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@isaaccaro-blog
What sort of vocal tone do you have?
“Pretty well if I do say so myself I like to think. I don’t really know the exact terminology for it, but I can get pretty low if I so chose. The higher notes are a bit harder for me to get to, but my specific heritage so to speak gives me a good shot at training myself into hitting them if I try.”
rain check || Sam&Isaac
samuel-floros:
“They grow in meadows, but I have them on hand sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “Yeah, they’re a basic plant for a lot of potions, very useful. I think the Queen knew what she was talking about.” He chuckled a little.
“I definitely am,” Sam agreed about being his own biggest critic. “I just get nervous playing, but usually the coffee shop isn’t too full and it’s a lot of the same people each week.” That made it easier, but the thought of Isaac coming to see him play, he was sure, would make him nervous all over again. “I’ve never really tried to write my own music, I’m not much a writer when it comes to lyrics. I can jam okay though, just making things up as I go.”
He laughed at the image of getting blown up after some potion gone wrong. “Don’t worry, I know better than to blow myself up. I won’t make you clean that mess up.” He nudged him a little, beaming at the idea of picking out a house plant for him. “No, I don’t think I know a place like that around here,” he teased back. “I can get you something easy to take care of. Like a starter-plant.”
“Honestly, I work a lot and the couch is the best thing at the end of the day,” he admitted. “But I think me marathoning cooking competition shows is about as close to a party as I get these days.” He shrugged, after the holidays he was all partied-out.
Sam frowned slightly, but he had to agree that it was starting to get late. If they kept up like this, they’d spend the whole day chatting. Which would be fine, but he was sure Isaac had things to do, and after his trip Sam had to check in on the shop. “Fair enough,” he said, hoping he kept the disappointment out of his voice. “I should probably swing by the shop anyway, make sure my sister didn’t change my organization system or anything while I was gone.”
“You’ll have to show me one in the flesh sometime. Don’t break your back to get them though. They sound like they could be difficult to get a hold of.” He could only assume, since it seemed to be loved by elites and desired by magic wielders.
“That sounds like a good routine then, I think. At least a good community to support you. But I think if you’re playing enough to keep the same crowd over an extended amount of time you can’t suck.” He said as if it was fact. “ I think you should give it a shot sometime. I think you could be good at it if you try. Even if you get drunk then write it all down. Write drunk, edit sober as all the greatest minds say.” He joked and shrugged. He at least thought something good came out of those types of writings, they seemed less filtered.
“Okay, that’s a relief. Now I know that if you disappear you didn’t go crazy mad scientist or something. Well that’s a relief, but I don’t think I would have heart anyway. Seems like a tasking issue if you ask me.” The idea itself was more morbid than he’d like to thoroughly imagine, especially with the bond that they had been forming. They didn’t know each other long to say in the least, but he had a habit of getting attacked too quickly. “A starter plant? You’re too kind. Something I can’t kill in a week would be appreciated, but I don’t know how possible that is.”
“Oh, those shows get rowdy though. That one that I’ve seen... Uh, what’s it called?” He paused for a moment to tap on the table and rack his brain for it. “Sliced? It gets intense, with that one famous chef. I’m really bad with TV, if you can’t tell.”
Isaac thought for a moment, the tip of his pointer finger moving slowly over the back of Sam’s hand. “Well, I am in need of a houseplant... And I’ve been dying to see your little shop with you in it. We can make one more stop before we’re through here. If you want, that is.”
under the sea || isaac & iann
ianncardero:
“Please, I’d love to help you out. I’m very honest,” Iann said, completely guileless despite the fact that he’d blatantly stolen from the merm only an hour ago. But now it was all okay, wasn’t it? Because Isaac allowed Iann to take some coins anyway. Iann was just…pre-taking the coins, pre-permission. Now he’d gotten permission to it was all good. And as a bonus, he got some wonderful stories out of it as well, fascinating tales.
“You’re a very good story-teller, you know that? Are you sure you’re not a siren, Isaac Caro?” Iann teased him. “Luring overboard seamen like me into your grotto of collections.” Iann had learned it was fun to tease and flirt with Isaac. The merm took it all in-stride, bantering back easily with the same sort of fun that Iann employed. Iann had no real intention of it going anywhere, but Isaac was a pretty man and attractive to boot; and there was a playfulness in their colloquial Spanish, Iann thought, that got lost in translation if they were speaking in English. Harmless fun, a way to keep Iann cheery.
