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Throughout his life, Tommy had never even come close to drowning. He'd never floundered, he's never struggled, he'd never even swallowed water on accident. In a sea, a lake, a river, and whatever other body of water he could find himself in, Tommy excelled. He was good enough to teach people, experience and Wilbur said as much.
In that regard, water had been a friend to Tommy for his entire life.
Something had changed when he'd died.
Tommy had been shot in a rather fatal way; a heavy hunting arrow through the neck would kill a man quicker than he could stupidly pull it out, but Tommy had been unfortunate enough to live for a few more seconds.
His body, less him in that moment, had fallen off the bridge and into the lake.
For some reason, one he now grumbled about to himself whenever he sorted through his chests or went for a walk, his last thought as he died hadn't been about Dream, or the arrow, or the bow, or even L'Manberg. It had just been about the water.
It was safe to say that lakes had been spoiled for him. Rivers, too. And pools seemed reminiscent of bleeding out in the cold, wet, sinking pit of darkness, so he kept his distance. It was smart! And safe! And Tommy, obviously, prided himself on being at least one of those half the time.
But the oceans had never stopped being his friend. Fuck lakes. Fuck rivers. The oceans were always going to be different.
Tommy wasn't sure which one lapped against the shores of his beach in Logstedshire. Maybe the Lucian; it was the same one that fed into the SMP. Or maybe it was the Baddon sea, the sister sea of the Lucian.
Whatever. Tommy was shit at geography, that was Wilbur's thing. That was why Ghostbur cared about doing things like making compasses.
It didn't matter which sea it was, it was—it was just wrong. It wasn't an ocean, not to Tommy.
The waves were always grey, and the bottom was always growing closer and darker.
Sure, Ghostbur or Dream or whoever would say, it's because the sky is grey and the sea just reflected it, but it didn't matter. There was just something wrong with that ocean.
Tommy woke up drowning on the third day of his exile.
The second his mind registered the freezing water that had swallowed him sometime in his sleep, Tommy gasped awake and froze. His throat burned as he breathed in nothing but water, and he sputtered and panicked, clawing at himself for something to grip onto.
Tommy watched his own lungs work against, breathing in more and more water as he panicked, a pounding growing in his head. He grabbed as his own throat like that would help, like there were hands tightening and tightening that he could pull off.
His eyes blurred, and darkness swirled all around. Floating senselessly, the pressure of the depths tempting him to a quick and painful last death, Tommy could barely struggle.
When something grabbed him, and carried him away, he didn't fight back. If the sea wanted him, then he was already hers.
Somehow, Tommy's skin grated against sand and his body worked with him. He coughed and rolled onto his knees and forearms, his vision slowly coming back to watch him slam him own fist against his chest to cough up more water.
He panted and sputtered, digging his fingers into the sand each time his eyes started to blur the world and his head grew heavy.
Finally, it stopped, and he stared down at the now wet sand. His hair hung heavy in front of his eyes.
Dream was beside him, panting as well and just as soaked in sea water.
Tommy grinned weakly. "Bit cold for a swim, inn—"
Tommy cut himself off with a cough, hacking up his lungs as he pressed his forehead to the sand. He wheezed harshly, coughing more as he breathed in bits of sand.
Dream let himself fall back against the beach. "At least you're not filthy anymore."
"I'm plenty grimey, look at my fingernails."
A few more minutes passed until Tommy could finally breathe properly again. Once he followed in Dream's steps and rolled onto his back, Dream stood.
"I was going to suggest that we go fishing, but I guess you ruined that for yourself, so I'll go find something for us to eat."
Tommy sighed, scrambling his weak hands into the pockets of his wet shorts and grabbing whatever he had on it. He tossed it at Dream's feet, too exhausted to care about 'disrespecting authority', or whatever.
"What's this for?" Dream asked.
Tommy paused. Had Dream not asked him for...
That was weird.
Tommy forced a smirk. "Resources, since you're so damn poor. Find something expensive to eat, y'know, I'm starving, man."
Dream just looked at him without a word. Fucking weirdo, Tommy couldn't decide if his stupid silent stares would be better or worse without the mask.
"Okay."
Dream left with Tommy's things, and Tommy didn't dare look away from the cloudy sky. Once he felt the water come in in a weak wave, he stood and turned back to walk to his tent.
Came across a big problem in my story and I would like to hear your thoughts on it. So, one of the big kingdoms name is Valerian Kingdom (the kingdom of Valeria), which I had named after the valerian herb (Valeriana officinalis) where the flower would also be part of the emblem and history of why this name was given etc... But, I saw that in Game of Thrones by George R. R Martin has apparently an empire named Valyria which I didn't know since I've never read the books nor seen the series. I'm guessing it's too close to Martin's work and I'll have to change it? Thank you for your time.
Worried About Kingdom Name Similar to GoT
*** Necessary disclaimer that I am answering based on what I've learned from decades of experience, but I'm not a lawyer. :)
No need to worry! ♥
Names, words, and titles can't be copyrighted. They can fall under trademark protection, and Valyria probably does, but "Valeria" is not "Valyria." It's not the same word, and being "close" to a trademarked word isn't a problem.
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Hey, anon, there is actually a book series and 2017 movie (a flop, but still) called Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets. In it, Valerian is the main character.
However, since "valerian" is a real word and real people have been named that, I don't see any harm in using it however you want.
I just think Cari and Drache would be friends- a bunch of silly sketches! For now.
A couple of naïve L’manbergians finding their found family, after spending oh so long alone- Only to lose it like they lost their homes before. If only he was still around, then everything would be okay, wouldn’t it?
I just think Cari and Drache would be friends- a bunch of silly sketches! For now.
A couple of naïve L’manbergians finding their found family, after spending oh so long alone- Only to lose it like they lost their homes before. If only he was still around, then everything would be okay, wouldn’t it?