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You: ((merSherlock and octoJohn)) Sherlock had found a little cave by the shore he liked to frequent, where he stashed any collected items he found and stayed to examine them. He swam up to it with new items to store away, but paused at the entrance. There was something else in there. Scowling and ready to chase off whatever it was, Sherlock swam in further to get a closer look. All he could really see were the tentacles at first. Whatever it was, its top half was out of the water, lounging in a patch of sunlight, while its bottom half - the tentacles - were drifting on the water. Setting his items aside for the moment, Sherlock flicked his tail to bring him closer, examining....whatever it was, from below. He’d never seen an octopus - for that’s what it had to be - this close to shore, nor had he seen one with tentacles such a bright, beautiful shade of blue. From past experience, Sherlock found that octopi were usually friendly, though admittedly a little grabby, and Sherlock didn’t have many boundaries anyway, so there was nothing to stop himself from reflexively reaching out to feel along the underside of one of the tentacles with fascination.
Stranger: John had found the little cave and fallen in love with it. Calm and secluded, it was the perfect spot for him to get away from the busy ocean. On top of that, there were plenty of curious things to keep his attention when he got bored of sunbathing. Today, however, was not one of those days. He was nodding off in the sun, bronzed skin and golden hair soaking in the rays, when something tickled the underside of his one of his tentacles, the tendril reflexively wrapping around whatever was touching him as John gasped and plunged back into the water, damn near inking himself. He blinked at the mercreature and a plume of bubbles left his mouth as he waited for the other to make a move and help him decide how to react.
You: Sherlock had been expecting a reaction, but nothing that quick or sudden. He nearly yelped as he was grabbed by the octopus.... Which turned out not to be an octopus at all, but a creature somewhat like him. Sherlock's first reaction was to try to pull free, but the....whatever it was wasn't moving anymore, only holding him in place, so he went still as well, though he was still tense. His eyes darted downward, taking in the sight before him. He'd heard of these creatures, Mycroft even said he'd met some before, though Sherlock had never come across one himself. Hoping this one would take after the peaceful nature of the animal it resembled, Sherlock opened his palms in a placating gesture.
Stranger: John watched the other creature with interest, waiting and wondering what would happen next. He was far more pale than John, with hair the colour of the depths of the sea, and a long, powerful tail ending his body rather than a bunch of tentacles. The mercreature held his hands up and John smiled gently, tentacle twisting more around the other's hand. He pointed to the surface and nodded before pushing himself up to break the surface, finally releasing the other's hand.
You: Sherlock released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and nodded back before being pulled upward. When he was let go, Sherlock finished the way to the surface with one stroke of his tail. He broke the surface, shaking water from his hair and clearing his throat as his body adjusted to air, but keeping an eye on the other creature all the while. He could get a better look at his upper half now, which wasn't dissimilar from his own. Well, aside from the build and skin tone, anyway. "Sorry," he started once he'd adjusted.
Stranger: John smiled and sighed a tiny laugh, saying, "It's alright. You just gave me a fright, that's all." He was rather easy going and gentle, just as any octopus was, and only reacted violently or aggressively when threatened. And this creature, pale and thin and rather pretty, didn't look like a threat at all. "Do you know who put all these things in this cave?"
You: Sherlock relaxed once he spoke, looked over to where he stashed his things, and looked back to him. "I did," he replied, matter-of-factly. In fact....he had been so focused before, he hadn't had a chance to make sure everything was still in place. Sherlock's eyes narrowed a bit. "Did you touch anything?" he demanded. Or, more importantly, "Did you /break/ anything?"
Stranger: John felt himself sink into the water a bit more, suddenly feeling on the spot. "Well," he began, wanting to squeeze into the nearest crevice or hole. He was sinking more and more into the water until only his head was above, tentacles squirming below the surface. "I picked up the string of pearls and it just sort of... fell apart. I didn't mean to! I was very gentle!"