“I’ve slept on worse,” Iann said bravely, and finally stood up as well to pick his own soaked clothing, hanging it up on the chair. A few coins fell out of the pockets, but Iann just casually picked them up, placing them on the table as if they fell off there. “Hopefully that’ll dry by tomorrow, or I’ll have to borrow these and return ‘em to you later, hm?”
When Isaac shot back his own cute retort, Iann laughed out loud. “Hey! Did you notice that? Isaac Caro. Iann Cardero. Two ‘a’s and two ‘n’s. And your last name is like a shortened version of mine. I.C….” Iann smirked as he shook the blanket out over the couch. “If I believed in fate, Mr Caro, I’d say this was meant to be.”
“I’m touched, really. You’ll see any treasures that may be worth actual currency before the light of day even has the chance.” Isaac promised with a hand over his heart. He didn’t know if there was really going to be much coming his way though with where they were now. Sunken ships and treasure seemed like they could be hard to come by in such high traffic waters. That and he was supposed to be a responsible adult now with things like responsibilities, as much as he was dreading the idea. He didn’t know how much free time he would have and it was frustrating.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me. I don’t have much, but I do have stories to tell as long as you’ll let me. It’s really safer not to get me started ” He warned with a hand gesturing to Iann in general, as if he hadn’t been talking his ear off for hours before that. “Well you poor, seaman. It’s a shame you had to see through my grotto’s glamorous guise, but you’re still trapped here for the rest of your days.” He said with an overdramatic sigh to punctuate, careful not to miss a beat as he moved on with his teasing. “At least you’ll be surrounded by the bounty of the sea.”
He chuckled lightly, not doubting the statement in the slightest. The couch was mainly there for decoration, cushions rather stiff and shallow with flat throw pillows on each end- not to mention that it seemed like it was built for two people to sit. “Somehow, I believe you. I can’t imagine it’ll be too cozy for you. Or too much. I’m not really sure what you would categorize it as.”
“I tihnk that might be a bit much of a stretch, but I’ll give it to you. We were meant to run into each other. I’m glad it wasn’t a few minutes later, but I feel like it could have been under slightly better circumstances.” He pointed out, tilting his head and giving him a look to playfully challenge the words.
Coastal Tumble || Open
evangelinethorn:
“No, no.” Lina snickered, “I was definitely not planning on a swim. A few more months, and then maybe.” Though it wasn’t like the coldness of the water would have really phased her, but Evangeline liked to pretend she was living as much as possible. Her eyes widened a little as she turned the smooth rainbow shell in her hand, holding it up for Isaac to see, “Oh, I did though, At least one nice thing. Though I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of these before. Living near the beach and all.”
Lina leaned slightly and squeezed excess water out of her skirt, “A towel would be much appreciated actually. And if I could rinse off my feet?” She asked, “Wet sand is extremely unpleasant.” She waited for Isaac to show her towards his home before she asked, “Oh you’re new. Well, how are you liking Soapberry? A particular little town-” She gave a quick giggle of amusement at the understatement, “Isn’t it?”
Isaac laughed halfheartedly, nodding along with her words. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s a bit chilly out there.” He said with a grin. To him really it wasn’t the water that really bothered him, more so the cold air around them. The water was insulating to him. “Oh, I’ve seen plenty but that doesn’t mean they get any less gorgeous every time I see them. They’re a fun little treat to bring back home and decorate the place. It’s not like the clam needs it anymore.”
Isaac proceeded to walk towards the way he had came at a leisurely pace. “Yeah, it’s like little needles between your toes if you’re not careful. Somehow it gets worse when you put on shoes and that’s honestly one of the most bizarre things to me.” He said with a small chuckle. “I’m liking it well enough. The people seem friendly enough, quirky little shops to check out. Enough of a community to sink my teeth into. Certainly a lot more that I need to discover before I’m through with it, to say at the least. How long have you lived here?” He asked in return, wondering how much of a local he was speaking to.
rain check || Sam&Isaac
samuel-floros:
Sam nearly snorted a laugh at matte finish, something about the phrase tickling him. “My favorite plant?” He hummed in thought; that was a hard one. “It’s hard to have a favorite, it’s not like a favorite animal…Well, I named the shop Meadowsweet after a pretty useful little plant. It used to be used just for it’s scent, it’s nice and sweet. In England they used to sprinkle it on floors, Queen Elizabeth I only wanted Meadowsweet in her rooms…” Realizing he was rambling on with his random knowledge of one little plant, Sam redirected himself. “But besides smelling nice, it’s used in stews and meads, and has a lot of medicinal properties. The first asprin was named after it, actually. I picked it because it has to many different uses, and it sounds nice.”
