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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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My Light

“Your beauty brought out the light in him, made him see how dark the world truly was. He couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you in the dark.”

Summary: Your uncle had left you a home in some seaside town you hadn’t heard of. Moving out there was easy, but living there was harder. Until he found you, then...you didn’t know what to think.

Pairing: Mermaid Prince Jimin x Human Reader

Genre: soulmate au, yandere au, fantasy au, mermaids, mental illness

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: mc has depression, thoughts of depression, mermaid Jimin, yandere Jimin, Jimin stalks the mc, possessive Jimin, mermaid customs, forced marriage, perceived dream sex, smut, kidnapping, stalking,

(please let me know if I miss any tags/warnings)

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The waves crashed against the shore, the dock swaying to the pulse of the water rocking against the wood. You sat on the dock, pants rolled up as you rested your feet in the water. Your flannel was dark from the dirt you had mucked through. It had been a long day, helping your neighbor sort through his garden.

You lived alone in a small cottage, about a couple yards away from the shore, your favorite place. You had inherited the small home from some uncle you had never met, your name the only one written in his will. You remember laughing at the lawyer, thinking the entire meeting was a joke.

But now, you were thankful.

You had been living in the small coastal town for a couple months now, acquainting yourself with your uncle’s neighbors and friends who had all come by to say their condolences. Your neighbor, in particular, seemed to push the closest. He was an old man who your uncle had grown up with, and he and his wife were always bringing food over to your door, worried for your ever shrinking frame.

You had grown to enjoy their company, but sometimes, like now, you loved the silence that came with being alone.

Before moving here, you had been overwhelmed with life, and the stimulation of living with your large family always made you irritated and wanting to jump out of your skin. Since moving into your uncle’s home, you had rarely felt that way, but when you did, you came down here to the docks. The sound of the ocean always drowned out the sound of your own thoughts.

The shore was rocky, almost to a point, and was the perfect hiding spot for curious mermen and sirens who noticed the humans on the shore. Currently, Jimin was hiding behind one of the larger rocks closer to the shore, still hidden from view. He had been watching you for some time, curious about the human who took over his old friend’s home.

Your uncle had saved him from a hunting accident, had stitched together his tail from the hole the hook had made. Since then, it was a mutually protective friendship. Your uncle made sure no one hunted in his water, and he would make sure that your uncle always had fish for his table.

It had only been a couple of months since he last saw his friend, Jimin remembering the promise he made to watch over his young niece. He didn’t understand until he saw you for the first time, your long pants and sweatshirt covering your body, as if you were hiding from something. You drew him in immediately, your presence like his very own lighthouse, always drawing him in and capturing his attention. He seemed to always know when you were at the shore, like his mind was trained on your soul.

Even now, he could tell you were at the shore, bringing him from the bottom of the ocean, where his cave was located, to the surface. He watched as you silently cried, his heart clenching at the sight of you. He wanted to hold you, comfort you and tell you everything would be okay. He tried to stay hidden, but once your salty tears mixed with the water, he couldn’t stay still any longer.

You were trying to wipe the never-ending flow of tears from your cheeks when someone’s hand held your own, and rubbed their thumb against your cheek. You opened your eyes, staring straight into the deep blue eyes in front of you as they moved to cup your cheek.

You were silent as he wiped your tears, your eyes trying to make sense of what you were seeing. This man was beyond beautiful. His features were sharp but held something akin to magic as he captured your attentions. His torso was completely bare, but his hips, not covered by the water, were covered in a light purple, shimmering skin. The beginning of what looks like scales just peeking through the water.

“Who are you?” The words manage to slip past your lips as he continues to cup your cheeks in his hands, his eyes moving over your features, emotion covering his face in a way you haven’t seen in years. His eyes held a softness you wish you had experiences more, wished you had someone who would look at you with.

He didn’t answer, just moved a hand up to brush the hair out of your face. He brought your face down and placed his lips on the top of your head, stilling for a couple of seconds before pulling away. His hands leaving your skin as he descends back into the water.

The whole thing only took a couple of minutes, but to you, it felt like hours. His touch lingering on your skin as the feeling of his lips on your temple becomes a permanent sensation of warmth. You felt a familiarity in your heart when you were with him. Something you couldn’t explain.

You realized, as you were walking back up the dock and towards your home, that you don’t even remember why you were crying, why you were feeling so down. It was like you heart and soul were warming up. The feelings of inadequacy and loneliness were numbing, but the stranger’s touch was warming, all encompassing.

You turn back around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful and calming man, but you have no such luck. You open your door and immediately move to make a cozy little nest for you to burrow in, lighting a couple of your favorite candles as you put your favorite movie on. You needed all the comfort you could get right now.

Jimin just watched from his spot behind the large rock, his heart beating at the sight of you all burrowed up in your blankets. He couldn’t help but to wish you were with him, letting him curl around you in comfort as you lay in the seaweed and moss bed he would make for you.

-*-*-

You were slowly losing your mind, you thought.

Every morning, you woke up to seashells and other remnants of the sea on your porch, with no way of knowing where they came from. You wondered if they came from your mystery seaman, but you hadn’t seen him since that day on the dock.

You never did anything with the shells until one day. You had woken up and done your routine, finishing with a check of your porch to see what treasures remained today. But only one shell was there, a large scotch bonnet laid on the wood of your porch, its color unusual, the deep purple and blue catching your attention immediately. It shined under the morning sunlight, causing hues of purple and blue to shine on your clothing as you moved closer.

Moving back inside, you placed the shell on your windowsill in the kitchen above your sink, just overlooking the dock as that is where the best sunlight comes in during the day. You couldn’t help but admire it, hoping it came from the seaman who wiped your tears.

You felt connected to the man, wondering and hoping you could see him again.

Deciding to continue with what you planned to do today, you grabbed a couple of your reusable bags and made your way to the market in town. The market consisted of several vendors, a lot coming from neighboring inland towns to sell their goods. There was a couple of produce stands, and even a baked goods stand that had the most wonderful blueberry scones. Those were your favorite.

Your steps were slow in approach, eyes curious and gazing as you looked over everything you could see. There were a lot more booths and vendors out in the market space today. A jewelry stand caught your eye, the sea opal jewelry catching your eye as you moved forward. A ring made of molded metal, clutching a single oval shaped sea opal in the center was the one that had you entranced. It was beautiful and the trance you were in had you trying it on your ring finger.

