♡Y/n is a blind mermaid. she's been living with her blindfold since some drunk teenagers hurt her by purpose, and she lost her sight. it was a gift from her dear kidnapped best friend.
♡Scaramouche is an artist with family issues who often likes to...
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The sea waves were crushing against the dark rocks. The only sources of light were the moon, that was reflecting his round shape on the seemingly black water, and the torch of the painter's phone.
He was looking for something to paint, some inspiration, a place where he could be himself and escape from the oppression of the human world, and most importantly, from his house. His brush was leaving colored strokes of paint behind it, painting beautifully the smooth and once white surface of the canva that he kept in his small car all the time.
His wooden easel kept steady his artwork. With him, he brought also a small chair where he could sit every now and then, a few canvas, a box full acrylic paint and brushes, two of his countless palettes and a black hoodie with printed the logo of his favorite band in case he got cold. In his car he left some snacks and water. He was cleaning his brushes inside a small bowl that was filled with water and a big towel that he stole from what he should call "mother" and her partner, that he hated that much.
He decided that he would paint a classic; the moon reflected on the dark waves of the ocean. Though he kept his personal touch on the scenery; he decided to paint the white and pure moon in a different color. It took him quite a lot to choose the colors, but in the end, he opted for a more apocalyptic choice of colors. The red sky with the orange clouds was mixed together beautifully with the grey rocks and the bourdeaux waters, with white reflections. He also added a non-existent figure to it; a mermaid. Her skin was blue-ish, while her beautiful hair were cut short, with an extravagant styling to them. The tail of the said creature was colored, but he added some waste around her. A plastic bag around her throat like some sort of necklace, an aluminum shell was on her hair, and her bra was made from a piece of fishing net.
Meanwhile, under the water, three merpeople were swimming towards the shore. A beautiful mermaid with pure s/c skin, stunning hair, and adorable face traits. Her tail was moving hesitantly under the surface. Her small and scaley hand was keeping tight the hand of a merman. He was guiding her, together with the help of one of their servants. She was blind. The blindfold that was covering her eyes was a sign of that.
She wanted to go towards the shore, to feel the fresh breeze on her skin, and between her hair. The fact that she was blind wasn't helpful, especially with the dark. Her brother Shuya and her servants or friends were always there for her to help the mermaid to swim safely in the hidden kingdom that her parents rule.
A small splashing sound could be heard after some time. A few moments later three merpeople were sitting on the sand, which was shining under the moon. It's a pity that y/n couldn't see any of that. They were chatting, talking, and laughing. Shuya was describing to his little sister the environment around them, the colors, the lights, and the human that was looking at them. Wait- a human?!
Scaramouche was looking at the merpeople who were sitting peacefully. His eyes were wide open. Was he in a stupor? Shock? Amazement? Was he dreaming? The indigo-haired man decided to pinch his arm, and no, he wasn't dreaming. The human grabbed his phone with shaky hands and took a photo of the mythical creatures. He wanted to paint them. He was intrigued by them. He just found his new inspiration.
Too late, because they were already gone before he could approach them. He just managed to see a mermaid that was being dragged into the ocean with the other two mermen. However he could see something that he wasn't expecting to see. Was it a white, lace stripe with some pearls in it? He examined the object and kept it in his pocket. "I could use this to paint" he thought. Little did he know that for the mermaid who lost this blindfold, this seemingly common object meant everything.
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Worry count: 763
A/n Hey! This is my first real story with one plot, and I'm so excited about that! I hope that you all like this, and I also hope that all of this will make sense somehow. Gimme y'all opinions! Bye luvs<3