He took a sip of his coffee to let Isaac talk some after his rambling, but he figured between the two of them that was bound to happen. He felt that familiar flutter of nerves that he only associated with stage fright when Isaac said he’d like to see him perform. “I’m not that great,” he insisted. “And I usually have someone playing with me. I usually play folk covers. Lumineers, Mumford and Sons, stuff like that. Sometimes older stuff.” He shrugged, not sure how exciting it sounded.
Sam smiled softly at him when Isaac turned his hand, liking how their fingers slotted together and how natural it felt. “I could use a good note-taker when I experiment on things. Then if I blow myself up, someone will know,” he chuckled. “Do you have any plants for your house?” he asked when Isaac seemed interested in the water plants.
“Okay, you’ve got a point,” he admitted with a laugh. “Honestly, I spend more time at home on my couch than I do at parties.” His smile grew as Isaac once again mentioned getting into some trouble together, thinking back to when they met and the kind of promise that phrase held. “I think I can help you out with that.”
Sam nodded, glad to hear that he was feeling a little more settled. “It takes time, I feel like I’m still adding things to my house, though it probably doesn’t need any more clutter than it already has.” He shrugged; his house was certainly lived-in, but he liked it that way. Sam noticed the little disappointed look on Isaac’s face and realized that his own coffee was running low by now too. “You want another?”
Isaac nodded intently, listening to the explanation carefully. “Do you have them at the shop? I don’t know if I’ve seen one, or if I have if I knew what it’s name was.” He said with a soft laugh. “If Queen Elizabeth demanded them they have to be something special. Do they have magical attributes?” He asked, wondering if there was a whole world behind every flower and grass that he walked by. It was an interesting thought, but somehow it seemed almost unrealistic. “I’ll have to keep some around if it was the first Asprin. A little makeshift headache killer that’s easy on the eyes.”
“I’ll decide for myself if you’re ‘not that great’, but I doubt that. You’re your own biggest critic after all. I’ve learned not to trust other people when it comes to their own skills because of that. Or they’re egotistical idiots, but somehow I don’t think this is that case.” He shifted a bit, leaning against his elbow on the table. “That’s a good selection from what I’ve heard.” He had to admit that he wasn’t very up to date with music, but he knew vaguely the genre that he was touching on from those. “Have you ever thought about writing your own music? Or is that something that doesn’t really interest you?”
Isaac laughed sweetly, shaking his head at the plan. “I will only take notes as long as you promise not to blow up. I don’t want to witness that. Or clean up after it either. That sounds like a nightmare. I’ll know, but at what cost?” He asked jokingly. “Oh, no. I don’t really have much at all in the house yet. I think a plant could really liven the place up, though. I’ll have to get some from some floral shop. Do you know any good ones?”
He laughed at the admission, slightly relieved that Sam wasn’t the party animal that he was painting himself out to be. “Alright, that’s okay. The couch is a happy place and needs all the love and attention it can get.” He assured, bringing his other hand over and patting the hand that was twisted in with his.
“No, as tempting as it is to get another, I’ll be bouncing off the walls more than usual if I have much more caffein.” Though that meant that this date would surely be coming to an end and that felt like he was already waiting for the next one to roll around.
Would you ever stop teaching to try out something else?
“I would actually love to, but I think I should start teaching first. I don’t really know if it’s my true calling, but I’m getting paid more than I ever have before to talk about something I love so I think I’ll give it a good shot before I decide it’s not for me.”
under the sea || isaac & iann
ianncardero:
‘Look at Isaac Caro with the flowery speech,’ Iann thought, and he smiled, hand cupped in his chin as he blinked at Isaac. Iann was more than willing to be charmed by the merm’s lovely turn of phrases as he related a tale. And perhaps Iann was biased but he found it all the prettier en español. Feeling warm and a little boneless now that all the adrenaline had finally left his system, Iann watched Isaac get up to switch the water on again, and he lowered his arm and slumped sideways on the small table. His hand stretched, fingers drumming along the table’s surface.
“You want to college in–? Ah. You went to college in Spain.” That made sense, now that Iann thought of the collection of books at Isaac’s disposal. “How’d you carry those around? The books. You must’ve bought them all when you got to Soapberry or something, hm?” A merm who traversed up and down the various coasts, couldn’t be particularly weighed down with things, Iann supposed. “You know, I…ah…I can do appraisals myself. I’m very good at that sort of thing.”
