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Hiya! I’m Phoebe and this is my baby Cassiopeia (Cassie for short)! I haven’t rp’ed in at least half a year, so my apologies if my tumblr seems a bit out of wack (I’m working on it!) cause I haven’t figured out yet whether they f’ed anything else up for roleplayers or not. Luckily xKit has been a great help. Either way, allow me to introduce my baby to you guys so that plottings and connections may ensue! :)
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spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
The water sent a shock through his body initially, but it only took a moment for him to get used to the warm pool water. He swam so he was about arm’s length from Ariel. He wanted to get closer, but at the same time his nerves kept him from doing anything rash.
She kept saying things that confused him. She had mentioned skinny dipping, and he didn’t think she was being serious, but she didn’t give him any indications that it was a joke. What was she trying to do?
“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens,” Henry said.
During all this, Henry couldn’t stop looking at her hair. The red locks had tiny water droplets rolling down effortlessly, all pooling down to where it lay flat, tracing the curve of her breast.
He giggled, in an effort to diffuse the situation… or at least his situation, because she seemed effortlessly unfazed by everything that was happening (or perhaps uninterested). “You know, you’re not doing too good a job at baking right now.”
and where his nerves kept him from doing anything rash, Ariel only closed in the distance between them. She wanted to be closer, possibly even closer than that but she knew that would be pushing his boundaries too far.
“They’re in the oven, what do you want me to do? Stare at ‘em until they’re perfect?” She giggled softly, splashing some water at him as if to emphasize her words. “Besides, you set an alarm, didn’t you? So if this goes wrong I’ll totally blame it on you.”
Truth be told, he looked cute. The water had turned his hair into a bundled mess and all she wished to do was run her fingers through it. The impulse almost as hard to resist as it was to resist staring at his chest. Which she couldn’t -shouldn’t do.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
He watched as she stripped down, careful not to show how excited he actually was about what was going on. He didn’t want any mistakes like the one at the party. Fortunately, he was more aware of his body now and he knew what he could handle appropriately and what he couldn’t. He memorized all the curves of her body as she jumped into the water.
She looked so natural swimming. Her hair turned a beautiful dark shade from the moisture. He found himself staring at her despite what his brain had been staying.
She told him to strip down, and he obeyed without even giving it a second thought. he pulled off his jeans to reveal his baby blue boxers. She swam around, and he honestly wanted nothing more than to be near her. He jumped in the water- way less gracefully than she had.
How could she not look graceful? Even outside of her mermaid form, it almost seemed as if she became one with the water. Finding a curve even when there wasn’t any, every stroke light; as if she was floating through the water rather than swimming.
Now Ariel knew she could hold her breath much longer, still she rose to the surface when she heard someone dive in behind her. Taking a moment to orientate herself before she had found him again.
“There you go,” she chuckled. Ariel looked happy. Possibly more beaming than he had ever seen her before. Her creamy white skin glittering from the tiny drops of water that had gathered around her physique. “You know, one day we could possibly go skinny dipping in the lake. Not now of course, way too cold.” At least for him it was. “-but once the summer really sets in.”
and there it was, the teasing glitter in her eyes that didn’t quite make it clear whether she was only joking or serious. That especially didn’t make it clear whether he should take her offer or whether he was better off declining. But no matter what, she appeared to enjoying herself. More so than she had done before.
At least she didn’t seem so hell bend on yelling at him again as their past encounters had often led to.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
Don’t mess us crap. Henry began frantically yelling at himself in his head. You better not stutter.
“Oh.” His heart began to drop as he thought of a response. “Well, we only have ten minutes, and I don’t have any-” it was too late. She was taking off her clothes before he had a chance to get another word out. He tried to act casual. Don’t stare. But you can’t look uncomfortable. Just be cool about it. Like you see naked girls every day.
“Yeah, uh, let’s go swimming.” He pulled off his shirt as well, giving him a moment to try to hide his blushing. “Yeah, I like swimming, let’s uhhh, get in the pool then.” He stood around. He was being awkward but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react, so h just waited for her to make the next move.
She threw him a bemused smile, locks as bright as the sun twirling past her shoulder. Ariel was toying with him, almost playing if only she had the proper experience and skill to do so. Besides, Henry wasn’t merely a toy to toss around. She did have genuine feelings for him. More so than she could possibly describe. More so than she had ever experienced before in her young life. That didn’t mean that seeing him squirm a little wasn’t entertaining.