You: Sherlock might have been irritated, but the absolute guilt written across the other's face was enough to keep him from snapping a retort, at the moment -Sherlock would never admit it, but his abashed expression might have even been adorable. Instead he just let out a gusty sigh that shifted the drying curls across his forehead. "Pearls," he replied dismissively. "Those are all over the ocean. I was only comparing their compositions."
Stranger: "Just because they're all over doesn't mean they're any less lovely," John mumbled, some words bubbling when the gentle waters lapped at his lips. "I could get you more if you like, but none on a string. Sorry." He let himself rise above the surface a bit more and gave a small smile. "I like your things. They're all very lovely. Is that what merfolk like? Lovely, pretty things like them?"
You: Sherlock waved him off. "It's fine," he assured him. At the last comment, he preened for a moment, then looked thoughtful, and shrugged. A lot - though not all - of his trinkets came from sunken human ships and such, which he knew that other merfolk actively avoided. "Yes," he finally answered, flicking his tail. "My kind are attracted to things they find...pretty." Or for him, interesting. He didn't think others collected to the same extent he did, though. "What about you? Is that why you came here, picked up the pearls?"
Stranger: John shook his head gently and moved to the rock he'd been on. "No, I came here for the sun," he said, hoisting himself up on the rock, just a bit of his blue skin peaking out of the water. "Lovely things are well and good, but I like things that feel good better." He smiled at Sherlock, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Don't you ever lay in the sun?"
You: Sherlock made a face. /Feel/ good? "Why would I do that?" he asked quizzically, looking upward and then back down to him again, as though trying to determine if there was a benefit to something like that, lying in the sunlight. Sherlock inched closer to the rock, watching him closely but not making a move to join him atop it. "It doesn't seem very practical. What's the purpose?"
Stranger: John chuckled at the other's words and closed his eyes. "It's warm," he sighed, "It feels nice. Does there need to be more purpose than that?" With the merman close to the rock, John could reach out a tentacle and wrap it around a slender wrist. "Come on. Join me, mate. You might like it."
You: Sherlock huffed and grumbled something about it being pointless, but he wound up batting the tentacle away to clamber up onto the rock anyway. Or try. He'd made it look so easy, when he'd hauled himself out of the water, but Sherlock found that it was pretty damn difficult for him. The tail was hard to work with. After a moment of struggling, Sherlock was finally up, and laid back on the rock. "So far....not worth it," Sherlock puffed with a scowl.
Stranger: John peeked an eye open to watch the other struggle, lips twitching into a smile. He quickly wiped it away once the merman had settled into his spot, expression sour. "Give it time," John said gently, going quiet before he tacked on, "I'm John, by the way." He even stuck out his hand for the other to grab, once again looking at him with one eye open.
You: He - John - had tried not to let his amusement show as Sherlock had clumsily made his way up, so he supposed that was nice of him. Even if Sherlock had been aware of it anyway. Sherlock turned his head to stare at the outstretched hand for a moment, an eyebrow raised, but after a moment, he reached out to take it with one of his own. "Sherlock," he replied evenly.
Stranger: "Lovely," John murmured, smiling at Sherlock and releasing his hand gently. Then he went quiet, settled on the rock with his eyes shut, the sun beating down on him in the most pleasant way. It wasn't long before his tentacles started to move and slither, eventually ending up trying to gently toy with Sherlock's tail, specifically his fins. Flushing lightly, John cast a sheepish grin the other's way, saying, "Sorry. They've minds of their own."
You: Sherlock had fallen into silence when John did, waiting for the experience to get pleasant as John seemed to think it would. It took several minutes, but when Sherlock was a bit dryer, the sun /did/ feel nice. When John apologized on behalf of his tentacles, Sherlock just hummed dismissively. His fins flared reflexively as they were prodded at, but the tentacles at his tail weren't unpleasant, so he didn't bother batting them away. "Just don't pull on anything too hard," he replied.
