under the sea

kieran nedakh, one out of three, son of atlantis.

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beaut ` n & k

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just friends. she has to remind herself as her thoughts get carried away. “beautiful-er isn’t a word, kieran.” she teases with a shake of her head, her words a short staccato. “i’m not sure if you’re insulting my harely or not, but i’m choosing to ignore it for the sake of wasting energy.” dipping her paintbrush into blue paint she reaches over to swipe the liquid across the hem of his shirt. nephel had since decided that kieran’s smile was one of her favorties and no matter how many times she saw it did her mind go blank and all she could think about was him.

“you’re so embarrassing sometimes,” she begins rolling her eyes at him as she lifts her brush to begin painting a picture that she’s sure he would love. “is it okay if i talk and paint? i don’t like silence - it makes me nervous. i don’t mind the camera.” her bottom lip juts out in a small pout.

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his eyes follow her every move, tracing her fingers as they wander around the surface of the blank canvas. he wonders how it’d feel like if those fingers were on his cheeks. 

stop, kieran reminds himself. they’re just friends. he shouldn’t be thinking of weird stuff like that, especially if the probability of it happening was far too low. heart drooping at the thought of how she was so close yet so far away from him, he lets out a silent sigh. 

but a chuckle escapes his lips while she swats away at his hand. he likes that he’s a lot taller than her, especially when he can pet her with affection and disguise it as an act of brotherly love whenever he’s questioned. but the urge to rest his chin on her crown is always there, but he holds back. too fast, too intimate. 

friends. he likes the idea of being near her as a companion, but he fights the thoughts of wanting to be something more. kieran will never know if she truly reciprocates those feelings. what if she doesn’t? would they even still be friends, given the fact that she might withdraw from his life if his feelings were to spill like a bowl of warm soup? 

“well, i made it. so it’s a word, and i said so.” he counters, eyes curving up into small crescents. “i’m not,” the act of redemption begins, “harleen’s a good actress, but just not what i was looking for.....unless you strongly recommend her? to boost my grade?” kieran jokes, pinching her nose in the process. a swipe of the paintbrush against his crisp, white shirt stuns him, fabric now stained blue. he isn’t mad though, but curious.

“you painted on my shirt,” he pouts, “but i like it. gives it a nice touch.” the pastel blue lingers in his mind, colour oddly like ones he’d see in art films, where the female protagonist would be pink and her male counterpart, blue.

brush strokes across the canvas distract him for a little, however he snaps back as soon as he hears her speak. “i’m not embarrassing!” his voice echoes through the studio, sounding oddly like a spoilt little boy. “sure you can, your voice is an element too. plus, i’d be bored if you didn’t speak, i like hearing your voice.”

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( sms ➠ ugly ♡) GOOD FEEL MY PAIN! ( sms ➠ ugly ♡) gif. ( sms ➠ ugly ♡) is this your way of trying to get booty - it’s not working ;D

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[ ⇒ kitty ] WHAT PAIN DO YOU HAVE TELL ME WHO HURT YOU [ ⇒ kitty ] it’s not trying to get booty, it’s called affection

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★— Splash! // Kieran&Ari

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“you say I can’t but you haven’t even seen me try yet, how are you so sure, huh?” he threw back at them, a playful smile remaining on his lips before giving a roll of his eyes to their latter response. “ya know, I’m pretty sure the ocean isn’t filled with chlorine though.” he lowered his tone, a hand raising to shield his mouth on one side as he, rather loudly, whispered to add a correction to their statement. ari knew he could jab and poke playfully at kieran, and that’s probably why he was so fond of being around the other; he could act a little out of place, within reason, and in a lighthearted way in their presence. it was something that even if he didn’t speak the thought aloud, it was appreciated. “aw, look at you, so sweet and considerate. or are you feeling threatened because I might just beat you?” he teased the other, flashing them another devilish smile before making a gesture with his hand towards himself. “c’mon, on the count of three, let’s test this out and just see who can hold their breath the longest.” 