“Great!”
Before he knew it she had bend over, hastily removing her shoes before the skinny jeans she previously wore followed; revealing creamy white legs and leaving her clad in nothing but laced black panties and a purple bra.
She cursed inwardly. If she had known it would come to this she probably would have made sure she wore a match.
“Well then, what are you waiting for? Strip down and get in here!,” she called out before tossing him one last look. Then she was off, twirling around before diving into the pool. It felt natural even when the water was filled with chlorine. Gracefully moving with the curve. Ariel was in her element. Like a fish in water.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
“I’m good at sports, yeah. I did it cause my father made me, but they keep you healthy, ya know? I didn’t much like hunting, but it’s whatever.” He had actually gotten pretty angry at his father a few times because he had threatened to take away privileges if he didn’t go with him. His father wasn’t as adamant about it anymore, because his health was poor.
He glanced at the cookies for a moment. “Yeah, I suppose we could go to the pool quickly. I’ll just set a timer on my phone…” he got his phone out of his pocket and set a timer for 10 minutes.
“Here, we’ll just take the stairs down and it’s too the right…” He led the way, because she clearly hadn’t had enough time to memorize the layout of his (gigantic) home. They got to the pool room and he inhaled the chlorine. Even though it was an indoor pool, he didn’t use it much in the winter. It was warm however, and the smell reminded him of when he was in school and he actually had a social life.
“Here it is,” he said, pointing at the large pool. There was a shallow and deep end, a slide and a diving board, as well as pool toys blown up in the corner of the room.
“Yeah, I get that. Not that, that has ever been my reason to swim.” She shrugged. Ariel had a fast metabolism, and perhaps that had been the reason she never paid too much attention to her weight or whether she was skinny enough. It seemed to be something land people cared far more about anyhow. “Does that mean you no longer participate in sports any more? Since you did it to keep your father happy?”
She waited patiently for him to set the timer, twirling her fingers around the hem of her shirt. Something one would recognise as a nervous trait if they knew her well enough. After all, Ariel had suggested going to the pool, yet didn’t know whether they would get around to dip in and, if so, whether she should just go for a swim in her underwear or not.
At least it was nice to have him show her the way. She knew the way to his room by now, as well as the kitchen and the ballroom they had spend New Year’s at. But for the most part she was still clueless. Plus having him show her the way left her only needing to nod every once in a while as she still silently debated on her debacle.
“I see. So, do you think we can go for a quick swim?”
She uttered the words without even thinking about it, nor really looking at him. Ariel didn’t want him to take notice of the faint pink blush that had crept upon her cheeks. Didn’t want him to pay too much attention to how her fingers had laced around the hem of her shirt. How she slowly lifted it and then quickly tugged it over her head before he had even given her an answer. Because no matter how shy and nervous it made her, she still enjoyed pushing his buttons and exploring his boundaries. Even if she now did not get the pleasure of watching the reaction on his face.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
Ariel barely noticed. Surely, the room slowly turned dimmer yet that did not mean the redhead took notice of such a subtle change. She was too focused on the cookies, and Henry. Because by God, did she find herself enthralled by every word he spoke. Even when in the end, they were discussing trivial matters such a sports and music.
“You can listen to it at my place, if you’d like? I have a few of their records, and I don’t know.. it could be nice?”
She carefully eyed him, uncertain whether such a suggestion would be taken the wrong way again. Usually, Ariel didn’t have such a hard time reading people, yet Henry remained an utter mystery to her. True. She had greatly attributed to that herself. Stupid drinking. Even more stupid drunken kisses.
“Sports? Oh.. I like to swim! I never played any sports though, and I don’t think I would do good on a team either.. although you should watch my sister Aquata. She’s the best swimmer I know, actually got a scholarship for it. That’s how good she is.”
She couldn’t help but to feel proud. Even if it potentially and even then the chances were very, very, slim, put their family in danger to have one of their own displaying their abilities so openly.
It seemed so wild- that she was actually here to begin with, and that she seemed to be enjoying herself. Not only that, but it was even weirder that she was asking him to come over. He never actually expected his plan to work out. And it hadn’t, yet. He was actually just getting to the sketchiest part of his night, and she probably wouldn’t actually want to be around him anymore after this.
