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Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

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#once a month it's like #surprise bitch

To you? Never.

Aw nice! Then I guess you missed the part where I told you Melanie and I eloped?

What did you say? Sorry! I wasn’t listening.

Are you ever listening?

Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

#WELL IT'S BEEN ABOUT 1 MILLION DAYS

Lightning In A Bottle || Shackson

Shelby nodded. “Well—” She dragged out. Shelby wasn’t sure what she’d been feeling lately. For a while, she felt lost, but then again, that sort of feeling managed to snake up on her often. Only when she was manically happy did the darkness creep in on her, keeping her check. Reminding her that demons don’t get happy endings. “Yeah,” She said, nodding silently as she dropped herself onto the piano bench beside him. “Sure,” Shelby said, the ghost of a smile beginning to slip across her face as they began to play.

Jackson waited for her to continue, but she didn't, and he figured that maybe she just didn't want to talk. They would do that sometimes--begin a thought then decide that they didn't know what to say. Ever since they were children, he and Shelby had had an unspoken agreement that they didn't need to push the other one to talk if they didn't want to. Beginning, of course, with Shelby's mother leaving and Jackson's father dying. They played, slipping into an easy familiarity of music and when they finished, it felt like no time had passed at all. "How have you been lately though, Shelby?" He asked. "How's Blake?" Jackson asked. He liked Blake well enough from what he knew of him, but he was still entirely confused on how Shelby had fallen in love with Hook's son.

Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

“When we’re together, you still don’t wear clothes,” she teased, “Not that I’m complaining.” Mel giggled against his lips as he held her closer, her body completely pressed against his. She laughed freely as he described the picture of them ice skating. She could see it all so perfect, especially Jackson continually falling. “Oh sweetheart, now that picture is just precious! Haha we should go! It’ll be so fun!!” she exclaimed through her uninterrupted laughter. The sound subsided as he kissed her jaw, a sweet, serene smile spreading across her face as her body fit perfectly against his. She grinned as he removed her shirt, laying nearly naked underneath the sheets and pressed against him. “You’re beautiful,” she genuinely replied in a hum as her hands explore his skin, and her lips inched towards his.

#i figured since they were nakey it was time for read more

Lightning In A Bottle || Shackson

"No!" Shelby exclaimed in a whine. She was sure that there would never come a in time which she’d be excited for snowfall. It was too cold for her warm-weather taste. "Agh!" She exclaimed as Jackson ruffled her hair. She sat up hesitantly, finding herself feeling a little nervous about hat Jackson thought. She’d never tell him, but what he thought about her music meant a lot to her. What he thought about most things meant a lot to her. “Yeah?” She asked with a subdued smile. “I don’t know,” Shelby shrugged, standing herself up slowly and sliding her way onto the piano bench next to Jackson. “I was feeling a mix of things, and that translates best in a duet. You can put a lot of call-and-response and opposition in, you know?”

#my BABIES #self #melanie #personal thoughts

"That's what I thought. It's miserable outside." He nodded, knowing that Shelby understood his sentiment. The first year they spent in the winter on land was shocking, confusing, and something they definitely do not look forward to every year. Jackson played a little more of the piece, idly puttering along the piano while he spoke. "Definitely, it actually sounds kind of happy." He decided. Jackson smiled softly at her. "Or content at least," He sighed, "which is nice to hear." Jackson was always worried about Shelby, in some way shape or form. He couldn't help it. He cared so much about her, and her well-being, so naturally she gave him a run for his money. Whenever she was happy, it felt like the planets were aligning or some other sort of anomaly was occurring. "Yeah, of course." He said, turning the pages to the beginning. Jackson looked at her with raised brows. "Let's play?" He said, getting his hands into position.

Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

“We try,” she shrugged, a small grin across her lips. “We don’t look nearly as cute as our boyfriends, though,” Mel smirked and leaned in to kiss in once more. She knew she would never be satisfied with the amount the kissed or touch. She would always want more. Though it was comforting to think she had all the time in the world to be satisfied. “That’s why you bundle up, silly! We’re not in the ocean anymore, and you’ll just be cold if you don’t adapt,” Mel teased him, gently poking his stomach as she giggled with him. “Ah! See you have to skate with an expert until you get the hang of it. Lucky for you, you know someone who’s quite skilled on the ice…” She trailed off as he pulled her in closer, humming as his hands found the skin below his shirt. She kissed him deeply, holding herself impossibly close as her lips moved pliantly against his own. “Mmm, do you think we could keep ourselves entertained, just staying in bed all day?” Mel teased against his lips as she continued to kiss him, already rolling her hips gently into his own.

Jackson chuckled, quirking an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He smiled into her kiss. He shook his head as she talked about the cold weather and what to do. "It's just so much work, though. In the warmth it's like no big deal. Underwater we don't wear clothes like, ever. So there's that." Jackson said with a laugh. "I bet you look so graceful ice skating. You can watch me fall on my ass, and when I can't feel it anymore I'll just watch you skate until I freeze to death." He said. Jackson pressed himself as close to Melanie as physics allowed, their bodies fitting together so perfectly that it made him sad for all of the time they spent not being together. "Oh, I think so." He smirked, kissing her jaw and gripping Mel's shirt. He pulled back for a moment to lift it over her head, leaving her bare beneath the blankets. "So beautiful." He murmured, kissing the sensitive bit of skin behind her ear.

Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

“I’m very, very good,” she smiled against his lips. Ever since he came back she had been in complete bliss, consumed with joy in living in the comfort of his arms. She moved to face him, smiling as she could actually look at him. Her cheeks blushed a soft pink as he brushed her hair from her face. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. She never wanted to be looked at by anyone else. “I think you need more experience in the snow! It can be quite fun, you know. I remember when I was a kid and me and my siblings would make snow forts and have snowball fights, and we’d make snowmen, and snow angels - it was the best!” she exclaimed, beaming at the memory. She flattened her hands against his chest, pecking his lips playfully. “But I wouldn’t mind staying in bed all day,” she smirked, pressing her nose next to his. “I could stay here with you all day, merman.” Melanie nuzzled her face against his own, somehow feeling so far away from him, even pressed right against him.

"You Amors are so cute." Jackson chuckled, a low rumbled in his throat. He thought of his own family--the dozens of cousins he was always pressured to keep an eye on--and their time spent in reefs and the ocean floor. Jackson liked that he and Melanie came from such different places, it made her so much more of a wonder to him, as if she weren't already. "It's so cold, though. I was in the warmest waters, you know. And I mean, there really wasn't a temperature change below sea level." He laughed. "Last year Shelby and I tried ice skating and it was pitiful. We couldn't keep ourselves upright for more than three seconds. And falling on hard ice hurt. I haven't really tried many other winter activities." Jackson said. He kissed her slowly on her lips once more. "We could, yeah." He agreed, pressing their lips together once more as his hand slid beneath the t-shirt she was wearing so his fingers could feel the smooth skin across her stomach.

Lightning In A Bottle || Shackson

Shelby’s attention followed Jackson as he walked into the room and followed him to the piano. She gave him a lazy, sleep-laced smile. “The tile is nice and cool. It’s warm in here,” Shelby said, giving a small, content sigh. She supposed later, when she was coming down and her bones felt like ice, that she’d regret it. But for now, it was great. Swiftly, Shelby sat herself up and grinned at Jackson. “Take a look,” She bit her lip and leaned her head toward the book of music resting on the piano. “See what you think.”

#THIS SONG IS SO HARDCORE JACKSON TO MEL #SIGHS #music

"Go outside, the frozen water is coming from the sky again." Jackson laughed, unwinding the scarf that Melanie had made him buy from his neck and shucking off his jacket. He reached out a hand to ruffle Shelby's vibrant hair, strands falling over her face and shoulders, no doubt tangling. "Sure thing." He said with a simper on his face. Jackson turning to the music with penciled in notes, and he plucked out the second part of the duet. "Ooh, I love that." Jackson muttered, his head wrapped up in the notes as he repeated a particularly lovely string of notes. "What was the inspiration for a duet?" He asked her.

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"But, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are…”

Lightning In A Bottle || Shackson

Shelby was sat at the piano, a dry mix of powder and potential, drugs and dreams, intoxication and inspiration. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been awake, but she knew that the music in front of her was surely some of her best work of all time. Shelby cracked the stiff bones in her neck and sighed with satisfaction before reaching for her phone and sending Jackson a text. Just finished a composition, come get the first listen! I’m sure you know where I am.

Shelby cleaned herself up, getting her papers all together and in proper order, before sitting down on the cold tile. Slowly, her sitting turned laying down and Shelby was suddenly sprawled out across the floor, the cold tiles oddly soothing on her warm skin. When she heard Jackson come in, she grinned widely, leaning her head back on the tile and seeing him upside down. “Hey butthead.”

Jackson was in a coffee shop, sitting with his book and a coffee, staring at the snow falling down instead of actually reading the pages. It's been years, but he was still fascinated by the stuff. It was strange to see frozen water from the sky. The only frozen water he'd ever seen before coming on land long-term was in the form of huge glaciers from trips to the Arctic ocean with the royal family. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he smiled at the message from Shelby. Every time she worked on her music, he was guilty of feeling a little surge of hope that she was getting better.

He made he way out into the awful weather, pushing against the wind, which was nothing compared to currents in the ocean that he faced before this. When he finally made it to Shelby, she was lying on the cold floor. "Hey yourself blobfish." He sat down on the piano bench and cocked an eyebrow. "Having a nice time down there?"

Your Soul Could Never Grow Old, It's Evergreen || Mackson

Melanie didn’t even want to think of getting up. After hours of rest, one would think she’d be energized and ready to leave the comfort of the mattress. But dressed in Jackson’s tshirt, and pressed to his warm side, she couldn’t imagine anywhere that was better. She willed herself to sleep for as long as possible, but she soon began to stir and whimper at the morning light. When she finally opened her eyes though, she was over joyed to see Jackson beaming down at her. “Morning, sweetheart,” she greeted back, moving to press his lips against her own. “How did you sleep, love?” she asked, a smile on her face though her voice was still heavy with a post-woken grogginess.