#nosealegs

[ursulakolettis]

After meeting Aquata, Ursula realized it had been a while since she saw her other niece.  Once she got out of work, she decided to stop by the Jolly Roger to see if Ariel was there.  When she saw the young girl, she walked up and tapped her shoulder.  “I don’t suppose you’re on break and can spare some time for your aunt?”

@nosealegs

[jackbeimpish]

jack & ariel

@nosealegs

She barely managed to keep herself from hissing as she was bumped into fully, instead letting a soft smile fill her face. She’d spent too much time in the cold shallows that morning, tucked carefully away under the docks as she listened. It felt like the cold had seeped into her very bones. It was the part of human living she hated, how cold the wet felt in the open air.

“I’m just going into the Prince for a drink, if you’d care to join.” She knew that it wasn’t a place anyone expected her to frequent just by looking at her. It made her all that happier to know she was the one people should fear if they tested her patience too much. Without waiting, she simply turned to step into the space with a swing of vivid hair.  

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Being solid and visible all the time was a pain, and Jack didn’t see himself getting used to it any time soon. He was constantly forgetting and bumping into people. He spent half his days chatting with the various kinds of merfolk at the docks while he was supposed to be working, and he knew Arianwen well enough for that sweet smile to send a chill right down his spine. Figuratively speaking, since a real chill wouldn't have bothered him.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the reef?" he teased, an easy smile breaking over his face as he held his hands up in surrender. If she wanted to kill him, he knew exactly where she'd hide the body. Technically, he was already dead (kind of? not clear), but still. He hummed thoughtfully as he trailed in after her. He didn't spend a lot of time inside anywhere. Too many people, not enough space, and something called a health code.

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Some of the original pissiness wore off when she saw Jack but she kept the look on her face purely to fuck with him. “Anemone jab in the wrong spot,” she hissed at him before letting a tinkling laugh out. Just for fun, she slid up to his side and shook her hair back as she looked up at him while they walked in. “Aww I must be special if you’re actually coming inside,” she teased as she made her way to the bar and pulled herself up on the wood. She had no respect for counters or the bar, especially when she knew it had the potential to annoy the pirate when he was around.

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"Ooh, ouch." He winced in sympathy, laughing when she did. Water wasn't Jack's thing unless it happened to be frozen, but he liked chatting with the merfolk and the tree spirits and the various other supernaturals. For the most part, they'd always been able to see him, belief or not. He wrapped an arm around her when she moved close, not sure what the game was but willing to play for now. Arianwen's idea of fun could be quite a bit different from his.

"You invited me." He shrugged like that was reason enough for him, tipping his head to look around the place. He'd seen inside before because he was nosy, but there had never been anything to interest him. There still wasn't, if he was being honest. He took a seat on one of the empty stools, resting his elbows on the bar. "What do you like about this place?"

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Ari was well aware that her idea of fun and Jack’s were very rarely aligned. He was genuinely fun-loving and not mean, she wondered if she would have come out anything like him in different circumstances. Likely not, but the question could remain. She cuddled into his side for a moment purely because she could. Reaching over behind the bar, she plucked up a bottle and a glass for him, pulling a sharpie from the counter to scrawl her name over the bottle. “This place?” She looked around the dive bar and shrugged. “It’s one of the only places on land I fit without having to change a damn thing about who I am, Popsicle.” She smiled at him, baring her fangs before laughing.

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Mean was sort of a relative quality, he had noticed. Kids shared his sense of fun, but the other Guardians typically didn't. If he had to choose, he'd say the people of Sallow Hills were more like the latter. Few people here seemed to share his idea of a joke, even in things that he thought of as perfectly harmless. Fortunately, Jack was well-practiced in letting criticism roll right off of him, if not taking it as outright encouragement.

He looked around with slightly more interest, but if this place looked on the outside the way she saw herself on the inside, then he didn't know her as well as he thought. "Nonsense, you're much prettier." He grinned, accepting the glass. He didn't think alcohol had any effect on him, but he wasn't sure about much in this place. He took a sip, coughing a little as it burned his throat. "Well, that's got nothing on a snow cone."