He put the cookies in the oven, and stood leaning against the counter as he listened to her speak. “yeah! If you want me to come over, I can definitely do that sometime, I’m not a very busy person..”
He was trying hard not too sound as excited as he actually was. He needed to sound casual, so she wouldn’t get scared away.
Swimming. She liked to swim. Henry had done all types of sports when he was in high school. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been active in quite a while, but it had been bugging him for quite a while, and he really wanted to get back in shape.
“I used to do play quite a bit in school. My father made me do archery and football. Football was fun. I never swam for competition, but we have a pretty nice pool downstairs. Your sister sounds really talented!” Henry didn’t know what it was like to have a sister, or one that was clearly so successful.
“Sounds like a.. -fun!,” Ariel was quick to correct herself. God forbid she’d call it a date and freak the boy out even more.
“You did archery and football? There’s a combination you don’t hear of very often.” The hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, slowly spreading as she thought about it. Although she would be lying if she said her thoughts didn’t wander off. He had, albeit very subtly, put the thought of Henry in swimwear in her mind. Which didn’t leave much left for the imagination, and which was definitely an image she would like to see some time. Soon.
“Were you good at those things? Archery and football I mean.. or was it more like, your father made you do it so you put in the least amount of effort, humanly possible?” She chuckled lightly, eyes never leaving Henry’s. “You know, if that’s okay with you, we could check out the pool while we wait for the cookies to get ready?”
No matter how often she tried to show everyone it was the Mundus world she belonged in, Ariel thirsted for a swim. Even one with legs instead of a tail.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
Henry stirred the dough until the flour was mixed into the batter completely. He used the chocolate chips liberally, and before he began to drop the cookies onto the sheets, he grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, and he used that as an excuse to turn down the lights a teeny bit more. He wasn’t actually sure if dimming the lights was actually doing any good at all, but, it was part of his plan, so that was what he was going to do.
He wiped his hands quickly, threw away the towel, and he began to plop the cookies on in tiny little scoops. The oven had preheated long ago, so everything was all set up.
As for the conversation, Henry spent a lot of time listening to music. He liked quite a few music genres, so really picking out just a couple was difficult. He was honestly more interested in the lyrics and the message from the songs rather than how the sound relayed it.
“I’ll definitely have to look up some of that music,” he said, to himself. He reminded himself of his plans once more. After he put the cookies in the oven, they would go into the dining room and he would show her the gifts. Take the cookies out, cool them off, try them and… confess your love? He had to admit that as the time got closer and closer he was getting more uncomfortable about this all. But, he wasn’t ready to run away.
He put the first sheet into the oven, and began with the second. “How about sports? Do you play any?”
Ariel barely noticed. Surely, the room slowly turned dimmer yet that did not mean the redhead took notice of such a subtle change. She was too focused on the cookies, and Henry. Because by God, did she find herself enthralled by every word he spoke. Even when in the end, they were discussing trivial matters such a sports and music.
“You can listen to it at my place, if you’d like? I have a few of their records, and I don’t know.. it could be nice?”
She carefully eyed him, uncertain whether such a suggestion would be taken the wrong way again. Usually, Ariel didn’t have such a hard time reading people, yet Henry remained an utter mystery to her. True. She had greatly attributed to that herself. Stupid drinking. Even more stupid drunken kisses.
“Sports? Oh.. I like to swim! I never played any sports though, and I don’t think I would do good on a team either.. although you should watch my sister Aquata. She’s the best swimmer I know, actually got a scholarship for it. That’s how good she is.”
She couldn’t help but to feel proud. Even if it potentially and even then the chances were very, very, slim, put their family in danger to have one of their own displaying their abilities so openly.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
Henry was silently praising himself for how well everything was going. Everything was great! It was almost unusual how well everything was actually going. The batter was finished, aside from the flour and the chocolate chips. He got the cookie sheets out from the cabinet. There were six of them, and they needed to be greased. As he grabbed the grease spray, he casually turned the knob for the lights about an eighth of an inch.
