for the three sentence fic thingy: fwhimmy and siren au?
“Now,” says the person fWhip least wants to see right now, “how did this happen?”
“The well or the magic?” He grumbles. He wants to cross his arms but he’s kind of afraid that he’ll move and slip and scrape his entire back against the rocks.
Jimmy raises an eyebrow. The gesture’s only visible because of the candle he’s holding up. It makes his brown eyes glow, like honey in the sunlight—
fWhip’s been spending too much time with Pix.
“The well,” he says.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” fWhip replies. He pauses. “Not the curse?”
“My sister turned into a blue sea monster,” Jimmy reminds him. Okay. Okay, yeah. That’s… yeah, alright. “I’ve been kind of expecting the same thing to happen to me. I guess you make sense too, what with the salmon thing.”
He slows down for the last part of the sentence. Jimmy looks down at fWhip. fWhip stares up at him. He’s pretty sure they’re both pondering if Jimmy’s weird Codfather duty to kill all salmon extends to fWhip now as well. He hopes it doesn’t. He’s not even sure he’s a salmon on technicality.
Jimmy seems to agree, because he shrugs, “Should I be jealous?”
“Don’t be. It’s inconvenient.”
“Alright,” Jimmy tilts his head. “Can’t sirens thrall people? Are you going to thrall me?”
“If I could do that, I’d have told you to go drown already.”
“You tell me to drown every other day,” Jimmy reminds him, unaffacted. fWhip sighs. He must not be intimidating, trapped as he is on the bottom of a rather shallow well. “Your seal is very nice, by the way.”
“Thanks?” He blinks. “Are you recycling the wax?”
“Obviously,” Jimmy almost looks offended at the question. “You, Joel and Sausage are basically the source for all our sealing wax at this point.”
fWhip turns his head, just slightly, just so he can’t see Jimmy’s amusement. That’s… that’s a little embarrassing. He’ll have to tone down the threats through letter.
“Are you going to help me out or not?”
Jimmy doesn’t reply immediately, which worries him a little. He wants to believe their relationship is good enough right now that Jimmy won’t let him die at the bottom of a well. Maybe. Hopefully. It’s impossible to know, with Jimmy.
“Please,” he adds through gritted teeth. Surely an appeal to Jimmy’s pride will work. He really doesn’t want to die in this well. It’s cold.
“Alright,” Jimmy says. He sounds like he’s smiling. He sounds annoying.
fWhip tries very hard not to be impressed at how easily Jimmy lifts him up.
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