Fish Out Of Water Part 8
Author’s Note: I’m posting this way later than I should have. I’m super sorry about that. There are a couple of reasons for that, the first being midterms. The second being I’m currently dying and have been laying in bed all week sick. I hope you enjoy this part!
Orm passes me the first aid box.
“So what happened?” I ask as I rip open a pack of antiseptic wipes.
“It appears members of the Fisherman Kingdom have been stalking the waters around the house.”
I hiss as the antiseptic touches the wounds, “And they want you dead because you killed their king. Right?”
“Correct.”
I toss the wipes into the garbage can, “How’s they miss?”
“They couldn’t make the shot they wanted because you were there.”
I look up, “What do you mean?”
“The Fisherman sect believes in educating humans, not harming them. You were in front of me, so they shot to injury, not kill me.”
I rip open some gauze, “Mind giving me a hand wrapping this?”
“Going swimming was a poor idea. You’re far too fragile.” Orm says as he grabs the gauze.
“I’m not fragile!”
Orm rolls his eyes, “Had I not dragged you to safety you would have died.”
“Contrary to what you might think, I can handle myself. I’m not helpless.”
I place a piece of gauze over the wound as Orm wraps more gauze around my waist. Occasionally his hand will brush against my stomach.
“You’re helpless. You tried to hit me and I caught your wrist. You’re lucky I didn’t break your wrist for that.”
I raise my brows, “You have no idea the extent of my powers. You’re lucky I only tried to hit you.” I say as I rip a piece of tape and press it down to hold the gauze in place.
Orm’s interest peaked, “What else can you do?” he asks.
“Sensing emotions is only part of what I can do.” I explain, “When I’m focused enough I can manipulate emotions.” Orm looks at me, clearly skeptical, “So you can make someone sad. What good is that?”
I laugh at Orm’s naivety, “I’d show you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? You’re a fragile little human. How much damage could you possibly do?”
“Keep calling me a ‘fragile little human’ and I’ll show you how much damage I can do.” I shoot back.
“Maybe you’re abilities work on humans, but I am Atlantean. I am the superior species.”
I roll my eyes, “Then there’s no harm in me trying?” I ask, well aware my ability will work.
Orm raises his arms to give me the okay.
I smirk and place my hand on his shoulder and begin to focus. I begin drawing out fear. Once I feel Orm’s resistance fade I begin to really work my magic. You’re afraid. It’s only a matter of time before the Fisherman Kingdom comes. You can’t hide here forever. What was that noise? You hear it don;t you? I look up at Orm. His eyes are shut and he’s shaking slightly. They’re here. You can’t run or hide. It’s over. You can’t move. You can’t stand anymore. You’re falling. As soon as I ‘say’ that Orm hits the ground.
I carefully slide off the counter and kneel next to Orm. He opens his eyes, shocked by what had happened.
“How are you feeling? I hope you’re not too shaken up. I hope I held back enough.”
Orm slowly sits up, leaning against the cabinets.
“I don’t understand.” Orm says, “You took me down.”
I laugh as he struggles to comprehend what just happened, “I can explain it in more depth if you’d like.”
“I have a number of questions.” Orm says.
“I’d be happy to answer them, but you need to get some rest. We can talk upstairs if you’d like.”
Orm looks at me. It’s clear he doesn’t want to admit how much I was able to affect him.
“Alright.”
I smile and begin to get up. I pull myself up using the edge of the counter. Once I’m standing I reach my hand out to help Orm up. Orm grabs my hand and I help him up. Once we’re both up, we head upstairs.
“Your room or mine?” I ask as we make it up the stairs.
“Yours is fine.” Orm says nonchalantly.
I nod and open the door. I help Orm to my bed. Once he’s laying down I cross my legs and sit down at the end of the bed. Orm looks at me in confusion.
“Why are you sitting on the edge?” Orm questions.
“Well the bed is small and if I laid down I’d be touching you, and I wasn’t sure if that would make you uncomfortable, so I just decided to sit on the edge cause I’d rather be on the safe side and not upset you.” I ramble.
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. You’re injured, more than me, you should lay down.”
“Are you sure?” I ask nervously.
“Yes. Humans heal slower, you need to rest more than me.”
I smile at Orm, trying my best to hide my nervousness. I slowly lay down next to Orm. I turn on my good side and bend my knees. I prop myself up slightly on my elbows.
“You’re still on the edge. You’re going to fall off.” Orm says, clearly displeased.
“I’m good. Really.”
Orm reaches behind me and gently tugs me closer towards him. My breath hitches in my throat for a second. Orm’s turns on his side to face me.
“So how did you learn to do that?” Orm says, completely unphased by how close we were to each other.
“It all started when I was a teen. I was so emotional, especially when I came in contact with other people. I swear I was tested for every disorder under the sun, but every test came back clear. I confided in Arthur and he asked Vulko about it. With their help I finally go some answers.”
“So Vulko trained you?” Orm asked. He sounded like he felt betrayed.
“Nope. Arthur asked him to train me, probably a hundred times, but he always said no. He said he didn’t know how to train me. Told me a number of times to just forget about the abilities and be normal, but I never did.”
“So how did you learn how to control emotions. Did your father teach you? Arthur?”
I laugh, “I taught myself.”
Orm looks at me, very surprised.
“About 10 years ago I see this shitty vampire movie. It’s called Twilight. There’s a vampire in it who can control emotions. That got me thinking: what if I could do that? So I started practicing. I used Arthur as my subject.”
“What’s a vampire?” Orm asks.
“It’s an immortal human that drinks blood to survive. The lame ones sparkle in the sun, and the real ones burn in the sun.”
Orm looks at me in surprise and confusion, which makes me chuckle.
“So I practice on Arthur. Emotions of joy are the easiest to create, so I started there. Once I mastered that I tried sadness, then anger, then fear. Now it’s easy.”
“Are all human women like you?” Orm asks.
I tilt my head, “What do you mean?”
“Are all human women strong and independent?”
I blush, “They have the potential to be if they aren’t. Women are pretty amazing.”
Orm gives me a small smile.
“Mera seems strong and independent.”
Orms face falters and I realize what I just said. Damn it Y/N.
“She is. She’s the only women in Atlantis, other than my mother, that was strong and independent. It drove me insane.”
“Do I drive you insane?” I ask.
“Often, but it is different with you.”
Before I can ask another question, Orm turns over and lays on his back. And he’s back to being cold.
“I am getting rather tired.”
I move to get up, but Orm grabs my wrist.
“You should rest too.”
I look over at Orm. Sleeping with him, even in an innocent sense, was a mistake. But I can’t walk away. I just can’t. I lay down next to Orm and close my eyes. It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