He returned back to his spot and he handed her the bottle. “I’ll finish the batter while you grease the cookie sheets?” he offered. He had heard what she had said about him being better at cooking, and he decided it best to ignore it. What was he supposed to say? Anything he said would either come out sounding arrogant or annoying. He would just continue to make the cookies, and he was sure they would come out fine.
“I listen to a lot of folk music,” he said. “I haven’t actually heard of those bands before, what genre is that?” He made a note in his head to look them up later.
“Yes!” She was all too glad to accept a task that didn’t actually include her baking anything. If she got to stay as far away from the batter there might actually still be a chance they’d turn out delicious.
“Oh, I like folk! Although I mostly listen to Mumford & Sons and Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros so I don’t know too much about it.” Perhaps she should have just gone with indie as a genre. Most of what she listened to seemed to fall into that category -albeit they were all very different aspects of the same genre.
“Daughter is considered indie folk too so you might enjoy them. Sia is indie pop and I believe Animal Collective is considered experimental pop,” she listed from the top of her head; silently thanking Arista for constantly discussing music with whichever person she could find. “What folk bands do you listen to?”
She took the bottle from him, spraying the sheets one by one so that the cookies wouldn’t stick to them once they got out of the oven. At least she knew what to avoid when baking.
sit down talk|| ariel&JEFF
JEFF was aware that having children wouldn’t be easy. These things had all happened to him before. He’d seen basically everything, at this point. His older daughters never failed to surprise him, but Ariel? He knew what to do, how to handle just about every problem. If anything was the matter with his daughter, he would be able to quickly figure it out and determine the best plan of action.
JEFF looked at his daughter, crunched onto her bed, clearly in no mood to talk. There was something bothering her. What it was, would require more investigating to figure out, but he trusted that it wouldn’t take long to get her confess.
He patted the bed next to him. “Why don’t you come closer?” he asked. “You know, I feel like we haven’t been able to talk as I’d like. Especially lately…”
He needed to be subtle. Make her feel like he was someone that could be trusted. He wanted his daughters to be happy to have him as a father. Which was difficult, because he also needed to keep his children safe from harm, and they weren’t always very understanding of his point of view.
“Are you sure there isn’t something on your mind lately? I’ve noticed you’ve been in your room a lot..”
She sighed deeply, signifying the fact he was asking quite a bit of her as she scooped closer until she was sitting right next to him. He was right of course. Something had been up, yet talking about it hadn’t exactly been the closest thing on her mind (even if she was probably going to crack within minutes).
“No you’re right, we haven’t. But you’ve been busy with work a lot so..” It was an half-assed excuse as to why she hadn’t been as talkative lately. When she was younger she used to line up all her pluchies and made her father sit in the middle as she could talk on and on about her daily adventures. Nowadays? Not so much any more.
“I have been.. exams are coming up so I have a lot to study for.” Which was true, just not the reason why she had practically turned into a hermit. “Surely you would understand that.” She shrugged it off, about ready for the conversation to be over with. But she also knew her father. She knew he wasn’t just going to let it be so she may as well come clean. “-and then there’s also the fact the dates you send me on aren’t exactly succesfull. Really dad, am I that repulsive that I need your help getting some?” Which came out much harsher than she intended it to be. The whole Henry thing was starting to mess with her mind and the more she thought about it the more complicated it became.
spaces that have grown between us → ariel & henry
Henry found a bowl for the butter and unwrapped the butter into the it, being careful not to make a mess. he put it in the microwave for 30 seconds, and casually eyed Ariel occasionally as she put in the ingredients. She seemed to be… rather careful about everything. She was checking the ingredients and being pretty exact about the measurements. He set the playlist on while he was waiting. He had picked the most calm, simplistic and romantic songs he could think of. Many of the songs were from Belle & Sebastian, Regina Spektor, Barry Louis Polisar, Kimya Dawson and The Moldy Peaches. He also had a few songs from Beyonce and Adele, in case his music tastes didn’t really resonate with her, so that she would know a song or two in the playlist.
When the 30 seconds was up, he took the bowl out of the microwave and brought it over. He saw her holding the eggs awkwardly above the bowl and rolled his eyes as he took them from her, getting close enough to her that he could once again smell the faint perfume she must have been wearing.
“I used to always make a mess when I cracked the eggs,” he said. “I would always have eggshells in my food for the longest time. But, that’s okay, because it doesn’t take that long to get better at it!” He cracked the eggs quickly, and threw them in the garbage can to the left of them.
