artemis

#merman au #rp: bleeding hearts and treasures untold #the storm in his eyes ( graves. )

It took Artemis quite a long time to wake up -- his magic had done its job and he was mostly healed -- he would be just fine. However, he had no idea where he was or what was happening. He was alone inside what looked like someone's office, filled with maps and treasures he'd never seen before. While he was frightened, he knew that he had to at least try to escape. He didn't belong here.

His tail had dried up -- there wasn't enough water in the washtub they'd left him in, and he now sported human legs. He looked around the room for something to defend himself and settled on a dagger he could tie around his thigh, and he snagged a white shirt from its hook and slipped it on. It was much too long, it went way past his thighs, but it would have to do for now.

He snuck out of the office, gripping the dagger in his hands as he rounded the corners, trying to avoid being caught and find his way to a window he could possibly slip through, back to his home in the ocean. Staying aboard with humans was not an option -- they'd kill him first chance, and he didn't want to die.

He ducked into another room when he heard voices that were much too close, and pressed himself into a dark corner to wait for the men to move on so he could make his escape. Heart pounding in his chest, he slipped out of the room and made his way to a large window.

Percival relaxes a little when Artemis says that he’d like to stay, smiling a little pleased before cocking his head when the merman sighed, bringing his hand up to run it through golden curls ever so gently.

“You must miss them, if you like we could go an see them whilst you’re on land? I could find them for you easily enough, if you know the names they go by.”

He raises an eyebrow when the merman moves to curl up on his lap and tuck his head under his chin, but allows it. Artemis is warm against him and he wraps his arms in a protective shield around him, blinking in surprise. “I- wait, you left gifts? Such an old pirate medallion?” His chest warms for a moment, had the merman been the one leaving the pretty things he’d found amongst the beach? He kept them all in a draw back home, his little treasures.

Artemis almost purrs, he quite likes the feel of Percival's large hand in his hair. It feels warm and wonderful, and he leans back against his chest and just listens to his heart as he speaks.

"I do miss them... but they chose the land. I have to be happy for them. I still see them every few moon cycles -- they'll come to me when the moon is waning and tell me of their adventures on land. I have a niece and my mother has married again. He's a very nice man."

He flushes a sweet pink, "And the leather and shark tooth necklace, as well as the blue pearl and the fossil. I had to go very deep to get that." He admits, hiding his face against Percival's chest. "I saw you and thought you were the most handsome man I'd ever seen... so I left you gifts."

He looks to him curiously for a moment “Your mother and brother live on land? Why?” He blinks then, chuckling softly “You know Tina? Quite the trouble maker for the Auror department, but she’s got guts I’ll give her that.”

Something curls in his chest at the thought of the merman leaving and he shakes his head before he really gives it permission to move. “It’s alright, you can stay with me. I can show you all the interesting human things.” His hand squeezes lightly at Artemis’ hip and for a moment it’s just the slightest bit possessive.

Percival puts it down to being the one to rescue him, he feels responsible and wont be happy until he’s personally seen the merman back into the water. But he reminds himself it’s not his choice and adds a hesitant. “Unless you’d rather I take you too Miss Goldstein?”

He doesn't want to leave Percival's side -- he spent so much time watching him that he craved his attention. He wanted to know everything about the human, and he shook his head in the negative. "I'd like to stay with you, please."

He sighs -- he misses his family very much. "Apollo left the water because he fell in love with a land girl. He's a father now, he has to remain on land with her. My mother went because she missed her oldest son. I stayed in the water because ocean mother would've missed me if I had gone."

He curls up on Percival's lap, head tucked under his chin, "I wanted to be with the sea creatures I loved so much... but one day I saw a land man that I liked very much, so I watched him on his walks on the shore and left him gifts. I know now that he's a good, kind man."

Percival studies him for a moment, taking in the pretty flush on his cheeks and the fullness of his lips. Damn it, he’s pretty sure lusting over beautiful merman broke some kind of MACUSA law.