Iann launched into more questions - did Isaac ever recover things other than the coins and compasses? Did Isaac find anything else? Skeletons? Stranger things? Did he ever run into other marauding seafolk while skimming through wreckages? What about this coin? And this other coin? Iann’s questions were endless, although after his tea he did start getting a little sluggish and sleepy. But he was like a child who refused to go to bed, insistent on reading one more chapter in his book, until he was practically asleep with the book in his hands.
Isaac Caro was a living book, as far as Iann was concerned. So long as Isaac kept answering, Iann kept asking.
Still he glanced over at Isaac’s couch. “Look, ah. My van’s like a twenty minute walk from here and it’s…pretty fucking late,” Iann said when he glanced at his watch. “May I just crash on your couch or something? Breakfast on me tomorrow, you can tell everyone what a great night you spend with Iann Cardero.” Iann grinned sleepily. “Bonus.”
Isaac smiled and nodded. He could tell on people’s faces sometimes when he mentioned the adventures that he’d been on and the wonderful place that he went to school, they would twist up and disregard him as some teenager that decided to use their parent’s money to travel Europe, but when they would listen to what he had to say, he was so thankful. “I had a friend hold onto them and send them over when I got my job here. They don’t really do well when you get them wet as you could probably figure.” He said with a laugh. There were some that were obviously water damaged, but not to the point that he couldn’t read the words and that was good enough for him. He wasn’t about to replace something that didn’t need it. “Really? I’ll have to come to you from now on, when I run into something good I’ll make sure that you’re the first to see it.”
He had eventually made his way back to the chair, but found himself shifting uncomfortably. He disliked the stiffness of the chair and how he couldn’t put his feet anywhere. He really only had them in case he had people over who insited to have a polite chit chat, but since they’d already been talking for so many hours it wouldn’t be too bad if he moved to sit against the wall with his legs crossed.
Isaac was content with answering questions as they came, telling all sorts of tales from the years that he’d spent traveling from sea to sea finding all sorts of things. He’d never bothered bringing anything else back since coins and compasses tended to be the most memorable to him, but there were things that he had seen that he could never forget, in the best and worst ways. He got to explain them in vivid detail and it didn’t even seem like Iann minded that he would go off on tangents to describe something minuscule that had caught his attention from a ship, only getting back on track when he was reminded that he wanted a certain answer from something else.
Isaac laughed freely at the joke, nodding and standing up slowly. He felt like he’d forgotten to use his legs again, needing to use his hands to support himself while he got back up. “Of course, feel free to crash here. It may be uncomfortable though, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let me get you a blanket and pillows.” He insisted and walked over to his bed and pulled out a drawer that was built into the base, pulling out a fluffy gray blanket and pulled one of the pillows off of the bed.
He turned back to the other man with matching grin. “And you can brag about how much you learned with the night with Isaac Caro in return.”
rain check || Sam&Isaac
samuel-floros
“Sounds like an adventure, I can see the appeal,” he admitted. Isaac could travel anywhere he wanted, stop whenever he felt like it, choose what to do with each day as it came. Sam wasn’t sure he’d know what to do with that kind of freedom. For a vacation, sure, but it was so different from how he’d always lived his life. Maybe that was just a natural difference in species, though. It had to seem normal to the merm, while his stationary life with his coven must seem odd.
“They’ll make you into a walking talking glow stick, yeah,” he teased, though Isaac’s comparison to an angler fish was definitely better. “It’s true, everyone underestimates what I can do with it,” he said, knowing Isaac was teasing. “My plants can do more than just make your house look nice.”
He saw Isaac perk up when Sam mentioned music, glad to see he was also interested in it. “I play piano, and bass guitar. I sing a little bit, but I’m not that great at it.” He shrugged; Sam ended up singing more often than he would have thought, for someone who didn’t like his own singing voice. Sam nodded, it made sense that Isaac couldn’t carry instruments around with him on his travels. “So your hobby is being curious,” he teased, but it was cute. “Yoga? I go running every day, though lately the gym is more my speed since it’s so cold out. I hate running in the cold.” Sam didn’t like the cold as a rule, and going outside in it that early in the morning just to run seemed like torture to him.
Sam’s smile grew a little when Isaac explained the small kitchen, and how he wouldn’t mind being stuck with Sam there. “I think we’ll survive, somehow,” he teased back, his thumb swiping a little against the back of Isaac’s hand.