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Ari genuinely enjoyed Jack’s sense of mischief and fun. Hers was sharper, harsher, as a general rule, but on her softer days it was exactly what she liked. If those soft ays were few and far between, well, she was quite alright with that. It was everyone else’s problem, really. She found it easy to encourage him, really, and because of that didn’t attempt to bring him to her level. She laughed, the sound bright and tinkling in direct contrast to their surroundings. “That is very true,” she agreed easily, because it certainly could not be protested. She couldn’t stop the soft snicker of amusement at his first sip and shrugged. “Makes a great additive to a snow cone,” she pointed out with a grin and briefly considered getting him one of those frozen blended daquiris.

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That was pretty much all Jack asked out of any of his friends. If they could accept him for who he was without trying to change him, it was the least he could do in return, even if he didn't agree with all of Ari's methods. He didn't always agree with everything the Guardians did either, so it was a whole world of gray areas.

He raised an eyebrow, a clear display of skepticism, but there was an easy way to test the theory. He snagged another glass and conjured some snow into it, pouring the drink over it. He grimaced slightly as he took a bite, shaking his head. "I mean, everything is better with ice, but it doesn't have taste going for it." He nudged the glass toward her since she'd probably enjoy it more.

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Ari saw no reason to change him, even if he was incredibly good at times. She knew the world wasn’t made of monsters and creatures like her and Hook. Otherwise, how would they have any fun? She was scared that if she let herself get soft, she’d lose any bit of who she was that she still had. She never failed to be amused at the way he could conjure ice and snow, though she hated when she had to trudge through it on land. She took it and nibbled on the ice, her heeled boots swinging under her in delight. “That’s fair, hold on,” she mused as she munched on it further, asking for a strawberry daquiri with extra of the strawberry stuff, shooting an amused glance at Jack with a shrug. “I suppose this is where I ask you what you’ve been doing lately,” she mused as the blender whirred in the background.

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For all the time he spent lounging around working at the boat house, Jack tried to take it easy on the snow and ice conjuring anywhere near the water. He was friends with a lot of the merfolk who lived off the coast, who tended not to like it too cold, and he didn't dare interfere with the harbor since the town relied on its shipments to stay alive. It was all fun and games until people got snowed in and started eating their friends.

She looked pleased with it, so he grinned, his job accomplished. "Oh, the usual. Slacking off at work, bothering Loki, starting snowball fights. I've had to get creative with my hiding places." It was harder to start one now that he was visible all the time, but not impossible. After hundreds of years of wishing people could see him, it was disorienting and overwhelming at times now that everyone could. "How about you?"

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She appreciated that he didn’t play with the water, leaving it for the creatures that actually lived in it. There was something about the cooler, darker waters that would always have her heart, but too cold was simply not an option. Other merfolk, she knew, liked it warmer when they could safely have it. It was too picturesque for her. The constant ice mixed with the burn of the alcohol was just right to her, so she was fine to munch away on the makeshift adult snow cone. “Loki’s easy to bother,” she snorted, always watching the pair out of sheer curiosity. They were a strangely matched set of mischief makers, even if one fell darker than the other. “There are some good spots for more, if you haven’t found them,” she mused. She’d had to learn the best spots to hide among people in town. As the bartender set the daquiri in front of him, she shrugged in answer to his question. “Working. Torturing Hook. The usual.”

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"Are they?" There was real curiosity in the question. Jack had never found Loki particularly easy to ruffle. Even if you managed it, they rarely let on. He considered them a genuine friend and a kindred spirit, but he understood that people disliked them for a lot of the same reasons they disliked Jack. He knew they had a dark side, but a part of him felt like that was because other people kept casting Loki in that role. Left to their own devices here in Sallow Hills, for example, they'd never done a single thing to hurt someone that he'd seen. (They also both agreed that if everyone liked you, you were doing something wrong.)

"Show you mine, if you show me yours," he chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows. It was completely innocent coming from Jack, regardless of how he made it sound. He had no doubt Ari had some good hiding places. He couldn't always find her when he wanted to, and that was saying a lot, but then, he'd only been searching above the water. "Is he easy to torture?" He spun around idly on the bar stool like a five-year-old, pausing only when the bartender set a violently red drink in front of them. He thought it was fair to be skeptical at this point, but he picked it up and took a drink. "Hey, it's kinda like ice cream."