He blinks in surprise when Artemis talks and chuckles low with a slow smile “Of course you would have a British accent.” He shakes his head a little because yeah, that just rolls right in with everything Percival’s attracted too.

He places his hand on the curve of Artemis’ hip as the merman leans his head against his chest, frowning a little for a moment. “Ah, right. Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need. I can take some holiday time of work so you wont be on your own at least.”

"I was born in British waters. The ocean led me here years ago." He doesn't seem to understand why Percival pointed out his accent -- was there something wrong with it? He knew the man was American, perhaps that's why he said something.

He hums a sweet noise, wiggling his hips and looking up at Percival to leave a light kiss on his jaw, showing his gratitude with affection. "I would disagree -- but my mother and brother live on land in England, so I have no family here."

"I can certainly repay you." He offers, looking up at him with pretty emerald eyes, a small hand resting over the man's chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath he took. "Of course, I do have a friend near these shores -- her name is Tina Goldstein. If you don't want me to stay, I can go with her."

Percival only stiffens slightly when Artemis leans against his chest. It had been a long time since he’d had any contact like this and he takes a moment to relax into it, wrapping his arms around the merman’s waist and pulling him close, letting him settle against him.

He frowns when he talks about angry, about to ask who was angry when he feels a tug at his shirt, looking down and blinking in surprise, a slight pink flush touching his cheek.

“I- You want me to kiss you?” His eyebrows raise, and he’s a little confused, but he assumes it’s a merfolk thing and tilts the mans chin up with gentle fingers, leaning down and pressing warm lips against soft, full ones, pulling back after a moment, a little reluctantly. The pretty thing had such a nice mouth and he tasted like cold water in the hot sun. “Better?”

The merman hums, and he very much loves the feel of the human's lips on his. Merfolk kiss, of course, but he'd never met another merman wished to kiss. It feels wonderful to kiss someone as handsome and kind as Percival.

He clears his throat once Percival pulls away, his cheeks a fetching shade of pink. "Yes, much better, thank you." It feels strange to be speaking such fluent English, but good because he knows his savior will be able to understand him now. "Thank you for everything, Percival."

He licks his lower lip, ducking his head shyly and wiggling a little more to set his head on Percival's chest -- his heartbeat sounds soothing, like the waves upon the shores. "You've been very kind to me. I won't stay for long -- the full moon will be back in two weeks. I'll be able to return to the sea then."

Percival glances down when Artemis takes his hand and sinks onto the bed next to him, since the merman seemed fond of having him closer rather then away. Damn it the little wiggle he does is adorable and he shouldn’t be smiling in answer.

“It’s bacon. It’s meat, from a pig which is - a land animal. I’ll show you if you like.” He squeezes his hand lightly, searching the sweet face infront of him for a moment. He’s curious as to how the merman ended up washed up.

“What happened? to land you on the beach. Was it the storm?” He drags his thumb lightly over his knuckles, watching him with warm, dark eyes. When Artemis is finished eating he vanishes the plate back to the kitchen, studying the empty cups. “Would you like more to drink?”

Artemis shivers and nods -- his body still hurts from the waves throwing him about, and he's still a little tired from trying to swim out of it. All in all, it had been the most terrifying night in the young merman's existence. He leans against Percival's chest, seeking warmth and comfort.

"Angry." He murmurs -- he remembers the ocean being particularly angry -- almost black when the waves overwhelmed him and pushed him over and over against the rocks. He'd been powerless to stop her, unable to calm the wonderful ocean down.

He shakes his head and looks a tad shy -- he was very tired of the broken English he was using, and tugged gently on Percival's shirt to get his attention. He tapped a finger against his own lips and murmured, "Kiss?" He needed a feel of the language to use it properly.

