𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: lake vernon, dell rapids 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 13/06/19 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for @ehcra
truth to be told, caspian has been missing the ocean more than he is ready to admit. he only let himself turn into his syren form a couple of times since he has set foot on land two months ago, and he has been actively trying to avoid it since. of course, going back to the ocean is a choice he doesn't have, not anymore — and caspian convinces himself that he doesn't mind it, that the land has much more to offer than the ocean to him. it's not like he misses the kingdom and all the evils it holds; no — it's just a deep sadness inside his heart, homesickness that arises from living more than half a century down there as opposed to the surface. it will heal, that much he tries to believe, that this is something he can condition himself to forget.
then again, there are times when it comes too much, when his skin is too dry and itching, the yearning to swim gets stronger, his legs ache even though he just woke up — and this time, when water is so near, caspian can't stop himself from taking the short trip down to lake vernon. it's not necessarily because he wants to keep his identity disclosed; he knows there are a lot of syrens around the area, and that he can swim safely when he wants to as long as he is careful. it is simply a lake, nothing compared to the ocean. however, what bothers him is the fear that he might not be able to do this ever again when he becomes surface bound. now that, shakes him to the core.
determined to let it go, even for a couple of hours, he sets foot near the lake, looking around and finding it deserted save for a bag near the water. it puts him on alert immediately, eyes looking around to see if it is a human — or just a syren taking a swim as well. it's just then that a tail glimmers under the lake, breaking the surface as it shines under the sunlight. the colors are utterly familiar and so unique that cas is frozen as he stands there. "no, it can't be —" he gasps out loud, haphazardly taking off what he has on to jump into the lake. when he has swum a few laps, he reaches the other syren — hands shaking as he leans forward to touch, to see his face. "is it — can it really be you?"