He was having no problem preparing the cookies, and didn’t really notice that Ariel was struggling. He added the butter into the mixture. “Here, I can mix it for you,” he said. He grabbed the mixing spoon and stirred. The flour wasn’t in there yet, so it was easy to mix, and the mixture looked glittery with the sugar.
“So, what kind of music do you listen to, anyway? Do you listen to a lot of music? I’m realizing I don’t actually know that much about you.”
The music he had put on was nice. Even without the Beyonce and the Adele there was a fair share of songs she recognised; humming along to some of them. It was nice like this. Listening to music, hanging with Henry -even if she felt a pang of guilt over making him do all the hard work.
“I can never crack them right, I fear. Sometimes I drop eggshells in my food and sometimes the egg just gets.. everywhere. Don’t even ask me how I do it,” she joked to cover up the fact she was clueless in the kitchen. Thank god at least one of them knew how to bake.
Ariel let him take control. It was easier and he appeared to enjoy doing it. Besides, she could easily sit around and watch him bake all day. “You should have your own baking show. You’re much better at this than me,” she had mused before even realizing it.
“As far as music goes there’s quite a bit I listen to. It’s hard to say there’s only one genre I indulge in.” She found it was easy to talk about music, something she actually knew quite a bit of. Especially thanks to Arista. “Lately I’ve been listening to Sia a lot? As well as Animal Collective and Daughter. What about you?” He was right, there was fairly little they knew about one another. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t get to know each other better over time.
sit down talk|| ariel&JEFF
JEFF was conflicted. His daughter had been acting strange lately, and, he didn’t want to be that dad that went around asking awkward questions and making his children hate him, but, shouldn’t he make sure she was okay? It almost felt like she wasn’t eating as much, and she definitely spent more time on her phone than usual. Something had to be up.
His little Ariel needed his help, he could see it. And whatever it is, he wanted to make sure that she was safe and she was happy. They needed to have a sit down. He knew Ariel hated it, but really? What if there was something bothering her that he could help with? Or what f she had done something wrong? Or someone was bullying her? The thought of that made him a bit angry. He was protective, sure, but it was for their own good. And if someone was bullying Ariel- well, they would not be happy campers when he found out about it.
Jeff made a plan in his head. He would knock on her door, they would have a heart to heart conversation, he would force her to talk even if she didn’t want to, and then they would hug and everything would be alright! He hoped. Unless something was seriously wrong. He was a little worried his baby may have gotten himself into some sort of trouble, or, in the worst possible scenario, boy trouble.
Not that he had a problem with her dating, of course. He even set up dates for her from time to time. But, if she was actually serious with a boy… well, she was too young for that. He set up dates with rich men for her, so that she could be happy later in life if anything were to spark. Not for her to have an actual, physical relationship.
It was about 4 o’clock when he went up to her door, knocked twice, and opened up. “Hey Ariel,” he said, as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you think you and I could talk for a minute?”
After she had screwed up at New Year’s (because how could she not blame herself for it? She had been the reason Henry ran out the first time) Ariel had been living in solitude. Solitude meaning she locked herself in her room to listen to music or went to the lake by herself to indulge in a solitary swim. While she’d usually have a cup of tea with her dad after she returned home from school (and he happened to not be at work) she now spend her time daydreaming and doodling about; happily ignoring the other members of their household.
That day had been no exception. She had just been chewed out by Arista for borrowing her sweater without asking and after their little showdown she locked herself in her room once more; blasting some song about a love that was never meant to be while pretending to be making her homework she was really just doodling in the corners of her notebook and mindlessly staring at her schoolwork without even reading any of it.
She barely made the effort to look up as her father walked in; instead throwing him a rather annoyed look; as surely with seven daughters that had all gone through puberty he must have grown accustomed to by now. “Suuure. What is it you want to talk about?”
She pushed up her legs so that she could rest her head on her knees, eyes focusing on her father rather than anything else. Her mind was going haywire; desperately raking her brain to think of what on earth it could be he needed to talk about. Had the school called again that she had skipped some classes? No, he wouldn’t have been so gentle if they had. Another date he had arranged for her? Possibly, but still not very likely.
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