Stranger: "I told you, I'm very gentle," John murmured lazily, letting his tentacles do as they pleased, stroking and playing with the fins. They travelled up a bit to stroke at scales and John rolled to his side idly, propping his head up on a palm. "You're rather lovely," he commented, tentacles curiously exploring. "Especially your tail. I've never seen anything like it."
You: "You've never seen one of our tails before?" he asked in amusement. Sherlock flicked his tail, his lips twitching upward, enjoying the compliments - it wasn't terribly often he received them. He dropped a hand to his side, close to where one of John's tentacles was feeling at his scales. They /were/ rather gentle. "How sensitive are they?" he asked curiously as he prodded at it. "Like hands?"
Stranger: John watched Sherlock's tail move and he grinned at the brilliance of it. It shimmered and glistened beautifully and it made John all the more happy to touch it. When the other prodded his tentacle, it curled and then unfurled to reach for the finger as John chuckled. "A bit more sensitive than hands. But they're very strong, stronger than my arms."
You: Sherlock filed away each bit of information as it was given. "Stronger than your arms?" he asked, turning his head to eye John with a raised eyebrow. He twirled the tentacle around his finger, making note of its dexterity as he did. "So you're telling me....that you watched me scrabble onto this rock on my own, when you could have helped and saved half the trouble and humiliation?" he teased.
Stranger: John flushed at Sherlock's teasing and smiled bashfully, eyes looking to the tentacle and finger joined together. "Well, I suppose I could have, but you put on such a show," he said, teasing back as he reached out to touched the skin that faded into scales with his fingers, finding the texture interesting. "Besides, you didn't need any help. You did brilliantly."
You: Sherlock scoffed. "Please, John, I know I looked about as elegant as a sea lio-- oh!" he cut off in a sharp exhale, jolting a bit when his muscles jumped at the touch to his skin. After a moment, he relaxed again, looking over a little sheepishly and flushed a bit. "Sorry," he started, averting his eyes. "Bit ticklish there, I guess. Maybe it's more sensitive out of water..."
Stranger: John pulled his hand away and his tentacles curled back to him at the sound, only relaxing at Sherlock's apology. "It's quite alright," he chuckled, starting to slither back into place. "But now I can't help, but wonder..." He reached out to once again caress the flesh where skin met scales while a few tentacles grabbed for Sherlock, holding him in place.
You: Sherlock's brow furrowed. "John, what are you... Wait, no - !" he started, realizing what John was up to when he felt his tentacles begin to hold him. But he was cut off again by a gasp as John /purposely/ did it again. Sherlock's muscles seized as he gasped with sharp, breathy laughter, and he curled in on himself as much as he could, trying to squirm away from John's hand. "J-John!"
Stranger: John couldn't help laughing with Sherlock, struggling to keep his hold. The merman was longer than him with a powerful tail that rivalled even John's strength, so it was a battle. Leaning his upper body against the other, John finally relented a bit, slowing to a stop and ending up over Sherlock's chest with his chin on the other's shoulder. "You've a lovely laugh," he commented, smiling.
You: "You're terrible," Sherlock complained, chest heaving, when his misery finally reached an end, and he could sag against the rock. John wasn't kidding about his tentacles being strong - they'd even managed to restrain his thrashing tail somehow. Sherlock let out a long breath, glaring pointedly - though playfully - at John. "Etiquette dictates that I thank you for the compliment."
You: ((Hey, my roommates are deciding to stream netflix, so juuust in case that bumps me off the wifi, my email is ------------ if you’re at all interested!))
You: ((Oh no, did I lose you?))
You: ((Well, I'll stay on a while in case you fell asleep or something, it's happened to me before :P And it hasn't actually disconnected yet so...))
Dammit to shit I'm so sad I lost this one DX (I actually fell asleep with it up so it was still connected for a few hours with no reply before I finally gave up :/ )
Please someone just do merlock/octojohn with me dammit
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