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“Artemis?” He blinks, searching pretty green eyes for a moment. “Oh - Is that your name?” He smiles then, squeezing his fingers gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you”

He shifts a little then, pushing to stand up. “Perhaps something light would be best. Maybe a bacon roll? Do- Do merman eat strictly meat?” His brow crinkles for a moment but he hums. “Yes a bacon roll should be fine.”

He pulls his hand away, mentioning to the tea. “Try some of that, it will warm you and sooth your throat alright? I’ll be right back don’t worry.” He runs his fingers through red dusted curls soothings before turning and heading out of the room towards the kitchen. He uses his magic to make the food cook much quicker then usual, buttering the soft rolls and piling in plenty of bacon just incase the merman was more fond of meat.

He plates it up and heads back upstairs, nudging the door with his hip and smiling warmly to him. “Here, this should fill you up without overdoing your stomach. How are you feeling?”

He hums dejectedly when Percival leaves, wanting to reach out and take his hand to pull him back because he likes having the human so close to him.

He waits patiently, sipping at the tea and wondering if and when he'd be able to return to the loving embrace of the sea. He missed the waves, the smell of salt and the way the moon shone over the ocean at night. Percival's eyes reminded him of that -- so dark and utterly enchanting.

He smiles happily when the man comes back to him, and he reaches out for his hand again. "Back." He comments, and he feels much less anxious when he's holding Percival's hand. It's warm and strong, and he wiggles just a little to show how happy he is.

"Hm?" He tilts his head and regards the... fish? Seaweed? Clam? The man offered him and puts aside the tea to try it. It's a tad salty and very different than anything he's ever eaten before, but it's warm and takes care of the hunger pangs in his belly.

“Water? Oh-” He turns to the bedside table with a warm smile, a glass of fresh water and a mug of tea are already resting there. He’d figured the merman would be thirsty.

“Here, I also bought some tea for you to try, I made it with honey instead of sugar so it should help soothe your throat, but if you don’t like it I have other things you can try.” He hands him the tall glass of water first. “Wet your throat with this, then you can try the tea.”

He pauses when the merman takes his hand, but squeezes gently, figuring he needed some reassurance. “I also went out and got some food, incase you were hungry.”

He wishes he could speak better, so Percival could understand how grateful he felt for all he's done for him. After all, he could've just as easily died or been discovered by someone with malicious intent out there.

The merman makes a sweet little humming sound as he sips at the water, and he squeezes the man's hand back in a small show of thanks. "Artemis." He says suddenly, and such a sweet smile graces his lips, green eyes wide and bright and much happier.

"Hungry?" He supposes he is -- he'd been stranded on the beach for hours, no access to food or water while he was unconscious and alone. "Hungry. Please." He tilts his head, trying to communicate the best he can.

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Percival blinks when he hears a rough voice, closing the book slowly and placing it aside, turning to look the merman with a small smile.

“Good morning.” He reaches out, brushing back red dusted curls, so that he can meet his eyes easier. “Don’t worry, you’re at my families Villa. We’re right next to the beach I found you on, I can take you back when you’re healed.”

He studies him for a moment and - yes, well, he understands why merfolk got human’s to walk into the water so easily with faces like that. “How are you feeling? Any pain? I tried to heal what I could, but I didn’t want to look you over properly without your permission.”

He blinks, and nods as he listens to show that he understands. He's still confused and slightly frightened, but the human hadn't hurt him so that must mean something.

"Water?" He murmurs, patting his throat because his mouth is still very dry and it's hard to speak like this. "Hurts." And while he's shy, his body aches and he knows that something could be very wrong.

He lies back on the bed, curled beneath the warm, fluffy seaweed, and watches the man with calculating eyes -- eyes that are also very trusting. "Okay." He answered, and he reaches out to take the wizard's hand as thanks.

Percival glances down and grits his teeth. Shit, he’s pretty sure he remembers something about only getting a tail on a full moon? Damn it- what the hell was he going to do with a merman that couldn’t go back to the ocean?