“Oh no, if you work for me it will be nothing but crazy magical experiments. You want to expand your horizons, right?” He gave him an innocent smile, as if he hadn’t been telling him about various trouble he’d gotten into. “You don’t think you can handle the plant game?” he joked. “Maybe I’ll just let you handle the water plants.”
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m the life of the party, is that so hard to believe?” He found that he didn’t have a lot of time to drink his coffee, there was too much talking and laughing going on between them for him to even notice it was starting to get cold. “You live here as long as I have, you learn to liven things up. There’s only so much to do in a town this big.” Being a supernatural town, Soapberry wasn’t exactly a boring place to live. But like any kid growing up in a relatively small town, Sam had gotten bored with it early. It was different as an adult, sure, but most of the time it felt like the same old, same old to him. Talking to Isaac, who had seen so many other places, was like a breath of fresh air.
Sam waved away Isaac’s concern for Iann. “He was fine, didn’t get impaled or anything.” He finally took another longer sip of his coffee, letting the subject drop before he went on some rant about how it was Iann’s own dumb fault in the first place. “So how’s your house and office coming along? You get everything all set up?”
“Oh no, not me. You can turn into a glow stick all you like. I’m doing just fine as a fine matte finish.” Isaac insisted with a light chuckle. He’d never really gotten close to many witches, pissed one off enough to feel their wrath once, but that was enough to know that they could do anything they pleased at any given time. He wasn’t about to judge every witch off of that one though. “What’s your favorite plant and what does it do?” He asked, genuinely curious about what was behind that lovely looking flower shop.
“Well Id love to see you preform sometime. That sounds amazing, and I’m sure you’re not that bad of a singer. Maybe sometime you can show me. What kind of songs do you play?” There was certainly a wide variety of genres that there could be, but as long as he wasn’t screaming into a mic he didn’t see himself hating the idea of seeing him preform. “That’s a good way to put it. I hope you don’t mind me stealing that. I’ll give you credit of course. Running sounds like it could be much better, but you would have to pay me to run on these streets.” He laughed in agreement. “I can imagine. Though the view can’t be great from a treadmill.” He was thankful that he could go swimming instead of running. Any chance to use his tail instead of his legs he would take. “My place isn’t that big, but there’s just enough room to put down a matt if I move my table. I can’t wait until it’s warmer out and I can do it on the beach.”
Isaac grinned, adjusting his hand so their fingers intertwined with each other slowly. “I think I’ll be the note taker. You need someone to record them and blow powder on your face, right? Like the control.” He said with a wave of his semi-free hand, pulling it away from the small cup to wag his finger at Sam. “I don’t know, the plant game sounds pretty intimidating if you ask me. I think I might be able to handle the water plants, let me take care of my home turf.” He nodded.
“Good at parties and the life of the party can be very different things, Floros. I don’t think I have to explain the difference there.” He let off with a telling smirk. Of course he was joking. He didn’t think that Sam could really be that bad at parties, though it was questionable depending on really how many people he accidentally set on fire. “So we’ve got to make our own fun here? That seems doable. Especially with a hand from you, of course. That trouble we talked about.”
“I think it’s going pretty well. I didn’t really have a lot to begin with so things just sort of fell into place. Got to move a good amount of my books to the office so I’ve got a bit more room in my house, but now the house looks a bit barren now. I think I’m going to have to give in and start buying things to decorate or something. I don’t even spend that much time in there aside form at night, but it’s still home for now. I think it’ll fall into place over time.” He looked down at his cup, nearly pouting from being able to see the bottom of it.
name: Isaac Caro alias: The free spirit date of birth: March 18th, 1984 languages: English, Spanish, many supernatural languages orientation: Homosexual occupation: Supernatural linguistics professor record: Arrested for corss-dressing in Italy disorders: ADD/ADHD
eye colour: Brown hair colour: Brown height: 6′0″ scars: One running down the side of his leg/tail from being caught by a large hook, a few on his hands from digging through wreckage and not paying attention to sharp objects burns: None overweight: No underweight: Not really, he’s not built up but has lean muscles
song: Coleman Hell - Take Me Up food: Coconut Curry Pumpkin Soup
had sex: Yes had sex in public: Not that he would admit it, but yes gotten pregnant: No kissed a boy: Yes kissed a girl: Yes gotten tattoos: At the moment, three gotten piercings: No smoked: Yes drank: Yes drugs: Hasn’t really done anything beyond weed been in love: Yes, he likes to say he’s in love with nature, but has also been in love with a boy before while he was in college. needed surgery: Not really. Had to get stitches once, but nothing too bad. stayed up for more than twenty four hours: Absolutely
a virgin: No a cuddler: Yes a kisser: Yes scared easily: He likes to think he’s brave but he gets inside his own head jealous easily: Not really, it takes a lot for him to really get jealous. trustworthy: He trusts so easily. He thinks that in order to build friendships and trust it must be given upfront. considered mean: Absolutely not harmed self: No thought of suicide: No attempted suicide: No fears: being completely alone, being useless, being stranded on land, disappointing almost anyone, the inevitable, the future
siblings: five brothers and sisters pets: He wants to get one now that he’s settled in one place, but really has no idea where to start, much less take care of it.