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“Well yes, but they also move on boringly quick,” she chuckled with a shake of her head. It didn’t matter whether they simply corralled their responses or it genuinely didn’t continue to bother them, either way, it was boring. “Though, I have to admit, it’s funny watching them and Rhiannon. We have our own message thread to warn each other when she’s being particularly tetchy.” She really didn’t have a problem with the trickster, normally liked them more than not. “Oh Jack, it’s not nice to tease a girl,” she snickered, knowing full well that he didn’t mean it the same way she would have in his situation. It was disgustingly innocent but she couldn’t help but smile at him. Her smile now was slow and dark, a little dangerous, but that matched the tone of her relationship with the pirate. “If you know how to do it, and I’ve been at it for years,” she laughed with a roll of her shoulder. “I thought you might say that, enjoy.” She kept on munching on her adult snow cone with a grin.

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"Huh. We experience them very differently," he chuckled, shaking his head. Jack knew from past experience that Loki was different with him than they were with most people, but it was interesting to hear it laid out so plainly for him from another perspective. "We've never met, but I've heard all about her." His grin was full of mischief. He'd avoided the shop when Rhiannon was there up until now, but he'd probably find a way to introduce himself eventually.

"Of course it's not. That's why it's fun." Jack used to hold the record on the naughty list, but he didn't know if that held true since becoming a Guardian--or getting stuck in a place with a limited capacity for mischief. "Aww, that's cute." Their relationship was as strange to Jack as his with Loki probably was to her. Hook and Ari were mostly awful to each other, but there was a streak of loyalty there that went deep. He wouldn't want to get between them.

--

“Everyone experiences everyone differently, Jack.” Ari was no different from person to person as a general rule, but no two people received her the same way, she knew. What Hook enjoyed about her, most others detested. “Oh, I’m sure you have. The highlight of Loki’s day is often when they cause her temper to spike. Or they get to torment Armes. Either one is a win for them,  think.” Her relations with Rhiannon were far different. “I like you when you’re naughty,” she smirked easily, but that could be said about her with so many people. She tipped her head with a wrinkle of her nose, knowing that her relationship with Hook was far from what anyone would call cute. It wasn’t for anyone but them to understand. “I’m the only entertainment he has some days.”

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"It's been a while since I experienced more than, like, five people," he admitted with a chuckle. It had been a pretty isolated existence until he got to Sallow Hills. It was still strange for him, interacting with so many people on a daily basis. It helped that he could retreat to the woods when he needed to, and Loki's gift helped even more. "And for you?" He grinned, knowing the siren thrived on discord at least as much as the god of mischief.

"I suppose everyone has different definition of it?" he laughed, spinning idly around on the chair again. Jack's version of naughty was PG-13 at most. He hummed thoughtfully, stilling on the chair as his gaze fell on the surly bartender. "I don't think entertainment is really what he's missing." He couldn't begin to guess what the pirate lacked, but he knew it wasn't that. This town was plenty entertaining if you wanted it to be, and he knew Hook and Ari enjoyed watching everyone's drama from a distance.

[darkandsinister-man]

hook & ariel

@nosealegs

tw: death, violence, body horror, blood, injury, grief, alcoholism

Hook couldn’t resist the ocean no mattered how many times it tried to kill him. He wasn’t feeling the urge to almost drown himself trying to escape the barrier (yes, he had tried it; yes, there had been drinking involved; no, he hadn’t learned anything from the experience) and was instead broodily watching the sun trying to make its way through the haze of clouds and imagining the sails of ships.

Being landlocked for any length of time was detrimental to his overall health, and he had an anniversary to celebrate. Four fuckin’ years. He missed pirating like missing a limb, and he knew what he was talking about. He scowled when a shadow fell over him, which was only two ticks off from his usual expression. “You’re blockin’ the view,” he growled. He didn’t actually care that much, but he had a bad-tempered reputation to uphold.

--

“Grumble at someone else,” she hissed as she flopped herself into his lap, a bottle of rum in her hand. “Or I won’t share.” Pointedly, she took a long pull straight from the bottle, her eyes locked out on the water. It was a special sort of torture, to be able to go into the water, and still be trapped, still be locked in to damned hell when the ocean should have been open to her.

Four years. It had been an interesting set of time, to say the least. She’d finally been allowed to walk on land like the rest of her people, but she couldn’t help but feel she’d lost too much in the process. Clean up was fun, she never minded dragging it to the bottom of the ocean floor. But it could only bolster her mood so much. “Besides, I am the view.”