He stiffens when he starts crying, bringing his hand up to cup a soft jaw with a low “Hey, hey don’t cry, it’s alright, we’ll figure it out.” He watches as green eyes slip shut and the man goes limp in his arms and swears.

He can’t stay here right now, and he glances around with a sigh. He would take him to his families villa down the end of the beach, he hadn’t used it in years but he had staff that kept it clean and maintained, he could grab some food whilst the merman slept.

He apparates to the building, lowering him carefully onto clean sheets of a large bed, warming it with his magic and dragging the douvet up over him. He makes a quick trip for food, stocking the cupboards with a wave of his hand before dropping into a conjured chair by the bed, book in hand, and waits for him to wake again.

There are visions in his head while he rests -- of his mother and older brother, who had taken to the land long ago. He sees them, he misses them -- and the creatures that loved him so much.

His body aches, and his eyes hurt when he opens them a second time so many hours later -- he looks up at the whiteness of the ceiling and his hands grip the soft pile of... what kind of seaweed was this?

Heating something beside him, he turns his head and there's the human from before. Percival, the human with dark eyes and warm hands. He's got a box with strange letters on it, and he's moving something inside and looking as if he were reading it.

"Where?" He asks, because his English still isn't the best, but he could try to communicate with him. He doesn't know where the man is helping him, or keeping him captive here.

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Percival’s usual hardened shell melts just a little when the mermans lower lip starts quivering. Damn it, he couldn’t just leave him here, he was firm and sometimes viscious but never cruel.

“I’m going to help you, alright?” He slides of a large black coat, gently wrapping it around the mans smaller frame, shielding him from the lingering winds of the storm. “My name is Percival Graves.”

He moves, curling his arms around the mermans waist and carefully helping him to stand, holding him against his chest until he’s steady on his feet. “Do you need me to help you back to the water?”

He wants to go home -- he wants to go back so badly, but once a merman's tail dries up, there's no going back until the next full moon and the ocean accepts him back into her gentle waves.

"Tail." He whispers, and leans against the human's warm chest, looking up at him with fear in his eyes because he can't go home, there's no way for him to go home yet and he's so scared and very weak.

He starts to cry, soft sniffles and he wipes the curious drops of water off of his face because he's never cried before. He wonders what it could mean. "S-scared." He whispers finally, and his eyes close as he succumbs once more to his exhaustion.

Percival always enjoyed walking the beaches after long days at work. He loved his job of course, protecting people and keeping wizards safe - but sometimes he needed to clear his head.

His mother had always visited this beach when he was younger and so he would apparate here, stroll along the soft sand, face turned to the sunlight and just soak in the quiet.

It was later then usual when he arrived, the storm had been fierce and he couldn’t go out in it, but the winds had finally died and he had made his way along the shore as usual.

That was until something caught his eye, a glimmer behind some rocks. Curious he climbed over them into the little clearing and blinks, unable to keep the surprise from his face.

A man was lying in the sand, soft curls and freckled skin only - ah, merfolk then, definitely not human. He slips his wand from his thigh and cautiously approaches, moving to kneel down in the sand, brushing red hair from a pretty face. He runs healing magic over the cuts and bruises, before placing a warm hand on his shoulder and murmuring a low “Hey, come on, time to wake up, I can’t help you properly if you don’t wake.”

The merman wakes slowly -- the ocean mourns the loss of her child behind them, but she can no longer protect her baby anymore. It would be up to this human now -- this man with his pure heart as eyes as dark as a midnight sky and hands that were warm.

Eyes like emeralds squint blearily in the bright sunlight, and he slowly looks up to see the human he's studied since the very first day he ever saw him. He was a tad familiar with human language, but his mouth and throat were dry and he couldn't speak.

His lower lip quivered, frightened years gathering in those pretty eyes and even if he knew the human, he didn't know if he was entirely friendly or not. "Help?" He croaked, trying to move the legs that had appeared when his tail dried up.