It fit perfectly, shocking you but also making you think that it was meant for you. But reality had to set in. Your budget for the month only allowed you very slight leeway and you had already used the extra money on new gardening supplies so you could continue to plant vegetables. That, however, was also why you were at the market. You needed to get some vegetables, and some seeds so you could plant.

Reluctantly, you sat the ring back down on its stand before thanking the stand worker for letting you try it on. You didn’t even notice the tall man who walked up, hood hiding his face as he buys the ring you had just tried on.

Moving down the path you search for the produce stand you had seen last market day, the older woman who ran the stand had been nice and had helped tell you which was best to plant when. You were hoping to talk to her again, gain more useful advice from her about planting.

And that’s exactly what you got; she even walked you home after she closed and packed up her table. She showed you the best places to plant certain vegetables, which soil usually worked best with each, and how much sunlight and water each one needed to grow their best. It was overwhelming, but you were smart to take notes as she spoke.

When the day was gone and night fell, you were ready to pass out. You were happy with what you got accomplished, a relatively new feeling that you haven’t experienced in years. You were getting ready for bed, the twin bed perfect for yourself and one or two of the stuffed animals you bought for comfort. You managed to pass out quickly, not even noticing the shell you had received that morning was no longer in your kitchen, but on your nightstand.

Featherlight touches. Soft lips trailing up your body. A weight on you as you relaxed into the sheets. Your dream was lifelike, the loving touches and breathless praises like music to your mind as you leaned into the touch.

“So beautiful, my love.” Another kiss placed in between your breasts, hands roaming the expanse of your thigh.

“Waited a long time for you, for this.” His lips moved down your stomach, kissing your pubic bone before diving into your pussy, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt as you tried to close your thighs around his head. He let you, groaning at the taste and feeling of you and surrounding him.

“My love, it’s like you were made just for me.” His lips close around your clit, your back arching off the bed as your release coats his tongue, more moans and groans leaving his lips as his hands tighten around the top of your thighs.

His words were like music in your dream-like state, a siren in your head, dragging you deeper into the woes of pleasure as he leaves finger shaped bruises on the tops of your thighs.

Everything was hazy, the touch of him euphoric as he never stopped, orgasm after orgasm leaving your body. The feeling of his lips sucking marks into your skin left you breathless as his cock driving into your core left your seeing stars.

“I promise, my love, I will give you a better life. I will take you away from here. You will be happier with me.” His words whispered into your ear didn’t make sense, this was a dream, so why would your dream man say something like that?

You could feel him holding your left hand up, his fingers on yours and then a weight on your ring finger. You looked over and saw him kissing a ring on your finger, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“I will see you soon, my love.”

Sunlight streaming through the window was your alarm, the warmth on your face a nice welcome to the colder weather you had been experiencing recently. You realized it was light though once you pushed your blankets off of you, the cold air nipping at your skin and making you rush for your sweats and sweater.

Your legs were a little wobbly as you moved, a little struggle on your part as you had to hold onto your dresser to try and find your clothes.. Once dressed in a large t-shirt that had been thrown haphazardly, you moved for your bathroom door only to stop in your tracks as you stared at yourself in the mirror you had hanging from the back of your door.

Your neck was littered in purple and blue bruises, different shades and sizes. As you pulled at the neck of your sweater, you saw the top of a couple more littering your collarbone. Your eyes were wide with shock as you stared at your reflection. You moved your hand back down, only for it to get caught in the light, your mind now noticing the ring you wore on your ring finger. The same exact ring you tried on at the little vendor yesterday.

“What the…” You spoke aloud, something you were known to do. Nothing made sense. It was just a dream. You had now completely forgotten your mission to find warm clothes.

You move to sit back down on your bed, hands slowly moving to the inside of your thighs, a grimace crossing your face as you feel the bruises, shaped like a handprint, on your inner thigh, right where the man held you down in your dream.

You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick up, the feeling in your neck creating a pattern for you to try and breath with. Someone was in your room. Someone did this to you when you thought you were dreaming.

You could vaguely hear someone knocking at your door. Your mind was playing tricks on you, that’s it, you thought. When you thought you gathered your bearings, you moved forward again, pushing past the mirror, not wanting your perceived illusion to be real.

The person at the door had stopped knocking but was instead trying to talk to you through the door.

“My love, I promise everything will be okay. Just let me in so we can talk.” The voice was the same from your dream, their words matching the man who spoke sweet praises in your ear.

You were frozen, your hand holding onto the wall of your small hallway for support. You couldn’t feel your legs nor could you hear anything else through the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You held your breath, hoping that the man wouldn’t notice you were still home. Hoping he would think you had already left for the morning.

“My love, I know you’re in there. I can smell you.” His voice had a singsong tone to it now, almost condescending or teasing.

You looked around your small home, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon, anything that could be used for protection. You held a hand over your mouth, hoping to stay quiet as you tried to step back into your room, where you knew you could get out through the large window over your bed.

The door knob startled to rattle as your door began to move against the doorjamb. “Please, baby. Don’t be afraid of me.” You could feel a tear slipping down your cheek, a hopefully quiet whimper leaving your lips as you bump into the wall just in front of your bedroom door. The front door opens just as you stand in the doorway to your room, the merman, now with human legs, stood there with a loving look in his eyes.

He looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“Why are you trying to hide? I told you I would come back for you once I had everything ready?” He seemed genuinely curious, concern lacing his tongue as he moved inside, closing the door behind him.

He moved forward, your body bumping into your dresser and chair before finally landing against the wall as you tried to move away from him. He didn’t stop though, wanting to be as close to you as he could.

“I couldn’t stand to see you so sad that day. My heart hurt for you; my soul ached to be the one to make you smile again.” His words were soft, loving as he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, freezing for a second when he saw you flinch before continuing.

“I chose such soft kelp for our bed, and even wove together some seaweed for a blanket, knowing how much you love to cuddle underneath them.” He moved closer as he spoke, pressing against you and making you wince as you had to change your weight distribution, the ache between your legs becoming worse.