--

He bared his teeth a little in reply, but the expression wasn’t nearly as sinister as Ari’s. Her fangs were useful that way. He couldn’t say he was particularly surprised to see her today of all days. They’d washed up and started this torture together, after all, although the real hurts had come long before Sallow Hills for both of them.

He curled the arm with the hook loosely around her waist because she knew how to stay clear of it, and reached for the bottle with his good hand. “That you are, love. Happy bloody anniversary.” He took a long drink, savoring the burn in the back of his throat, and handed it back. In between trying to kill each other and inexplicably being unable to go through with it, he’d never expected that the siren who had drowned half his crew would be the person who understood him best in this hellhole. It hurt her just as much to be landlocked.

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There was no one else she particularly felt up to putting up with today. It was one of the few days a year where she didn’t have much patience at all. He had been part of her hell in this life and the one prior, she had the scars to prove it. She settled back against him, uncaring of the cold metal against her. It was nothing she hadn’t felt multiple times over the years.

“Happy fucking anniversary,” she grumbled, tipping her head back onto his shoulder. When she got the bottle back, she took another long pull from it and enjoyed every bit of the burn. There was a history of attempted murder between them and these days she couldn’t help but be a little glad that neither of them ever actually finished it. “Damn hellhole,” she hissed, Rhiannon’s angry words ringing in her ears.

--

They’d both left their marks on each other, visible and otherwise. His leg still twinged occasionally, but it was usually the least of his body’s complaints after a century of violence. Neverland might have stopped him from physically aging, but there were days he thought he could feel every single one of those years catching up to him. He didn’t fancy growing old for real in bleeding Wales of all places.

“Aye,” he agreed softly. Hook went back and forth on whether he was glad Arianwen hadn’t killed him. If she’d let him die the way he was supposed to, he wouldn’t be trapped here, but it was an argument he’d given up years ago. It was done and over with, and since he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, not once but twice, he might as well live with her in this uneasy peace they’d established.

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Arianwen certainly had no wish to live out the rest of her days in Wales either. There were days she wished he had left her strapped to that mast to go down with him and his ship. Sure, she wouldn’t have drowned, but there were other ways for her to die. She still had shreds in her tail where it. had never properly healed, and that wasn’t touching the various scars that lingered even on her human skin.

She tipped her head to scrape her fangs along his jaw before she pouted. “How many more years do you think we’ll have to suffer?” She asked the same question every year, every year it was more snarly. There was no longer any real hope of leaving, so she took what pleasure she could find in this dual life of hers.

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There were days he wished that too. Then they’d both be dead and out of their misery. But since he was alive–and since he couldn’t have the death of his choice–he was selfishly glad to have a partner in suffering. Neither of them were running for sainthood. They probably deserved everything that they got.

Every year, she asked that question, and he answered it differently each time. Since he didn’t actually know the answer, it was easy to do. He nosed gently against her hair. “If we’re being punished and poetic? One for every life we took.” Hook wasn’t sure he believed in an afterlife, but this certainly resembled a kind of purgatory for both of them. If anything, he got less angry and more melancholy as the years passed. He couldn’t sustain a rage when there was nothing to fight against. He considered it another kind of death.

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She could never claim that she didn’t earn every moment in Sallow Hills. Her hands were far from clean and she had long been a fan of turning seawater red. She didn’t think she would stop askiing the question at least for a few more years. If nothing else, it might spur her pirate back into anger instead of whatever melancholy was taking over.

Grumbling, she turned on his lap to straddle it properly within his hold. “Then I’m dying here,” she shrugged as though it didn’t matter before chugging from the bottle in long pulls that burned brilliantly. The only thing keeping her from fading away from that ever burning fire was her deal with the Unseelie and her continuing prodding at him.

--

Hook didn’t mind the questions. There was a bit of a philosopher in him, truth be told, buried under all the liquor and bitterness. He hadn’t always been a pirate, after all, at least not on the outside. In his heart, it had always been black sails, mercurial oceans, and endless horizons though. He wouldn’t even know who he was without that.

His flesh hand settled at her waist when she turned, and he gave her a sharp grin. “In this version of the story, we already died here.” He didn’t really believe in an afterlife, but he also knew that, unless it was a pixie, the universe didn’t give a fuck what he believed in. He didn’t believe in Neverland before he stumbled onto it either. He snagged the bottle and took another long drink before she could finish it off without him.