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ari knew he could jab and poke playfully at kieran, and that’s probably why he was so fond of being around the other; he could act a little out of place, within reason, and in a lighthearted way in their presence. it was something that even if he didn’t speak the thought aloud, it was appreciated.

“that’s because i know that you can’t even without seeing you try,” he joked, sticking out a tongue playfully at his friend. “but it’s filled with creatures, and you’d probably be freaked out by a jellyfish.” kieran does the same, lowering his tone to match with the other’s while cupping his hand beside his lips. as much as it was just a friendly contest, he knew that he needed to win the hercules descendant. being in water was his forte after all.

noticing that the other had already begun to zone out, he splashed the water towards ari, laughing heartily at the reaction that was ignited upon doing so. “don’t daydream when war’s about to begin!”

the kid had to be joking-- who was he to claim that he would defeat the descendant of atlantis? the punishment ideas that would follow had already begin to present themselves in his mind, and he grinned inwardly at the things he could order ari to do. buy him lunch for a week, buy him dinner for a week, buy him food for a week-- the possibilities were endless. 

“i’ve always been considerate to my friends,” placing emphasis on the last word, he patted the other’s shoulder, “you’d be my lunch ticket for the week.” 

stretching his limbs in the water, he took a few deep breaths just to prepare his lungs before responding, “game on.”

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DSNEPHEL ANSWERED:

( sms ➠ ugly ♡) NEW PHONE WHO DIS??? ( sms ➠ ugly ♡) i’m banning you from the internet. you are no longer allowed to internet

[ ⇒ kitty ] I’M HURT. [ ⇒ kitty ] i’m sorry maybe this one will work, sorry for staring i thought your face was a work of art

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moodboard; nephel and kieran                      “sometimes i look at you and get really angry because you’re just so good to me. i hate your stupid face, i hate the way you make me feel whenever you hold me, i hate how attentive you are. really, it’s unfair how perfect you are. the other girls are going to see and want to take you away from me, don’t ever leave me. please? “- nephel to kieran

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blue

blue // @kierands

saturday morning is usually when the majority of the university student population would be spending that time in bed. and yes, that would include xylia herself, but because of excessive napping and a shift in her sleeping schedule, she was reborn as a morning person kind of. 

despite of being an introvert, xylia doesn’t find the beauty in doing nothing unlike most of the people she’s surrounded with; probably due to the athletic traits that came from her father or maybe her mother’s unconscious search for trouble. nonetheless, being in bed and gluing her eyes on a laptop screen or a book isn’t her most ideal activity which probably explains why she took two physical education classes rather than one. 

& vigorously and manually working was how weekends and free time were commonly played-out. 

she sat at the edge of the pool with her feet dipped in the clear chloric water. her swim team jacket was zipped to the very top to prevent any warmth that planned to leave her body, and her breathing patterns going in a weighty pace. the swimmer has been here for the last hour doing laps, not exactly trying to get her mind off of things yet not exactly having a desire to consider any issues she may have in her life. 

her eyes bored into the shifting waters in hopes her nonstop thinking could at least pause for a favorable moment. 

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saturday mornings meant nice long laps in the pool, uninterrupted by fellow swimmers and students who would be there to ‘chill’ in the waters. kieran liked the exclusivity of the pool to himself for a couple of hours before the rest of the student body would stream in-- which was his cue to leave. he packed spare clothes and a couple of his necessities into a duffel bag before happily making towards the school’s indoor swimming pool.

the smell of chlorine made its way up his nostrils the moment he stepped into the location, and at that moment, he thought of the clear, pristine, chemical-free waters of atlantis. making a mental note in his head to gather his brothers to visit their homeplace one day, he walked blankly towards the changing rooms, before familiar locks of brown hair and the swim team jacket came into sight.

“xylia?” he thought to himself, slowly changing his direction and making his way towards her instead. kieran never really expected the girl to be here, not outside of allocated practice times. he has never seen her here on saturday mornings, and he felt slightly bummed that he had lost this place that was once to himself. nonetheless, he still approached her and tapped her shoulder lightly.

“hey,” he smiled, casually slotting his hands into the pockets of his team jacket.