He noticed quickly, his hands moving from your cheeks to your legs, pushing them open as he pulled your underwear down, the large t-shirt being pushed up so he could look at your core. You tried to push him away but he moved to hold both of your hands in one of his own, his strength unparallel to what you would think.

“Shh my love.” He cooed, moving in to place a kiss on your mound, before spreading your folds and placing a kiss directly on your core. His cold lips had you jolting away in shock.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you. But I promise you will get used to it. I will love you every second of every hour.” He raises back up to his feet, something in his eyes changed as he looks down at you once again.

Before you can even scream his lips are on yours, your mind becomes hazy as your eyes begin to blur. He pulls away after a couple seconds, the smile on his face large as your sight gives way to the darkness.

-*-*-

Floating.

That’s the first thing that comes to your head when you open your eyes again. Either that or you were dead. The only light came from an opening in the dark about twenty feet from where you were. You tried to sit up, only to find that you were indeed floating in the water that surrounded you.

Your eyes widened in terror, wondering how the hell you were breathing. How you were even alive was completely unknown to you. You felt an arm wrap around your naked torso, looking down only to see your private areas covered in some sort of woven cloth.

“Good morning, my love.” The voice of the merman spoke from behind you, the arm around your torso tightening as he pulled you closer into him. You tried to hold in your sob, your hand moving to cover your mouth.

“I’m so happy you woke up. I can’t wait to show you around. I think you’ll especially love this little family of seahorses that live around the coral on the side of our cave.” He held onto you as he swam forward, no tail in sight as he helped you to the entrance. He noticed you looking at his legs, and spoke.

“Oh, don’t worry darling. My tail will come back after our mating period ends and will return after a couple of days. Us merpeople can change at will, only when mating comes into play.”

You really hate evolution.

There were hundreds of merpeople, dozens of caves on the bottom of this…ravine? There were families swimming along the bottom and up the top as the moved from cave to cave. Your heart was caught in your throat as you looked up, the sunlight peering down at you, mocking your exit.

“Isn’t it beautiful? You can’t go out yet, I wouldn’t want someone to snatch up my beautiful mate while in her mating cycle.” His smile reached his eyes making them appear closed as he pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

“Now come on, my love. I can already smell how ready you are again.” The man, you still haven’t learnt his name, moved his hand down to your core as he pulled you back into the darkness of the cave.

As your legs floated in front of you due to the momentum of him pulling you backwards, your legs opened enough for him to push two fingers in, the gasp leaving your lips loud and echoing.

He pulled them out just as quick, bringing them to his lips as he pushed you down on to the soft surface, moving to hover over you.

“You taste delicious baby. I’ve been waiting to taste you again.” He holds your legs open and places them over his shoulders as he moves in again, this time his tongue out to catch the slick dripping out of your core. You hated how turned on you were, the feeling unwanted but almost natural.

You moaned quietly as he licked at your clit, his plump lips doing wonders to your body.

“Please..” You whimper, not even knowing what you were asking for.

“Please what baby? What do you need?” You moan again, his words causing the knot in your stomach to form.

“I—” A moan leaves your lips again, cutting you off. You didn’t even realize your hands were now in his hair, pulling at the strands in pleasure.

“Jimin.”

“What?” You look down at him, the sight of him slurping and sucking at your core leaving you absolutely breathless.

“The name you want to moan out.” He answers with a sly smile on his lips, your slick dripping from his mouth, despite the water you were buried in.

“It’s the name you are going to be screaming out soon, my beautiful mate.”

And he was right, you were screaming out his name as you finally came on his tongue, his fingers rubbing the inside of your walls as he pumped in and out of you. You screamed his name as he thrusted in and out of you, his teeth in the crook of your neck as he came inside of you, his hot cum filling you and making the bulge in your stomach bigger.

Once he finished for the third time inside of you, he let you rest as your eyes closed. Sleep seemed to take over as he caressed your cheeks again, moving down to soothe the mark his teeth made on your neck when the light reflection from behind you caught his eye.

The same shell that started this rested on top of the rock he uses as a side table. The very shell that meant you accepted his courting when you chose it over all the others he brought you. He was so happy when you put it in the window, like a beacon of welcome for him to see. It was you letting him know you were ready for him.

He was so happy that day that he couldn’t wait to show you his love, choosing for the first time to stay on his human legs and watch over you. He bought the ring he saw you wearing, the sea opal calling out to him. He knew then and there it would be the perfect mating ring for you. It was made to fit your finger just as you were made for him.

The darkness consumed you once you passed out from exhaustion, but the light he saw in you would overcome everything, even the darkness of his own soul.

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shyminmin · 1 month

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.2k ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Panic/trauma and minor angst

Tiny pin-points of light dotted my vision as I ever so slowly came to. They stood out against the dark, roughened backdrop above, shrouding the surrounding area in hues of brilliant blues and greens.

Marveling at the delicate cosmos that seemed to bathe me in its welcoming glow, I was brought to the attention of my other awakening senses.

A soft surface below me, supporting my laid out form as well as an equally comforting sensation covering me from the top, perhaps a blanket? Was I in some sort of bed? It certainly didn’t feel like a regular mattress but at the same time I dare say was incredibly comfortable. If I were to close my eyes again I was sure it wouldn’t be too hard to fall back to sleep.

How did I end up here? Where even is here?

My eyes blinked, clearing the last remnants of my sleep induced vision.

Was it night time? Those lights above resembled stars but also didn’t. The atmosphere was also eerily quiet and strangely had an odd sense of weightlessness to it, like the effects of gravity were significantly reduced. Huh.. weird.

I subconsciously let out a breath not thinking much of it, however to my astonishment I watched as a trail of bubbles appeared from my exhale and steadily floated upwards before eventually dissolving some few feet above me. What th-

Bubbles? I blinked.

Since when do I breathe bubbles? It was safe to say that I was becoming all the more confused by the minute….and a little cautious.

I racked my brain for an explanation. The only instance where creating such an anomaly was possible was if one was…

Realization came barreling into me and my eyes grew to the size of saucers.

If one was… “Underwater..” I weakly verbalized that last word.

