[ After the fight, Choromatsu swam back to the section of the reef he shared with his brothers. The others were still awake, waiting for him, but when they approached he told them all to "fuck off"... and for once they complied. Leaving him alone.
Choromatsu didn't go to bed. He sat at the table they usually shared meals at, and stayed there face down using his arms as a pillow for a very long time. But once he was sure everyone else was in bed, after he had spent a long time in thought, he gets up and begins to pack his belongings into a small bag. It's not a whole lot but it's at least the things he cherishes and thinks he needs. And then he slips away from the reef in the middle of the night.
He doesn't know yet how he'll do it, how he'll stay away from his father. He's sure the god has done something to keep him from shore, and he'd track him down no matter where he went so long as he stayed in the water. Running away from home was going to be difficult, but he couldn't stay there... he had to try. Maybe if he breached the surface and hitched a ride on a ship...
On the way though, he passes the grotto, and though he knows he shouldn't, he can't help taking a moment to go back there. He moves rocks out of the way, trying to find what he can to salvage, but in particular Takumi's knife, the first present he had received from the prince.
He finds it, but like most of his things it's been broken in some way and just seeing it causes him to break down crying once more.
That's when they appeared.
A pair of talking fish, circling him like predators and whispering sweet words to him. Oh you poor child, you poor sweet child, what a horrible thing to happen to you, whatever will you do? If only we could help you...
It... was fishy to say the least. Fish don't normally speak; their place was as pets, food or predators to avoid, and their words felt too honey soaked to be genuine. But all his attempts to leave were blocked as the trout thought aloud about who could help such a dear, sad child.
"Please just leave me alone--"
"Perhaps... the sea witch can."
And that was when Choromatsu realized their game.
As his father had said he knew better. He knew much better than to ever go to the sea witch. They had all encountered her as children and seen what she was capable of... even if she was adorable. Her magic was evil and he knew be...tter...
But the more they spoke to him the more he realized he had no other choice. No one else could help him and at this rate he was never going to see Dia or Takumi ever again...
"You could be together.... forever..."
And what reason did he have to trust his father anymore? Maybe he was wrong about her... Either way...
"...Take me to her."
He couldn't stay here.
And that's how he ended up here now following the fish in the near pitch blackness of the ocean to where the sea witch lived, entering her abode with a heavy feeling in his heart. ]
the stupid boy does the stupid thing
Choromatsu didn't go to bed. He sat at the table they usually shared meals at, and stayed there face down using his arms as a pillow for a very long time. But once he was sure everyone else was in bed, after he had spent a long time in thought, he gets up and begins to pack his belongings into a small bag. It's not a whole lot but it's at least the things he cherishes and thinks he needs. And then he slips away from the reef in the middle of the night.
He doesn't know yet how he'll do it, how he'll stay away from his father. He's sure the god has done something to keep him from shore, and he'd track him down no matter where he went so long as he stayed in the water. Running away from home was going to be difficult, but he couldn't stay there... he had to try. Maybe if he breached the surface and hitched a ride on a ship...
On the way though, he passes the grotto, and though he knows he shouldn't, he can't help taking a moment to go back there. He moves rocks out of the way, trying to find what he can to salvage, but in particular Takumi's knife, the first present he had received from the prince.
He finds it, but like most of his things it's been broken in some way and just seeing it causes him to break down crying once more.
That's when they appeared.
A pair of talking fish, circling him like predators and whispering sweet words to him. Oh you poor child, you poor sweet child, what a horrible thing to happen to you, whatever will you do? If only we could help you...
It... was fishy to say the least. Fish don't normally speak; their place was as pets, food or predators to avoid, and their words felt too honey soaked to be genuine. But all his attempts to leave were blocked as the trout thought aloud about who could help such a dear, sad child.
"Please just leave me alone--"
"Perhaps... the sea witch can."
And that was when Choromatsu realized their game.
As his father had said he knew better. He knew much better than to ever go to the sea witch. They had all encountered her as children and seen what she was capable of... even if she was adorable. Her magic was evil and he knew be...tter...
But the more they spoke to him the more he realized he had no other choice. No one else could help him and at this rate he was never going to see Dia or Takumi ever again...
"You could be together.... forever..."
And what reason did he have to trust his father anymore? Maybe he was wrong about her... Either way...
"...Take me to her."
He couldn't stay here.
And that's how he ended up here now following the fish in the near pitch blackness of the ocean to where the sea witch lived, entering her abode with a heavy feeling in his heart. ]
H...Hello?