‘Twas the night before forenoon, throughout all the manor there wasn’t a stir, his seventh night without being in the sea had made the mermen a bit seasick. So, with the blanketing of velvet-silk curtain the sky above, a simple window looming over the back of the manor where the pool resides and his silhouette that had been pacing back and forth between the curtains, the need to be submerged in a water was overwhelming and kept him from his sleep. Until he could take it no longer, bare feet lightly slapped against the hardwood floorboards, heading for the back of the house which didn’t take him long in the slightest, the only thing on his mind was to be outside in that salt pool for a moment’s of peace.
Truly being one of the longest weeks, he’s ever experienced in his life, the humans are rather draining creatures and well the rest of the species seem to mirror them so much it did his head in. Leaving the backyard lights off to not disturbed the stars reflected on the surface of the water, he stopped to marvel at the water through the glass panel from this angle he couldn’t see the sky but he knew it was reflecting on the mirror surface of the water and not wasting another moment within the walls, he ventured out into the night atmosphere hit with the brisk cold air but it didn’t deter him, no it made him calm as he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth.
And only a few feet forwards, he plugged into the icy depths of the water, the dive near perfect form - however, his legs slightly lagged. The splash spitting over the cobblestone pool decking, by the time the drops had finished raining downwards the blonde had made to the other side of the pool. Only to the ridge of his nose was emerged from the water, blinking the droplets of water from his eyes whilst he scanned over the immediate area, humming an old sea chantey outwardly rippling the waters surface around him. Falling into a trance of his own creation, not knowing how long he had been in this state but it was long enough to be startled by a silhouette mirroring over the night sky reflected in the midst of the pool behind him. “Holy Neptune!” Was spoken in startled manner under the water which came out as nothing more then muffles of words underwater. Popping his head out of the water, turning to look at the other through his wet blonde hair, using his legs to keep his head afloat. “You materialised like the fog vaporising in the sunlight in the forenoon, don’t you?” He chuckled lightly to rid him from the suddenness of it all.
Death and darkness were normally categories associated with vampires. They felt a connection to the cemetery like no other. Macario, being a witch, was surprised he had the same pull. With the gift of necromancy came his connection to death. With the ability to manipulate the shadows around him came the connection to darkness. A strange mix that he didn’t know where it came from since he had yet to meet his biological mother. Needing answers, or at least to lose himself in his thoughts once more, the witch went by the water. The shadows wrapped around him like a protective barrier, slipping and sliding until he was covered by darkness.
A small animal carcass rested in between long fingers. Macario couldn’t see in the dark, but he could sense death. He wanted to see if he can bring the body of a bird back from the other side with his sense alone. Magic was within, it coursed through nature, it breathed in life. While he was on the other side of that, he still had that same connection. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. With it, he began to absorb the elements of the bones that kept them dormant, that took their life away. When he let out his next breath, he released life down into his hands and closed his eyes.
The sound of splashing caught the witch off guard and his focus was cracked. Like a mirror that had just been shattered, the shadows began to tear apart from his body and left him there in his grey sweatpants. By the time he was completely alone, no shadows wrapping around him, he was standing next to the pool. Moby’s song was luring, almost pulled him into the pull, but he wasn’t wearing the correct attire for that. Macario smiled once his position was given away, darkness going from the precious shadows and into his coquettish smile. “Technically, I materialize from the shadows within and around me, so I guess that you’re not entirely wrong. I was hiding in them until my concentration broke and then I saw you here. You must have ran to that pool fast, because I didn’t hear you until you crashed into it.” The witch leaned down to look into the water, eyes going beneath the surface to see a pair of legs instead of a tail. “Interesting. You didn’t want to transform here?”
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