Like a switch being flipped my heart skyrocketed as I abruptly shot up into a seated position. Blood rushed to my head in the sudden change of position as I shivered, clutching my throat in concern. I disregarded the current environment I was placed in as my fingers grazed over three distinct grooves on each side of my neck. I felt them open and close causing me to yelp out in surprise, retracting my hand instantly.

“What, what is this!?”

I gasped, my logical brain causing me to think that I was suffocating due to the fact that I was submerged in water.

That’s when flashes of images invaded my mind. Brief memories of scenery, of phantom sensations.

I remember being carried and tossed into water and then… I was in incredible pain.

I continued to squirm and let in hesitant inhales, still weary of not being able to effectively extract oxygen from the water. I tasted the faint acidity of salt as it entered my mouth along with the water. Where I thought it would overwhelm my sinuses it did the exact opposite, rather it somehow sparked little zaps of energy to circulate through me from the top of my head to the very tips of my toe-

Oh god, I can’t feel my toes!

I immediately tried to move my legs but my brain couldn’t identify or locate the certain limbs or muscles associated with them. It was like they didn’t exist anymore. Or more so, like they had merged..

Gulping down another lot of sea water, that somehow felt ridiculously right, I directed my gaze down to my current dilemma. I had been right as my eyes took in the blanket-like material present as it covered me from the hips down. Dark greenish thatching conveniently hiding the mystery that was my questionable limbs…or lack thereof?

My heart thumped and my breath wavered as I froze, at a loss as to what to do next.

Should I lift it up and see the damage or play it safe and remain blissfully ignorant? Oh the choices.

After a few moments I willed myself to snap out of it, furrowing my brows in determination. No Y/n, be strong, you’ve gotten this far – wherever this is – you can do this. You can’t just sit here and be clueless forever!

My inner banter resolved, I shakily gripped the edge of the soft blanket, scrunching it up slightly like one would do a stress ball, because as sure as hell I needed the outlet. The faint aching that had sprouted from deep within the beds of my nails from this very action all the while going completely unnoticed amidst the mental chaos.

Come on, come on, I continued to pester myself. It’s not that hard! Just chuck the darn thing off!

But really, who could blame me for acting hesitant?

Waking up in an unknown place with no indication on whether you’re safe or in danger, on top of not knowing whether you still had functioning limbs was bound to make anyone feel uneasy. Not to mention the fact that my body had seemingly mutated to breathe underwater of all things. Life’s too boring for stuff like this to normally happen. Books or movies yes but not in regular, non-fictional reality. Dreams were another possibility but this felt way too real for that to be the case. I even did the classic pinch on the arm and low and behold an unpleasant prick of pain made itself known.

Dreams..

Up until this point, my mind had been encompassed in a – lack of better words – bubble of amnesia. That was until the subject of dreams irreverently sidled in to pop that pocket of forgetfulness, causing all my previous memories to flood in like the water around me. Past experiences fell into place now creating a clear and concise path on how I found myself in my current predicament.

Dreaming of agonizing nights on the beach…them practically persuading me to come travel to that lonely seaside town. To go there and find the truth…truth of my past, of myself…

Truth of who I really am.

“Ai child, ye be one of 'em... A mermaid."

Mermaid.

Before I knew it, the strange blanket that was previously covering me was flying upwards away from my trembling form. Its unusual trajectory produced a slight undercurrent that gently flowed up and around my face, lifting small tresses of my hair along with it where they flowed and fanned out behind me like strands in a breeze.

But these things were all good and forgotten as something far greater in uniqueness had come and none too kindly knocked them into oblivion to claim that all important first place.

This can’t be real..

No, no..

This can’t be real!?

My body sat stock still, frozen in place; in time... My blood ran cold as it filled my ears, making them ring.

For there, taking up the bottom half where my legs used to be, was a long and sleek tail.

Stemming from my hip bones and just below my navel area, rows and rows of tough yet delicate looking scales made themselves known. They overlapped one another like a finely woven tapestry where they eventually branched away to make way for a wide and sweeping fluke. When I looked a little closer at the-… my fins, I noticed that they were slightly iridescent, as reflected from the strange lighting above me.

What…h-how?..

All I seemed to be capable of doing was to gape and stare intensely and then gape some more. No, maybe that was just my inner gold-fish finally surfacing, I certainly had the physical attributes to pass for one.

My mind, which was a toss between what I can only pinpoint as a nervous wreck and a cautious trance, didn’t process one of my hands slowly reaching forward to graze over a section of my new fishy limb. To my surprise the tiny, plated bits of armor were incredibly smooth, like flat tiles of polished gemstones. But what was even more awe inspiring was their distinctive shade.

Not blue yet not quite a purple colour either, I sat there and contemplated this conundrum. No.. it was moreso somewhere in between those two prominent hues and a perfect combo of them at the same time.

I felt my eyes gloss over then with a strange form of nostalgia, a significant weight creeping up in my chest.

That colour…

It reminded me of lonely days just before or after my countless shifts at work, of staring out of my tiny bedroom window just after the sun had slumbered behind the horizon. The colour the sky would transition into, like a celestial body of water that purely existed between the cusp of day and night.

The somber yet deceptively beautiful energy I would get enveloped with every time I found myself immersed in that strangely intimate setting. Knowing that there were still sights like this, although rare and fleeting, that were worth living for regardless of the outweighing negativity, dullness and tiring aspects the grim world would constantly dominate me with…

That colour..

Within such a view, I would witness how the first remnants of stars would appear and how on certain days of the month, a delicate crescent would hang near where its sibling would have just descended; chasing him, longing for his company.

Those evenings in particular were always my favourite… In a way, they were like looking at a reflection of myself; a tiny sliver of light quietly drifting through a sea of uncertainty, purely existing but vying for something more.

Though on the flip side, it also in a way served as a desirable state of existence, a dream to strive towards. Instead that moon, rather than wandering aimlessly through a nullifying sea, would be rather at home in her element. The equilibrium of purples and blues would instead be a place where she would wholeheartedly belong basking in the utter contentment her deprived soul no longer craved.

Oh, that colour…

A droplet of warmth trailed down my cheek, almost instantly getting absorbed by the liquid around me like it had never been there to begin with. My lips trembled yet still turned upward to form a minute but genuine smile of admiration.

Of gratitude.

That was when I knew. That was when that lightbulb of revelation shined above me, as it finally granted me a name.

