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Pretty Please (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
Gio felt nothing. He had never felt emotions in his life; not when his mother died, not when his father made him captain of his own soldiers, not even when Prince Terrma tried to court him. Perhaps he was broken - mayhaps he was the prime ideal Cestradae - his father had told him this was how all their kind were before being introduced to the other races. Gio didn't really buy it, but who was he to argue with his father? It wasn't like the land dwellers made a difference; they avoided Gio's kind like some sort of deadly disease. Even merchants avoided them unless it was necessary.

It was one of this instances that Gio was forced on land. He was told to meet with a trader to help restock their apothecary with goods only found on land, and in return the land dweller received special herbs only found in the deep ocean. Gio was indifferent; he had never been asked to make trade before, but the apothecary was too busy to leave to meet the trader on the beach.
 
Sereina waited patiently on the shore, her cart loaded to the brim for her client. She was by all means, attractive, even for an elf. She had no clue that the trade would be going differently this time.
 
The waves shifted, signaling that the Cestradae was coming ashore. But instead of the beautifully pale gold female shark woman Sereina was used to, it was a large muscled shark man; his scales dark as pitch with piercing amber eyes. He stalked onto the sand, pulling the specially crafted wagon behind him with the herbs needed to trade.
 
She stood. “She could not make it?” She asked. Something was strange about this one, he moved so stiffly.
 
He lifted his gaze when she spoke and stood frozen. His heart skipped and began to thump, and for the first time ever, he felt his body run hot. What was this?
"Uh..." He fumbled with his words and forced himself to look down so he could collect them, "No...Dessia is busy...you will be dealing with me today...forgive any inconvenience..."
 
“I see..” she said. “Are.. well.. forgive me, are you ill..? You seem to be uneasy..”
 
She nodded. “My apologies..” she said, moving to start unloading her cart. Her figure made his blood boil.
 
This was so foreign. He had no idea what to do or what to say. Should he say something? Should he give his name? The only comparison he had was Terrma, but he already knew Terrma. Fuck.
"Gio," he sputtered out, "of the Southern Seas."
 
She paused and looked back at him. “Uh.. I am Sereina, of the Western Woodlands..” she said.
 
Sereina. He watched her work, forgetting everything Dessia told him he needed to do when he met the trader. He was supposed to do something, wasn't he?
 
Visions of their life together danced in his head as she unloaded her cart, occasionally looking back with confusion.
 
He just...stood there. Did he really not know what to do? Did Dessia grab the first poor sod she saw?
He looked up when he felt her staring and looked away, clearly embarrassed.
 
He carried the herbs from his cart to hers, walking back with the trade she brought and going back and forth.
 
"Will I see you again?" He asked before recoiling like he had been struck, "Ah, sorry...that must have been strange..."
 
“Well, we have an ongoing agreement for the herbs, so yes you might run into me again if you take another run..” she said
 
He bid her farewell and pulled the wagon into the sea, his gils flaring as he let out a loud moan once he submerged, "G-Gods...~ I-I want her...~ I need her...~"
 
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