--

The damned pirate was always a study and even after all this time she couldn’t help but be fascinated from time to time. Once, he could have been more than what he was, but she liked the way he’d turned out. A posh, brilliant philosopher would bore her to tears and get fangs in their throat before she purposely let them feel the drowning. But a pirate as brooding and prickly as the seas herself? Well, it wasn’t hard to see why she’d decided to continue to put up with him… mostly.

She liked that grin on his face, not as sharp as hers, but not bad for a human. “Very true. Being trapped here is just a cruel trick before the inevitable. Damn torture wall,” she hissed out the last words. She watched him tip the bottle back and pushed it with a finger to tip it a little further back in encouragement she knew he didn’t need.

--

For all the philosopher in him, Hook wasn’t one for introspection, and he could hardly fathom the dysfunctional bond that had somehow formed between himself and the siren. He’d had every intention of letting her die a slow, painful death once, and pretty much nothing had worked out for him the way he’d intended ever since. They were both fairly awful people. That was one of his favorite things about her.

“Who knows? If we died again, maybe we’d end up someplace worse.” He gave a soft, dark chuckle. Hook was willing to go down with his ship or perhaps in a fight, but otherwise, he’d lived too long to give up on life that easily. He let her tip the bottle further, never needing encouragement to drink more. It was that kind of day. He liked that about her too.

--

There had been every intention of death to the other on both sides at the start of whatever the hell this was. Dysfunctional and about the only solid thing in their world beyond the Prince, no one would ever understand it. He was vicious when he chose to be, and downright awful most of the time. She rather liked keeping him around for it.

“Worse than this? Impossible…. wait, no, that’s a lie,” she mused darkly, “It could be a literal desert.” She shuddered at the idea of no water whatsoever. She wasn’t willing to go out in anything but a fight, and she’d take people with her on the way. She watched his throat work as the bottle tipped further and let out a hum of approval. Pulling her bag open, she tugged out another bottle and set it in the sand next to them and tipped her head to nip sharply, just once, at the line of his throat. She could have asked nicely for the bottle back, but that was boring.

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Hook didn’t even understand it, and he was one of the involved parties. Somehow, Ari had become one of his people though, and he didn’t have many of those in Sallow Hills. Violence might be one of their languages, but he was ferociously protective of them. Not that Ari ever needed it. She was ferocious all on her own. It was one of her better qualities.

“There ya go. Hellfire. Torture. Daytime television,” he chuckled. He’d been raised to believe in that sort of thing. He couldn’t conclusively say it wasn’t true, but he didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it either way.

He hissed softly at the sting of teeth, not necessarily in pain. “Unless you’re try'n to start something with me, you’re gonna watch where you’re puttin’ those teeth,” he drawled, offering the almost-empty bottle back for her to finish off. He liked sleeping with her, and he liked fighting with her, and the two were practically interchangeable for them.

--

The unspoken rule was pretty well known that to fuck with Hook was to fuck with Ari and vice versa, or at least have the other threateningly nearby. She liked that they were nearly equally vicious. It was one of their bonding traits, really.

She immediately pulled a face at the mention of daytime television. “If I am ever subjected to a soap opera again, I will just have to end it. Right there. Those things are painful.” She liked living on her own terms, and one of those was no damn daytime television.

That hiss was one of her favorite sounds out of him, which made sense as this was one of her favorite ways to get under his skin. “Why wouldn’t I start something today?” It was notoriously one of her preferred ways to make the day tolerable and she liked the distracting ache for the day and usually the next. Taking the bottle back, she tipped it back to finish it.

--

People confused them for a dysfunctional couple sometimes, and Hook didn’t usually bother to set them straight on it. People would think what they wanted, and denial would only make them look more guilty. It was true in a sense, but neither of them were made for monogamy. Too boring, and required more commitment than either of them were probably capable of. He’d taken her freedom from her once and didn’t imagine he’d have cause to try it again, in any way.

“Who needs strangers’ drama when there’s a town group chat.” Sometimes they just watched it together and made fun of the people in it, and sometimes it was a drinking game for every time someone said something pathetic. Truly, even his tolerance wasn’t that high.