Indigo.

I blinked back more of that warmth that sheened my orbs.

A colour of rarity, of loneliness, but also of the purest serenity in the toughest and silent of times. A pigment of reflection, a beacon of reverence… a lighthouse of hope.

Indigo… that’s what it was called..

The one aspect that got me through the day by day repetitiveness of life where everything and anything seemed utterly worthless; futile in its entirety.

Yes, Indigo..

It was my colour… is my colour…

For if there was one thing that I could claim in this life, this universe, that was and would be solely mine and mine alone.. it would definitely have to be the etheric colour of indigo..

Now physically displayed in the form of shining scales for not just myself but for the world to see, that in itself only further solidified that notion.

For it was that distinct yet fleeting ocean between light and darkness that was and is my very essence…

I allowed one more minuscule droplet of warmth free before I reluctantly guided my gaze back upwards to finally get a full view of where I was.

From what I could gather, I was smack-dab in the center of a circular room of sorts. Its walls were formed of tough rock while its floors were made up of what I could only assume was a type of sandstone by their colour and texture. There were the strange starry lights above of course and the ‘bed’ that I was placed within that was slightly elevated off the ground by a platform of more yellowish sandstone.

My eyes caught on to places on the walls where small sections were carved out to form in-built shelves where nick-nacks of various sizes were securely set upon. Glass jars of different trinkets and coloured liquids, boxes and chests of no-doubt invaluable possessions as well as a few crystals spread amongst all the chaotic order. These tiny details made the place seem more personal and lived in.

Lived in by who?, my mind uttered to me.

Waves of ink shadowing pearly skin glided through my mind. The lingering feeling of strong, pale hands directing me towards billowing salty depths. Those brooding cerulean orbs that constantly put me in a trance.

Yoongi..

This place must be his..

My head snapped to the one remaining feature of this organically structured room that I missed. Directly in front of me was a large archway donned with a piece of curtained fabric, blocking me from seeing where it led. An entryway. The doorway to his bedroom if the thing I was lying on was anything to go by.

It would have had to have been a good solid five or so minutes that whizzed by where I just aimlessly locked eyes on that one lone doorway, not knowing if I should entertain the notion of venturing out of it to see what other anomalies await. How could a room feature be so imposing in that sense, like it was some sort of inanimate dictator of my fate.

To go through or not to go through?

I looked down at my tail then back up towards the doorway, the drapery that hung from it appearing black against the stone walls. But when I proceeded to look closer, I realized it was actually an extreme shade of dark blue; the kind of shadowy depths that a certain someone’s eyes would shift to when faced with various forms of tribulation.

Or a certain level of caution if I were to judge the current orbs staring back at me now after I went to blink once.

Gasping in surprise, I jumped in my seat, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Misjudging the strength of my jolt and forgetting about the lack of gravity that comes with being submerged in water, my body shot up about 3ft, the salty liquid only aiding my ascent.

“Eek!!”

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

Help!

I was like a cartoon character, spastically waving my arms around, trying to grab ahold of something to stop the upwards momentum of my body. Any attempt to maneuver myself in an orderly manner went right out the window. My tail, a dead weight, didn't help in the slightest. My brain was unable to translate the new body part and as a result ran up blank on potential movement altogether.

“Well if this isn’t a sight to behold. Awake and already making a fuss I see.” A calm, mocking voice rang out in contrast to my otherwise chaotic kerfuffle. A slight shiver raked through me at the words.

I craned my neck to the direction of their source but the sudden change in rotation caused me to tumble down in spirals and awkward somersaults, my tail, due to its length and mass causing the majority of my spontaneous water aerobics.

Gosh, I’m gonna be sick, the constant spinning and view change encouraging my stomach to turn sour. Blue and green swirls blurring my vision.

A huff met my ears after several more seconds, the sounds much closer than before, almost like they were right beside me.

That was soon justified when my body collided with warmth, my hands smoothing over something broad and sinewy. A different and much larger pair quickly snagged onto my forearms, evidently stopping my next body roll in its tracks. One powerful tug downwards later and I was back to where I had initially started, the familiar bedding in the center of the room supporting my seated form as my indigo tail flopped limply over its side, swaying in tune to the moving water.

Not knowing I was holding my breath all that while, I let out a much needed sigh of relief, my gills opening to release some tension in the form of excess water and bubbles.

“Not a minute has passed and you’ve already managed to find a way into my arms. He rasped. “What’s your next move, woman? Falling from the sky?”

Frowning at the comment that was dripping with sarcasm, I looked to my right, my snarky savior meeting my gaze, mouth turned up in a slight smirk.

“Yoongi..” his name left my lips before I knew it. I blinked a couple of times to get ahold of my bearings, the last of my queasiness thankfully subsiding. He just stared down at me from where he was sitting next to me, an arm’s length or so between us which I would have appreciated more if not for his ever present haughtiness.

“Hmm, you remember my name, there may be some hope for you yet.”

Before I could come up with a reply to his quip, I was drawn to a particular formation of scales much like my own swaying lazily from side to side. They were so dark that I was sure they were capable of sucking the light out of the very space around them. I noted the slither of skin they faded out from, marking their starting point at the occupant’s waist, and from there roughly connected the dots.

Another tail… His tail…

This was Yoongi’s tail..

I stared agape.

It complimented his inky locks perfectly; a solid amalgamation of corded muscle plated over by jewels of pure night. A powerful looking fluke spanned almost double the width of my own, the innermost membrane of it radiating an all too familiar deep cerulean.

Beautiful…

I immediately diverted my gaze, having just realized what I was doing. Ashamed at my thoughts. Oh gosh, was it rude to stare at a mermaid’s…erm.. mer-man’s tail? Did I just break some unspoken rule in their culture, ogling like a freak?

Gaze now focused back on my own tail, I physically blanched. In comparison, it looked so puny and almost fragile, the superiority of his own weighing me down bit by bit. He could no doubt get up to ridiculous speeds from one measly flick of that huge and sturdy fin, or even knock someone out cold if subjected to the sheer mass of his tail’s scaled base.

I drew my sights upwards, praying that I didn’t weird out the merman that had remained silent all the while.

