scurries back off to her table with two of her friends, leaving only one behind.

"How can I help you, Sedene?" Kafka interrupts the lonely Melusines' thoughts.

"Can…Can I put in a song request?" Sedene asks, a curious expression on her features as her hand touches her chin.

"Of course. I'd be happy to try my best." Kafka beams.

As Sedene and Kafka discuss the new song, the three other Melusines return to Neuvillette. They're radiating with joy, and he can't stop himself from finally relaxing. He smiles a little.

"What might you have there, Menthe?" He inquires softly. He already knows what it is, but it's the right thing to do to ask about what happened.

"Mademoiselle Kafka's autograph!" Menthe hops up and down on her bare heels, presenting the signed napkin to him. "Be gentle with it, though." She says very sternly, which he takes to heart.

"I will be as gentle as possible, do not worry." He nods, taking the soft paper napkin from her.

"Thank you for being our first fan!! Sincerely, Kafka and Anais…❤"

That's what the autograph reads—the handwriting is rather small and messy, but still legible. He can only assume Anais is the barkeep. He sighs a little, his icy eyes drifting back to the little girls. He hands the napkin back to its new owner.

"Congratulations on getting your autograph, Menthe." He smiles a little more, "Take good care of it—"

"I want to frame it." Menthe interrupts, a curious expression painting her features. "…Where do I buy a frame?" She asks, sitting down next to him with the other two at the table.

"I will find you one soon." He offers, causing her to clap softly.

"Thank you so much, Monsieur Neuvillette!"

"Not a problem." He nods while he watches Sedene reapproach the table, "Hello, Sedene. What were you two discussing?"

"Oh, well… I asked if she had any songs about Melusines," Sedene starts, crawling up onto her seat before plopping down. "She doesn't, but she said once she does her research, she's going to compose a song for us."

"How wonderful." He assures, "…She sounds very kind-hearted. An autograph and, soon, a new song for you all…" He murmurs. "I am very happy for you four." He speaks up, a soft twinkle in his pale eyes.

"She's so nice! Almost as nice as Monsieur Neuvillette!" Muirne nods happily, "Her hand is pretty rough to the touch, but she was so gentle about patting my head…" She recalls.

He sighs in relief.

…And the rain finally stops.