matter of minutes || isaac + sofia
prof-sof:
If Sofia was tired it didn’t show – and the witch most certainly was exhausted due to the all too regular betrayal of her internal clock. When Sofia was tired she usually went the opposite way, crossing the threshold into a something to akin to the busiest bee. As long as she did not stop she could make it to the end of her work schedule for the day. Three sections of classes had gone without too much fumbling in the day’s planned labs from neither professor not student. It was a feat if Sofia did say so. Three hours of sleep and multiple fire sources weren’t necessarily the best idea.
All that stood between her and a soft surface and some pitch black privacy was one staff meeting. The only problem was she had no idea how long this thing would last so, truthfully there was still no end in sight. Buzzing in early, she took a seat in the empty conference room. Hopefully everyone would do her an extra favor and be brief. In a moment of indulgence she leaned back in the cushioned chair, careful not to let herself get too comfortable.
@isaaccaro
Isaac had been running late. He was still having a bit of difficulty trying to locate where everything was, though he felt like he was getting a bit better at navigating the building with each passing day. That didn’t mean of course, that he was used to getting to places in a very timely manner at all. He just barely made it to the door at a breakneck speed, panting lightly with one minute to spare. It was good enough for him, and gave him enough encouragement to get there at an earlier time in the future.
He slid into an empty chair, hoping that no one was later than himself and expected to be sitting next to either of the people at his sides. They were adults though, he figured if that were the case, there would be no hurt feelings. He sank into the chair with a sigh. “I didn’t miss anything right?” He asked in a quiet voice, leaning a bit closer to the woman next to him. “Actually, I’m not entirely sure I know what this meeting is about, if I’m being honest.” He gave a bit of a lopsided grin as he placed a notebook and pen down on the table in front of him and hoped that everyone else in the room was more knowledgeable than himself.
Would you ever be romantic with a woman?
“Well, I’ve tried it before and decided it wasn’t quite right for me. I really wanted to give it a shot but... Sometimes you just know these things, right? I’m great friends with plenty of ladies and even tried to make a relationship out of it once or twice but it was more like being friends with someone and really awkward halfhearted pillow talk. I honestly felt sorry for her because she deserved better after that.”
Would you fall in love more than once?
“Of course. Love is one of the most raw emotions you can experience. There’s nothing you can really do to stop yourself from loving someone or something. I’ve been in love before, with my home, the places I’ve been and with people that I’d made a connection with. It’s important to keep that feeling in your heart and remember that it’s not something you should fight. It’s a good feeling to love, why would you hold yourself back from that? Even if you get hurt, the experience itself is worth it.”
Would you ever live your entire life on land?
“God, no. I don’t think I could ever do that. My heart is one with the sea and I don’t think I could ever bear being stuck with two legs for the rest of my days. Water is comforting and ties the world together. I don’t know, I just find everything about it amazing.”
Would you sleep with anyone in town?
“Well, simply yeah, probably. Free love and all that. Most people have that natural need in them, right? I never really shied away from it, but I also have gotten into the habit of indulging on the road. I have come to terms with having to learn how to properly get to know someone ahead of time now.”
Would you have liked to be some species other than a merm?
“In my mind, being a merm is one of the key things that makes me, me. The standard merm culture is not one that I agree with in most ways, but it helped form me. If I were to pick a different species I would have to be something that has easy mobility like flying or swimming, but realistically I would not pick anything else because I would be an entirely different person. I’m pretty happy with who I turned out to be so far.”
Would you kill to protect the ones you love?
“That is a very tough answer that I don’t think I would know unless I was really in the situation. I want to say no, that we would be able to figure out a less confrontational and violent way, but the ones that I keep near my heart are there for a reason. I’d like to keep them there if I can.”
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