My worried thoughts were knocked out of the way however by another devastating sight. Well, that’s to say if being at the risk of bumping your nose into someone’s extremely bare chest is reason enough to warrant such a telling.

Heat rose as my throat locked up for a moment where I almost proceeded to choke on the water trying to pass through at the time.

“Y-you have no– w-where’s your shirt?!” I nearly fell over on my side from the speed at which I turned away, the resulting whiplash from all the sudden movements I was doing catching up to me, scrambling my brain. My cheeks were all but aflame and possibly boiling the water around them.

Mortified, the image of an expansive chest was forever burned into the back of my retinas; for better or for worse, I was still very much on the fence about. Wide plains and hardened ridges of moon-bathed skin swam in front of my vision tantalizingly where they joined to flow down into a tapered waist and taut stomach. He was more toned than I had initially thought, his loose fitting clothing having done an exceptional job of deceiving onlookers on just how well rounded his physique actually was; shoulders wider than anticipated and arms gifted with a visible strength that I could vouch for from firsthand experience.

Having never been in the same vicinity of a man for more than a few minutes at a time as my jobs allowed it and from my blatant lack of socializing, a shirtless man for that matter was on a whole nother level of insanity.

“Uh yeah.. We are underwater. Clothing isn’t really a thing – or needed for our kind. Well… for males at least.”

I remained silent and rigid, not daring to look back at the ungodly scene that loomed behind me.

An appalled grunt resounded from the man, a resultant of my body language that screamed discomfort. “Flustered over a little skin of all things?” He probed on. At that, I felt him scoot closer to me, making me in turn shrink in on myself like some petrified turtle.

“I am n-not!” My entire face by this stage felt like the inside of a volcano. I swear I could make out the bubbling of steam floating around my head.

“You’re just a little.. I-I’m just not used to being up so close.. a-and personal like t-this that I’m forced to not look at anything else!”

An amused scoff rang out, he was an inch or so from my back; I could tell by the wave of intensity that errantly washed over me, lifting the hairs on my neck.

“Oh really, I would never have guessed.”

“C-can you put your chest away or s-something?” I shot out, only then noting how weird that sentence actually sounded and cringed. I never thought claustrophobia from the presence of one’s…uh…lack of clothing was a thing.

“No can do, I'm afraid. You’ve just gotta start getting accustomed to the new dress code we’ve got going for us down here.”

You mean a lack of one. I let a low grumble slip past at that inevitability.

“Or perhaps,” his head craned beside my ear, making me flinch, “You’re just afraid you might secretly enjoy that fact?”

If my head was presumably a volcano, then that last remark just caused its long awaited eruption. A mix of flustered irritation all but burst and overflowed out of me as I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off the influx of emotions. From there, I proceeded to clench my hands into fists.

Big mistake.

In the next moment, an uncanny bout of pain rippled from below the beds of my fingers as my palms almost got sliced open.

My nails had all but extended into two inch claws!

As any normal person would do in this situation I let out an ear splitting shriek. Who knew this would spook me out more than finding out that I had a whole ass fish tail instead of legs, or be on par to the more mundane approach of simply viewing a man’s chest. Y/n, you really need to get your priorities straight in terms of the fright department. Pointy nails, really?

Holding my hands out away from the rest of my body, I went to shake them out, hoping that the action would somehow get rid of these needle-like atrocities.

Get ‘em off, these things! Get them away from me!

I could feel the eye roll from behind and not too long after a ripple of water washed over me. Those same large hands that had righted me before were now swallowing my own up in their tight grasp. He had swiftly maneuvered himself in front of me as I jolted at the contact, trying to yank them out of his hold but he was stubborn and held them strong.

“Always so jumpy.” He mumbled. “Relax, they’re just your–”

“Wha- What’s going on? What’s wrong with them!?

“First–” he cut in almost straight after with slight irritation, “You really need to calm down, something you seem to find particularly difficult!”

You try handling something like this for the first time and see if you fare any better. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind in retaliation to his callousness. Jerk.

If the merman noticed my inner spite, he didn’t let on. Instead, he resorted to holding my hands still and in place, constantly squeezing them to stop their shaking. If I wasn’t already worked up enough with dealing with daggers in place of nails then the sudden hand holding would most certainly reign supreme in turning me into complete hysterics. No actually, let’s be real here, they were definitely working in tandem to get me over the edge.

“Do I really need to tell you to breathe again?” Yoongi uttered a little softer but still maintained that level of firmness. He was referring back to all the times he implored me to do so during that harrowing transformation of human to mermaid, however long ago that was now. “Work with me here, woman,” another squeeze of my hands followed as he waited for me to act on his request.

I shakily huffed as I closed my eyes, ridding my view of my monstrous nails. Working with the slits along my neck, I started a steady pace of one deep breath in and out. Such a process seemed to work, my breathing growing more calm and steady as the minutes ticked by. The awe factor that came about when utilizing my gills worked wonders in transforming my nerves into more bearable spouts of intrigue instead.

As my panic continued to fizzle out, I was soon guided out of my reverie by another firm squeeze from a set of pale hands. My eyes opened in an automatic reply and the bewitching blue of his own was the final nail that sealed my anxieties away – for now, at least.

He blinked, garnering my change in temperament and cleared his throat.

Guiding my gaze back down to the dilemma at hand (quite literally) he stroked the side of one of my ‘dagger nails’ with his thumb, my heart unknowingly skipping a beat. “These claws you’ve got here are what we call piercers. All merfolk have them, they’re really nothing special.”

I watched on as he allowed his right hand to part from the cocoon he had formed around my own and held it up before us, fingers splayed out in a backwards high five. The veins on the top of his palm pulsed while I barely made out the slightest twitch of his fingertips. Half a second later, five lengthy nails shot up like pointed spears. They were identical to my own, although maybe a little longer if I wanted to be really particular. He turned his hand so I could view them from multiple angles.

“They’re able to extend as you see here and…” A sound similar to a sword getting sheathed met my ears as they all too swiftly shrunk back down like they were never there to begin with, points now blunted at the ends; deceptively human. “…retract.”

I blinked, mind stark with disbelief.

