"You can leave if you want. I’ll remember you."
Fillan’s face was blank, his eyes still dark, but he slowly shook his head. “I have no certain place to go to if I leave… What if I just stay?”

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"You can leave if you want. I’ll remember you."
Fillan’s face was blank, his eyes still dark, but he slowly shook his head. “I have no certain place to go to if I leave… What if I just stay?”
"Just try not to die, okay?"
The boy held desperately onto the barrel bopping up and down in the water and what was the only thing Fillan could reach as a saving spot at the moment. He blinked havily against the thick, watered strains of wet hair hanging into his eyes as he tried to spot the mermaid’s fin in the dark, deep water around him. "Come back —"
"Please don’t leave me!"
Fillan was all pale over his face, still trying to get some distance between him and the seadweller. “No! —You! You and your kind are false!”, he barked, shaking his head as memories of the other boy’s sharp teeth aroused in his mind. Teeth of a siren, not a merman or -maid, but how could he tell? They looked almost the same to him. He thought all of them to be that evil spirited, and her kindness, her sweet words to be nothing but another spell, as the one the dark haired sea man used to pull him down, to drag him underwater, to try to kill him?!No, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to have this happen to him another time.
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riptide || Finch
Fillan was grateful for the coolness of the water, small waves lapping at his hips as he waded around in the shallows, a crude spear clutched in his hands as he eyed the large school of fish nearby, slowly working his way closer to try and catch one.
Normally he was unwilling to follow them into the deeper water, despite how hungry he was - he'd learned many things while on this island, such as how to treat his sunburn with the sap of a spiky, bizzare-looking plant, and how to efficiently crack open coconuts and oysters, but not how to swim.
However, after being stuck in his small shelter for four days because of a tropical storm, his growling belly was louder than the voice of caution telling him to be wary the further away he got from the beach. He was so intent on catching the fish, that by the time he realised he'd gone out too far, he was already caught in a strong current, being pulled past the drop off where the darker water began.
Letting out a panicked yelp, Fillan dropped his spear as he went under, flailing uselessly in the water until he bounced back up, gasping in a breath of air before he sank again. Even if he could swim, and hadn't been so weak from hunger, he wouldn't have been a match for the current.
His hand bumped against something close to the surface, and without thinking he grabbed for it, coughing when he emerged from the water again, spluttering and frantically clinging to the long wooden plank, no doubt tossed about by the storm. It was just buoyant enough to keep his head above the surface before dipping under again every few seconds. His bare feet and legs began to tingle, and he was almost afraid to look down into the water, fearing a shark or some other terrifying beast would swim up to him and bite him in half. As it was, Fillan was hard-pressed to stay afloat, still slipping below the waves briefly every now and then, despairing at his situation, trying inexpertly to maneuver himself out of the grip of the deadly current to try and make his way back to shore, worried that every time he went under he might not come back up again.
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*~!! -- Fireworks were always his favorite part of being so close to shore, and the darkness kept him out of sight from wanderers that sat themselves on the beach. A sigh came from him. It was peaceful, serene, like it always was when they exploded in the sky, making him forget everything. Sometimes he wished he could walk on that sand, like he could adventure in the world that was the 'human world' But he knew that would never come true. Eventually, he forgot he was in the line of sigh and rose higher on the rock he was leaning on, getting so indulged in the sight, that he didn't notice the presence approaching.
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"Now what are you, I wonder?" Faldron hummed, more to himself, all curiosity and interest, like the not-woman he'd spotted was an unusual and fascinating subject of sorts. His trip near the sea had become more interesting, hand't it? "Girl," he said at last. "Got a name, do you?"
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"Hello Lass, haven't seen you here before."