“In that case, happy to help.” Even at his surliest, he’d have to be crazy to turn her down, and he never had. He got it when it came to today in particular though. Oblivion was often preferable to both of them than facing the reality of this place. With one finger, he gently pushed the bottle up in the same encouragement she’d given him.

--

There was no point in setting people straight on their relationship. It didn’t fit anything anyone else would understand anyway. Theirs was the closest thing she’d do to a relationship, but they both enjoyed doing as they pleased far too much to stick only to each other. He’d strapped her to a mast to dry out and she’d saved him from the death he’d wanted. That had been enough taking from one another in that way.

“That chat is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen, and that is saying something,’ she mused. The days it became a drinking game had always ended up drunk painfully quickly, not that they minded. If it helped expand their tolerance, well, at least they got some entertainment out of it too.

She had known that would be his reaction and had banked on it. She liked him best when he was surly and still came to her anyway. Tipping the bottle and her head further back with that push, she chugged down the last of the bottle. Setting the empty one in the sand, she looked at him as the burn settled into her chest. “Are we finishing that bottle out here or inside?”

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“Strange world we’ve washed up in.” The comment was more thoughtful than brooding. It was more like the world he’d left than Neverland, given a couple hundred years. The technology hadn’t been at all familiar to him, and he didn’t have a lot of patience for cell phones–or, for that matter, anyone he’d want to talk to on one. He and Ari had their own ways of getting in contact when they wanted to. Phones didn’t do so well at the bottom of the ocean.

The captain and surly went hand in hook. He didn’t have a lot of other moods, but they didn’t like each other because they were Suzy Sunshine. He watched the long line of her throat while she swallowed down the last of the bottle, knowing her tolerance well enough to know it would barely get her started.

He considered the question, but if they started something here, there was no guarantee they’d want to move it inside later on, and he was just about done staring at the ocean. No sense in dwelling on what he couldn’t have when something he could had settled right in his lap. He wrapped his good arm around her waist and stood, her slight weight not making much of a difference. “Inside.”

[darkandsinister-man]

🍿(Ariel)

[grapeseeker]

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[neverletyoufall]

Cor/Ariel

@nosealegs

Who cooks normally?: Both. It started with Cor wanting to get better at cooking and ended up being another way to spend time together. The failures are almost as much fun as the successes.

How often do they fight?: They might playfully sass each other, but they don't seriously fight.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?:They might text each other on their breaks, but both prefer face to face conversations.

Who steals the covers at night?:Don't let the innocent adorableness fool you. Ariel is a little thief.

Who remembers things?:They both remember good things and let the not-so-good ones go.

Who cusses more?: They make up their own silly swear words for fun, like "I pixed it all." and "Don't be such a dinglehopper."

Who takes longer showers?: Ariel, of course. Mermaids love the water.

What’s their favorite place to go together?:They both love adventures and the outdoors, so really anywhere will do. Ariel loves the beach, and Cor loves walking in the woods, so they do both often.

Who’s more likely to burn dinner?: It's usually a group effort, but dessert-for-dinner at Tiana's is a reliable standby.

Who falls asleep on the couch?: They fall asleep there together. Despite Cor being quite a bit taller, they fit together almost perfectly.

Who sings in the shower?: Both. Cor never realized how much he liked singing until he heard Ariel singing all the time, and now it's like living in a lowkey musical.

Who plans date night?: They take turns. Sometimes it's planned, and sometimes they just see where they end up.

Who wakes up first?: Cor is usually up with the sun. If he doesn't have to work, this can lead to elaborate breakfasts. They're surprisingly easier than a lot of dinner foods.

Who drinks all of the coffee?: Ariel. Cor doesn't care for coffee, but he knows exactly how she likes hers.

Who starts getting into holidays way before they should?: Ariel loves human traditions, and Cor loves her, so the holidays start weeks in advance and include new traditions all the time. They're both creative, so they like making their own snacks/decorations and trying out Pinterest DIYs.

Who initiates the couple selfies?:Ariel does, since Cor's phone is a dinosaur. They've maybe accidentally dropped a couple in the water trying to take beach selfies.

Who forgets the birthdays and anniversaries?:Nobody. They rarely pass up an opportunity to make things special for each other.

[neverletyoufall]

Text | Ariel & Cor

C: I wasn't expecting to be so cheered tonight. Thank you again for a lovely evening.