“They’re used in both offensive and defensive measures, like most land predators you’ve no doubt seen somewhere in your time up there. They’re foremost a means of survival. The ocean isn’t like the surface; it can be tough and grueling to even the best of us. In the worst of cases, a mer’s piercers can be the only thing hovering between you and your end.” He stared between my eyes, weighing my reaction and continued when I appeared fine. “Anything from gripping onto surfaces if a current is too strong, tearing through netting to escape or ripping or even piercing into things for sustenance. All these things and more are applicable for an easier time down here in the deep.”

I dumbly nodded along to his explanation, trying to take in as much information as possible because I had a feeling that he wasn’t one who had the patience to repeat himself. Tuning into this ‘Mermaids 101’ lesson was imperative for my hopeful assimilation into this new lifestyle.

“They fully form when a mer reaches maturity. There’s a short transitional period beforehand where you can partially extend them, a sort of time of adjustment to get a grasp on how to work them fully.” He let out a tired sigh then, “That would’ve been a helpful time for you but I guess we can’t have everything come easy to us now can we.”

“T-that’s all fine and well but…uh…h-how do I make them shrink back to normal?” I spoke up, still eyeing my so-called piercers with discomfort. I certainly didn’t want to run the risk of taking somebody's eye out with these literal knives poking out. They looked like something straight out of a horror movie and were ever a safety hazard in my book.

Another strained sigh broke out from Yoongi's lips.

“Adrenaline can set them off; with your total lack of experience, I’d gather that even just tensing your hands can lead to the same conclusion, whether you’re in active danger or not.”

Great. My shoulders slumped at the realization. So even just exercising a joint or muscle wrong could lead to a good old ‘stabby’ surprise. How was I ever going to get a handle on these without accidentally impaling myself in the process?

I looked at Yoongi's one hand still wrapped around both of mine, my piercers poking out of the top like a bunch of upright harpoons. He made it look so easy. So mindless when performing the action of retracting his own.

“Look, for starters, your best bet is to completely relax your hands, detense everything that warrants any level of strain or effort. Think you can do that?”

Clearing my throat, I looked his way but was unable to meet his eyes once more, “I–I’ll try..”

Finally granting my hands freedom from his hold, he allowed them to float in between us as I willed them to go completely limp. Even in this state of forced calmness, I was still very much afraid of putting them any closer to my body where my vital organs were.

“Picture them – or rather – try to feel them getting shorter, like they’re getting sucked back into your fingers, merging with them, if you will.”

Taking his explanation into account and trying to work with what he said, I stared my piercers down like they were some unbecoming menace that needed to be put back in their place.

I stared.

And stared.

And stared..

My eyes scrunched up in concentration to the point where they were starting to strain and cause an oncoming headache. No doubt the scene I was putting up looked rather unflattering to the man who remained in front of me observing my amateur efforts.

At one stage I may have seen one or two of the spear-like nails slip down a few rungs but that may have just been my out-of-whack imagination playing tricks on me.

He must think I’m so pathetic. I mentally versed, after a good millennia of time had passed and my piercers were still very much present, standing upright and tauntingly proud.

My chest tightened. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t even control my own body properly. It was like I was a newborn baby all over again.

I gave them another long, hard stare, trying and failing to bend the menacing blades to my will. Their imaginary tongues would most definitely be sticking out at me right about now, making fun of my loss.

Urk! Nothing’s happening!

“Stop.” Yoongi’s voice cut through the tension as if he could hear my mental battle. “You’re trying too hard.”

“It’s hopeless.” I let out a struggling sigh. “They won’t…I-I can’t–”

“Yes you can.”

I went to deny his claim with another despondent retort but he spoke up again.

“Even I don’t expect you to be a natural at this right at the get go. I may be forward in how I deal with the majority of my shit but even I have to admit, I’m not that much of a hard ass.”

Hmm, that remains to be seen. I wanted to say, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt; just this once.

“Now tell those defeating thoughts I see gnawing away at you to get a life, relax, and start again. And try to really feel them this time. If you at least do that then your instincts should kick in and the rest more or less should come smoothly.”

A trail of bubbles left my mouth in discouragement as I tried to focus on the piercers themselves; as Yoongi emphasized, on how they felt.

I felt how surprisingly lightweight they were as opposed to their almost stone-like hardness, how they sprouted seamlessly from the very base of my nail beds, them being the solid unbreakable roots that supported the promise and outcome of flowering thorns. The blood that pulsed evenly up through my fingers and underneath each bed, the life giving water that sustained those uncanny roots.

I loosened my shoulders and breathed, welcoming in the water swaddled oxygen and followed the way it sent tingles right down to my bones. My joints and limbs swarmed with a sense of relief and utter vitality, thanking me for rewarding them with the sunlight-like sustenance they needed in order to thrive. I sailed along those feelings and sensations of rightness down to the start of those same roots.

They vibrated.

Relax.

They aren’t bad, they’re not to be feared or anything to be repulsed at; no, they’re an extension of yourself. They are you and you are them. You are innately connected.

More vibrations rippled along my neighboring fingers; a harmony conjoining to form one synchronized note.

You are at their mercy and in turn, they are also equally under your command. You each hold a mutual bond that at its core is unanimous in principle.

Breathe, relax, feel..

They are you and you are them..

My eyes suddenly shot open at a strange feeling of finality. I didn’t dare look down to see if my mental tinkering had worked in my favor or had made things abundantly worse to the point where I would be in desperate need of a manicure.

“Are they..?” I couldn’t get the rest of my question past my lips. Dread and hope fought a deathly battle in my throat, clogging it in the process. Yoongi, still able to grasp the rest of what I was going to ask, voiced his reply.

“See for yourself.”

Not giving me much of a choice, I resigned to my fate and glimpsed down at my piercers. All the while I cursed the merman for not telling me outright if they were back to normal or still in their monstrous state of existence.

No, not monstrous, I quickly corrected myself. No, they were just… different. I won’t lie and say that I was completely in acceptance of them, even after that weird symbiotic experience I just felt and envisioned. Like any new development in someone’s life, they were going to take some extensive warming up to.

So it was at that expense then that I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a triumphant smile, shaking with joy and relief. Because before me once more was my all too normal and familiar ‘human’ nails, in all their blunt and ordinary simplicity.

My gaze rounded up to Yoongi’s at this, shyness temporarily pushed to the back by a dominant spout of victory.

“I-I did it!” I was practically bouncing in my seat like a little kid.

The faintest telling of satisfaction was delicately painted on the merman’s usually hardened face. He calmly looked at me and grunted a sound of approval. His annoyance seemingly put to the back burner while he allowed me this moment of glory; tolerating it silently. If that was all the complimenting and congratulations I was going to get from him then I’d gladly accept it.

From what I had gathered, this momentary display of positivity he portrayed was something of a rarity for Yoongi. His expressions always seemed to range from one of three visible states: stark emotionlessness, emotionless stoicism, or, if you wanted to get really fancy, a brooding anger or annoyance that was often riddled with blunt sarcasm every necessary chance it got.

Yes, a splendid selection indeed.

Not to say my range of emotions were any better. Far from it. Who would want to be around someone who couldn’t meet you in the eye more than half the time and when they could miraculously get a glimpse of your face was then subjected to an uncomfortable front of nervous awkwardness.

Yeah, I’d take casual stoicness over extreme shyness any day.

I willed my nails out of their bedded sheathes once more, inexperience still getting the best of me as they stiffly shot out, a dull thrum of pain ever present. Getting them back down though was definitely the more taxing part. More often than not they kept shooting back outwards when they had just managed to blunt back down.

“Are they always meant to..erm.. h-hurt.. w-when they extend?” I asked, taking note of yet another wavelet of burning coursing through my nail beds.

“The first few times, yes. They’re like any other muscle really. The more you use them the less effort your body has to expend over time.”

Still scared and awed all at the same time, I was slowly getting lost among the process of my piercers, trying to get as much of a feel as I could to not warrant a later accident. Though I knew that worrying fact was inevitable.

Sheath, unsheathe. In, out.

Just when I was about to release them again for another glimpse that would leave me gobsmacked, I was abruptly stopped.

“Ok, ok, cut it out, you’ll give yourself a cramp if you keep playing with them like that.”

I flinched and guiltily lowered my hands to rest in my scaled lap, a ‘sorry’ taking up residence on the tip of my tongue out of instinct but I managed to swallow it down.

He sighed then, clearly seeing my state of submissiveness like I had just been slapped.

A moment of tense silence floated around us. The merman ever so slightly looming closer to my bent form when I failed to move, his night-clad scales only adding to the growing shadow he cast upon me; a blanket of darkness.

“You can look at me, you know. You don’t have to be so shy and defensive all the time.”

I unconsciously shivered.

I would if I could…

My life beforehand hadn’t exactly been a safe haven for allowing my trust and confidence to run free.

If anything, it has only influenced me to close myself up to the point where my worries and insecurities became my only safeguard against potential disappointment and pain in the long run.

Heh, what good that did when I decided to take a risk for once and hop onto that bus that day, catalyzing all this mess.

Gills opening and closing, I craned my neck upwards, once more catching the speckled display of lighting that decorated the rocky ceiling above us, just like starlight.

“T-Those lights up there…w-what are they?”

My obvious deflection of his accusation surprisingly didn’t seem to anger him, as he let go of inquiring further. He shifted to my side and joined me in gazing up at the glittering amassment, not nearly as enamored as I was at the sight and replied after a few beats.

“Stellaris algae.”

My intrigue appeared to prompt him further in an explanation, however reluctant he was from his almost monotonous words. “It grows in dotted clumps and glows – well as the name suggests – like stars…. What was it that humans like to call it? You know, for how it lights up?” He paused, searching for the term. “Bioluminescent?”

I hummed my understanding and couldn’t help but voice my own simple thoughts. “It’s beautiful…”

I felt his gaze at my side then but remained viewing the speckles of green and blue, pushing down my self-consciousness.

“I suppose it is.” He let out in barely a whisper and I went to tuck a floating strand of hair that breached my line of sight behind my ear.

A steady wave of tingling energy reverberated between us as I hung onto my composure, the bioluminescence of the star-like algae helping me slightly as it gently lulled me into a state of reverence as I basked under its glow.

How can anyone get sick of such a sight? Yoongi must be blind…

Said merman dropped beside me, severing my musings and I ever so slightly inched away.

“While I hate to cut your stargazing short, the real stars will be gracing us not before too long. I think we’ve stalled with things long enough.”

Really, it’s almost night? I blinked.

“Though I can’t really fault you for not knowing I guess. You can’t really tell it, what with being as deep down in my den as we are.”

Talk of time curiously drew me back to the subject of my impromptu nap.

“H-How long was I out?”

He raked his hand through his locks and I tried to not focus on how the motion made my insides…feel things.

“Long enough for Helios to pass over twice.” He answered, taking note of my not so subtle increase of space I made between us and raised a brow.

Stumped, I gave him a look of confusion.

He snarked. “Right, I forgot I have to dumb my words down for you.” Frowning, I just managed to reign in my nails that had accidentally shot out halfway in response.

“Easy,” he griped, when he saw my claws, almost amused. “You’ve been asleep for two days, give or take.”

I actually did cough on the water this time.

“Two… two d-days!?”

He huffed nonchalantly at my shock.

“Relax, you weren’t dying or anything if that’s what you’re so worried about. It’s normal to take that long for your first time. Or I guess in your case, your first time after so many years? Either way, I’ve seen others take longer, so you're fine.”

I remained silent at his rather rocky attempt at reassurance, questioning its validity.

“Now, before you feel tempted to go on another one of your panic sprees, how about we see if you can stomach some food. After such an ordeal, I’m surprised you can still remain upright.”

Now that he mentioned it, I was feeling a bit heavy with fatigue, like I hadn’t bothered to move in centuries.

“That would be good…t-thanks.”

“Good cause, while your piercers are one less thing to worry about, you still have one other important thing to deal with. Seeing as it’s you we’re talking about, you’re gonna need all the strength you can get.”

I gave him yet another look of confusion and he groused at my lack of awareness.

“You still have that to contend with,” he stated, pointing down at my lap where my tail rested.

The tail which remained to feel like an immovable log of petrified wood.

I let out a gulp and ruminated as I often did in times of uncertainty and caution, which was more often than I would’ve liked in my life before and up to this.

Right. How hard can that be? I blanched, trying to let the indigo of my scales soothe me.

Knowing me, not easy enough..

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