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*; save the beasty

Mermaids are nice, but they tried drowning people– and they still do.

It isn’t planned, but for a moment he sees a mermaid, he draws closer as if the Enchanted Lake has this magic that surges through him and pulls him into a less cohesive reality, and he finds himself staring so close 

and before he knows it, he can taste the lake from plump lips, his mouth on a beauty, the heat and dampness of water and the fact that it’s cold.

There isn’t much to notice but, it’s weird– he can’t breathe now.

There’s a hand that grabs his collar and pulls him to be swallowed by the lake. The light is brighter, more blaring and he’s laughing at how fucked up his situation is– he stops his thoughts because it gets dark 

and he’s on shut down.

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kieran makes it a point to always stop by the enchanted lake just to say hello to the creatures that lived under the waters. they were mostly different from the ones back at home, the mermaids here were slightly more aggressive, and would sometimes accidentally drown people when they felt threatened.

he doesn’t feel scared though. he knows the boundaries, and he knows how not to cross them.

as soon as he stops near the lake, sharp eyes catch on the submerging head near the side of the lake. last he checked, human heads didn’t belong in the lake. he dashes to the edge, diving in with all his clothes still on (he doesn’t have a change) and shoes (they were new…) still on his feet. his hands fumble a little before the right one grabs the collar of the other, and he uses his core strength to pull the drowning male towards him before getting him out of the lake by pushing all his weight and new water weight up to the ground.

the boy’s unconscious, and kieran knows exactly what to do. he’s certified, trained to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation. he pushes his interlocked hands down on the centre of the other’s chest, hoping to at least get the water that had been trapped in his lungs out to get him breathing, to at least save a life.

thirty pumps to no avail, kieran resorts to the next step. he tilts the other’s head back and lifts his chin, face moving closer to carry out mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

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` god of destruction.

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he stares at the elder, glancing over his shoulder and letting out a sigh of relief when he does not see an angry professor chasing after him, though his posture remains stiff. turning back to his brother, he offers a wide smile– the one that’s nervous around the edges, like the one he’d use when he was younger and he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “uh… i’m just getting some fresh air?”

there– keone thinks when he hears footsteps behind him in the distance, and yelling. there it is.

“okay, maybe not just fresh air. i, uh,” his words start coming out in one fast breath as he starts scoping the area for possible hiding places. “i may or may not have accidentally broken school equipment and professor’s face looks like she wants to kill me, yes, okay i will go now, you haven’t seen me in the last ten minutes okay–”

and he reacts quick as he always does, making a quite impressive leap over one of the nearest stone structures that dot the courtyards, ducking down behind it.

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he raises an eyebrow at the way his brother is acting, all fidgety and unlike his usual self. the glance over his shoulder was almost a dead giveaway, but kieran didn’t want to alarm him or get him even more panicky than he already was. he returns the smile, patting the younger boy on the shoulder while taking in the nervousness, oddly similar to the emotion he radiated whenever he created some sort of trouble in the past. 

“fresh air?” kieran questions, the lack of belief evident in his tone. 

before he could continue his sentence, keone had already blabbered his way through his explanation, but he did manage to catch the keywords. ‘accidentally’, ‘broken’, ‘professor’s face’, ‘kill me’ were the most stressed upon words, and before he could offer any solution, his younger brother had already bolted away.

he blinks, but notices a panting female professor heading his way. quickly straightening up, he continues to move forward, looking at the scenery from time to time while closing the gap between the professor and himself.

“oh, keone? i haven’t seen him around, it’s my free period now and i believe i’m the only one who’s out of class at this hour.” he answers the professor’s query, swiftly covering up for his brother. “i’m sorry that i can’t be of any help.” 

after ensuring the professor had disappeared from the area, he flashes a thumbs up sign at the stone structure, waiting for his brother to re-emerge and to properly explain himself.

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hi @dsnephel look at me

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& tread softly.

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This conversation had to be, simultaneously, the easiest and most difficult thing Evie had suffered through in a while. How could it be possible to know someone so intimately, and yet have to tread so carefully with every utterance? Her smiles came more naturally now, and yet she was still acutely aware of every minor twitch in her expression, unable to stop wondering exactly what was going through his mind at that very moment.

