Cristiano (surf_n_sand) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-11-23 17:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~cristiano, ~juliet sully |
Who: Juliet & Cristiano
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Sully Pool
What: Island Trickery makes Cris a man without the mer
Rating: Medium High Maybe
Closed, Though Sully's in the home may hear a man's manly scream. Possibly open later~
Afternoon at the Sully House. How nice. Cristiano lay back upon the bottom of the pool's floor reading from his phone. He had found the Internet and a thing called Tumblr, something that amused him greatly. Often did he laugh as he scrolled down his dashboard, which wasn't really filled with anything purposeful but whatever default things had come up. Some were humorous moving images that he stared at because they were moving images, some because they were inappropriate and fascinating. He read political posts and seemed to try to understand human politics but in the end scrolled down further as he came to the
conclusion humans had a silly political system.
It was about three when Cristiano stopped his Tumble as a sharp sort of pain ran up his tail along the right hand side where one could equate a knee. His brow furrowed at the twinge but he relaxed a moment later as if nothing happened. A hand rubbed the area where his scales had felt pinched, then he leaned back and resumed playing with his phone. Several minutes later there was another pain, harsher than the last, and he dropped the cell phone as he turned to lean on his left side. The pain went away but there was a pressure now, as if he had dived too deep, and his hands fist pressed into the stone, tanned knuckles going white. His eyes closed, he took a great breath, held it, then slowly exhaled through grit teeth. How did the water pressure change so suddenly? He felt like he were being held under a good two hundred pounds.
Then it was just gone. Cristiano sighed in relief, ran a hand through his hair and open-closed his fingers to work out the pain from having clenched his fist so tightly. Then he screamed when he saw his tail of beautiful blues with bold yellow highlights was no longer a tail, no longer a large, strong fin, not a scale in sight. Instead he had legs like any other terragog, both feet with five toes each, tan skin that matched the rest of him, and body hair upon said legs as well as in places he had not personally seen on the outside of anything. He felt exposed, unsafe, and uncomfortable.
But at least he could breathe under water. So when he screamed again it was this time for his sweetheart and adoration.
"JULIET!"