I say Mer you say Man!...Merman? (Voltron/Klance)

Darkness That Wraps Around Lungs.

Keith's POV

It wasn't often that I would get out of the house like this, just me and my own thoughts was a rare occasion. Shiro hadn't seem like himself lately after the whole breakup with Allura and everything. He seemed more distant and out of mind than usual, I wouldn't blame him, she did it in a quite harsh way with how long they had been together, to just be over text is quite heartbreaking. I couldn't help but clench onto his arm whenever he looked at me with such sad eyes, he never looked like that. Well there was one other time he looked at me like that but it was so long ago I thought I would never see those dreadful crinkles between his eyes and the droopiness of the black shadowed gaze he so bared that made my stomach crumble. I just wanted to go out and find something peaceful for the time being, give him some time alone like I knew he would give me when I was down. 

It didn't take long for me to find my natural favorite spot along the coastline of the beach. I wouldn't necessarily say I was fond of the pesky sharp like pieces of sand in-between the curves of my toes or the constant squawking of hungry seagulls above that you always had to be aware of just encase they felt generous that day. But the soft cool breeze against my face that drifted through the strands of my raven black hair and carried the scent of faraway shops but also the rising sea, the glow of the sun that hit the horizon and struck the water with such radiance it fills my body with a new found sense of peace and tranquility. This is what I come here for whenever times seem to get tough.        

 My father used to bring me here and walk along the beach with me, telling stories of mermaids that would wash ashore to assist distress men in need whenever they had fallen heartbroken or out of touch with life. Their beauty and elegance guiding sailors back to docks before storms could brew and set them back from their families that awaited them back home. I remember the times he would scoop me up into his arms and ruffle my hair heading towards the water but not before rolling his favorite old worn jean's cuffs past his ankle and walking just to the very edge of the water, where the memorizing waves would oh so gently tap the mushy sand beneath it, making the colours change from a light to a dark shade the lower you traveled down to the water. Again and again it felt like a trance and than he would look at me with his usual gentle fatherly like eyes and say.

"Keith my son if you ever can't find yourself or you don't know where you belong in this big open world. Look out to the sea and listen, just listen to the call of the waves to guide you. The shifting of the tides to control your flow of thoughts and the simple gentle tapping of the wind above your head to clear your anxieties and misunderstandings so you can move forth and keep on going like the strong men I raised you to be."

So I did, whenever times got rough. I would come here and sit in our once chosen spot that laid just beside an old crabs shell which of course over the course of ten years had broken down into mere fibers of specks of dust like particles but its memory of just even existing in the past still so far implemented into my skull that it felt like it wasn't just a few mere pieces of bone matter but as if it was still the pretty light pink shell that was once a home to a medium sized crustacean, that lived its life among the water freely. Sometimes I would wonder what it would be like to be something besides a human. To be out in the wild and live with such a basic setting. Of course it wouldn't be my cup of tea to be hunted if I wasn't so lucky on the list that depicts your dangerous standards or per say your intimidation standards but to be able to live peacefully. To live without the constant stress of peoples thoughts, stares and opinions. To be able to interact and not be judged for every single little mistake you did. Sometimes that fantasy was a little to bittersweet to grasp onto. A bird was a prime example, spreading your wings and shoring past trees that graced your side ever so closely. Chirping in the morning as the sun roused to the daily routine and just the sense of adventure to go out and explore without a care in the world.