“Thanks,” she repeated, the word emerging as whisper of breath even as pink began to dust her cheeks. It was nice to have someone truly understand what the award meant to her, although she was rather surprised that he did know about it in the first place. 

At the mention of the art piece, she shrugged with forced nonchalance. “It’s in the art room — they wanted to hang it up.” The faint exasperation in her tone belied her pride at that, and just for that moment it almost felt like nothing had changed between them. The change of subject came at just the right moment then, pulling her back from the precipice before she forgot herself and said something embarrassing.

“Oh, three? That’s great!” Her smile was sincere, although there was the briefest pause of consideration, as if mentally testing their boundaries, before she continued, “Was one of them yours?” Her gaze was expectant, the corners of her mouth already tilting in preparation for a congratulatory smile.

It was sad that such formalities were the only things left between them, but it felt like comfort that not everything was gone.

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the next ten seconds were spent trying to endure the lingering pain in his shoulder. he couldn’t reach out for it. he knew that evie would know once he did that, and he didn’t want her to know. they were no longer lovers after all, perhaps questionable friends, but he didn’t intend for her to worry about him anymore. he returned her every single of her smiles, relief and a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. at least something was no longer pressing down on his shoulders, except the darn strain. 

“i’d want to go and see it soon,” he grinned, “but there’s no hurry. i doubt they’d take down a masterpiece so quickly anyway.”

mentally cursing at the pain (that wasn’t going away), he bit his lip but tried to smile at the same time. “yeah, some of them’s mine. it’s nothing anyway, the timing wasn’t to good. guess i still have a long way to go before i can ever be part of the olympics, eh?” he joked. although he did want to be a part of the olympics someday, but it was a wish that he never told anyone. probably not even her (unless he sleeptalked that night).

he liked the way they were now, not fighting, not in a cold war, but just friends that shared the things about themselves. it wasn’t as intimate as it was before, but he’s alright with that.

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“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

she was right.

the roof that they were sitting on wasn’t too sturdy, after years of wear and tear, there were tiny holes in between bricks that seemed like they’d open up and consume them whole at the slightest movement.

“that’s true, we should really get off.” he responded, eyes fixated on one of the bigger holes. “you could get hurt, and getting hurt would suck, since i need you as my right-hand man for the upcoming short,” kieran joked, poking her arm with his index finger.

after ten minutes of chatter, he got up slowly, ensuring that he had successfully stood on both feet, before reaching out his hand at her.

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@kieranedakh: my lock button isn't working. :-(

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swim good

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“kieran—” she coos, wickedly calm, because she just knows it was him. who else would, honestly? “i’m going to need you to come back over here so i can murder you.” 

not that she actually would, but even just imagining it could do some good in calming her down.

probably not. (but she’s willing to risk it)

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there was one thing that kieran hated, and it was slackers.

he glances at the pale-skinned, big-eyed girl that was lying leisurely on one of the spectating benches near the pool. her name? ivana heart. her nickname that he had mentally given her? the slacker.

up till this moment, he had no idea to why the girl had even joined in the first place. she was the least interested out of the bunch, and was always feeding the coach with excuses (”stupid excuses”). as the others swam lap after lap, arms and shoulders feeling so sore that some would even struggle to lift them, she was just laying there, enjoying herself while everyone slaved away in the pool, aiming to break records and to clinch gold medals in competitions. 

“the slacker is at it again,” he lifts his chin upwards to point at her direction. his fellow swimmer at the next lane merely sighs. even the coach had rendered her to be a ‘hopeless one’, completely excluding her from competition sign-ups and events. 

kieran decides things should be put in order and she has to learn her lesson.

he pushes himself out of the pool and grabs a towel before walking up to where the female is. with his hand still wet, he flicks the water at her face to get her to wake up from her midday nap. trying to get away before she gets up, he throws the towel aside and dives back into pool.

“and you’d think i’ll willingly present myself to you?” he smirks, “why not you come in here and you can try to murder me— but can you even swim?”