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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 13 preview:

What subjects would he paint?

His family? For sure.

Luca? Definitely. With those beautiful scales and eyes that shone like stars, he would be a fool to not think of him.

What would Luca think of these paintings? All of these sculptures?

Would he understand the story being told?

The golden halos, the swords, the angelic figures that spiraled around in Tintoretto’s Paradise.

Would he have ever heard of heaven?

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ITS JUST A SAD SCENE NYUN IT HAS TO HAPPEN ITS FOR THE PLOT

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 11 preview:

“Aw, ‘Berto,” Luca cooed as he leaned against the boat, his elbow propped up on the trim as he made Alberto’s life a living hell in one fell swoop. Why was he so damn cute? And how did his name sound so good coming from him? “You scared of a few fish ghosts?”

Alberto huffed, leaning against Luca dramatically— enough that he managed to get the boy to struggle as he laughed under his weight. “Maybe I am scared, what of it?” he said. “Do you know how many fish ghosts I’ve accumulated as a fisherman? I’m probably being followed by enough of them to make an ocean.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 2:

It was the burning in Alberto’s lungs that wrenched him from the unusual calm he felt. Then the sharp, sudden pain that shot up his leg as it had been pinned by the anchor. He tried to lift it off himself, but the pain and the ache in his chest from the lack of oxygen kept him from doing anything for himself. Alberto struggled as much as he could, but his vision became blurry and prickled at the edges fast, the effort to hold his breath becoming too much to exhort the amount of force he needed.

His entire life flashed before his stinging eyes, and the shame that ate up his heart upon seeing the same anchor he had bought with his father becoming the object of his demise filled him with unspeakable regret.

 

Alberto would die here. And for what?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Preview:

“There was some… thing,” they said. “At the side of the boat.”

They parted like waves at shore, allowing him to look over the side of the ship for just a moment before they crowded him like a group of fish. From this angle, however, he could see a strange clump of seaweed stuck to the hull with an odd residue; sticky, slimy, not normal.

Alberto blinked, unsure of what it could be. But an itch at his skin and nose— a scent an odd mix of salt and sweet juice from fruit that had long over ripened— told him… something. Just what it was, he didn’t know, though. He wasn’t sure if it had been the human influence, the lack of sea monster guidance, or perhaps this was even just one of those things he felt from time to time that could just never be explained.

And this time, the feeling sent him over the edge of the cargo ship, diving deep into the dark waters even as the crew screamed from above.They would be fine.

Probably.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 3 preview:

A flurry of blue and green scales rushed up Luca’s legs, the droplets that splashed against his face revealing blue just underneath the freckled skin.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“I— no,” Alberto stammered, his heart rattling within his chest like a wild animal. Scales. He had—. “No. I’m— I’m fine for the most part.”

“I could help if you need it,” Luca told him, gently bringing his hand— speckled with blue— to Alberto’s. “I’m pretty strong, you know?”

Scales.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 12 preview:

“What if,” Alberto started, grabbing his thermos from his lunch pail. “I shared some of this?” Luca peered up then, eyes watching him curiously.

“What is it?”

“It’s something I know, you’ll like,” Alberto said. “Remember chocolate?”

At that, Luca perked up. He very obviously did, if the excited smile plastered across his face was anything to go by.

“Well this is called hot chocolate, and it’s very tasty and very warm. But I only share it with people who share their blankets.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 10 preview:

“Ah, that’s probably just Bruno talking,” Alberto said, chuckling when Luca cocked his head to the side.

 

“I don’t know a ‘Bruno’,” Luca said.

“Oh, everyone has a Bruno,” Alberto told him. “It’s that little voice in your head that tells you you’re not good enough. Don’t do this, or don’t do that. But he’s a liar.”

Luca blinked, eyes boring into Alberto’s as he drummed his fingers along the boat’s edge.

 

“Do you have one?”

 

“Sometimes.”