Mer!Klance.
A mermaid rescues a drowning sailor from the ship that had been his doom, but there's still a crew to be saved and a unique friendship to be forged.
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I hope I didn't abandon this fic permanently, but don't expect updates in the near f...
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This adorable boi was made by Elentori on Tumblr.
I want to pinch his widdle cheeks, if I'm being honest.
xXx
Despite all the things he'd encountered and survived in the last three days, Keith was sure that boredom would be the death of him. There was absolutely nothing to do besides stare at rust spots, and if he moved around much, Kuron yelled at him because it made too much noise for him to sleep comfortably. And of course making conversation was out of the question. So Keith sat there, trying to figure out what to do with himself in the meantime to try and keep a grip on his sanity.
Needless to say, it wasn't going very well.
Counting the boards making up the floor and wall of the cell only lasted about two minutes, and he couldn't see the rest of the room well enough to count all of them. When he tried to do the math to figure it out, all he got was a headache and a strong urge to run and get Pidge. Not that he could do that anytime soon.
Great. Now he missed them again.
Kuron shifted slightly. Maybe, if Keith was lucky, he could start a conversation again when he woke up. Anything was better than sitting in this painful silence.
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Lance did his best to try and keep his mind from wandering too much as he propelled himself steadily forward. If he left his thoughts to their own devices, all he could do was worry about Keith, and he knew that wouldn't do him any good.
What were they going to do to him? If they were going to kill him, they would have done it already. Clearly he was still alive, and seeing as the necklace didn't seem to suddenly spike in warmth, it didn't seem that they were torturing him. Keith had mentioned his crew potentially being sold into slavery. Was that Keith's fate if Lance couldn't save him? Serving some ruthless master until the end of his days?
He felt his necklace grow slightly warmer again, and a thought occurred to him: If, when he worried about Keith, he made Keith's necklace grow warmer, making Keith worry about him, in turn making his own necklace warmer, therefore making him more worried? Ugh, that kind of thinking made his head hurt.
And now he was worrying about Keith again.
He really needed to work on the whole 'not letting his mind wander' thing.
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"You really are talkative, aren't you?"
"I don't see anything better to do."
"Sleep does wonders."
"Not for me."
Kuron sighed. "Listen, kid-- because you really are young, I don't care how experienced you might be-- I don't see why you insist on talking so much. Can't we just sit in peace and quiet and enjoy the sounds of all the stuff we're not drowning in?"
