Wicked the Musical
e/R in a domestic scene, requested by anon.
(I know you requested canon-era but I didn’t remember D: whoever you are, I’m so sorry!)
The boy was pale as sea foam after the tanners had found him, and stayed that way for most of his life—he had been Taken by the water, and so the earth-brown of his tribe’s skin was not his to wear anymore. But this was good; that meant the ocean approved of their existence, returning him to them, with the Merling mark stark as a strange flower on his neck.
(Grantaire thinks he tastes the blood he’d drawn, sometimes, spicier and richer than any chum wine he manages to salvage during a frenzy. The phantom flavour blooms in his mouth cruelly, and sends him swimming restlessly out where the squalls churned the water black.)
The Merling shimmered like a knife when the sun bounced off his scales, and old scars from harpoons, from wrangling with fellow Merfolk, bit deep into the meat of his form. He is a clever strangler and hunter, and his teeth are sharp, but this does little to prevent the ache in his chest sometimes, when he remembers what he lacked, what he let go.
(Further inland, Enjolras arches wordlessly in his bed, feeling a ghost tongue lick its way down his neck, where his mark is, and further down, down tracing his spine where it ends and his Finless legs part to allow entry.)
(Salt, sweat, sea.)
» Merling AU
Grantaire became a Naga-eel thing with loose inspirations from barracuda, OTL. Bonus ‘Taire in full ‘bite’ mode and swimming around with chum ‘wine’. Also Enjolras.
some sleepy morning frickle frackle
coz obviously that’s the best way to start the day.
Under my wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings (you will find refuge)
ASEXUAL HOMOROMANTIC ENJOLRAS AND BISEXUAL GRANTAIRE IN A LOVELY CUDDLY RELATIONSHIP THAT IS MUTUALLY SATISFACTORY AND NO LESS IMPORTANT THAN SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS