Prompt Post No. 6
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Arthur shrugged. “I swim, I catch and eat fish, I chase other merpeople out of my territory, sometimes I race dolphins or get in fights with sharks over kills.”
“Where is your territory?”
“From that lighthouse up east of us out to a coral formation a few miles out to sea, over to a sunken ship down west of us and straight in to the coast from there.”
“How far west is the sunken ship?”
“Er, there's a church on the shore around how far it is.”
“Oh, ok.”
They lapsed into another silence. Arthur seemed to be content to stare at Eames, which made Eames fidget wildly.
“Um!” Eames said rather loudly into the quiet.
“Yes?” Arthur grinned widely, like Eames was the most amusing thing on earth.
“Are there many other merpeople around here?”
“There are a few. None are very interesting, and not very many of them ever feel like stealing other people's fish, which makes for boring days.”
“Oh. Are there any cities down there?” Eames tried valiantly to keep the silence at bay.
“A couple.” Arthur yawned, displaying all three rows of teeth. “They're not very nice places in my opinion. You only go there if you can't carve out of piece of ocean for yourself, or if you want to exploit the weak little fuckers who can't do so. I like to steer clear of 'em.”
“Oh.”
Arthur returned to staring as Eames ran out of things to say. Being a fisherman didn't lend itself to great conversational skills, and apparently, neither did being a merman. Eames checked all of his lines, though he knew nothing would be biting with Arthur here, then made sure all of the lines were well anchored in the boat, then carefully rewound the extra line he had in the boat. Arthur was still staring when he was done.
Eames scratched his nose, nervous under Arthur's unwavering gaze, he rubbed at a stain on his trousers, he ran a hand through his hair, he scratched his arm, he rubbed his hands together.
“Er, when are you leaving?” Eames finally asked, eyes darting towards everything but at Arthur.
“I dunno. I can leave now if you want me to.” Arthur was smiling amusedly again.
“Oh, uh, well, you don't have to,” Eames rubbed at the back of his neck.
“Don't mind me, Eames. What is it that you do all day, sitting out in this boat?”
“Um, I carve things sometimes, and I sing sometimes, and I knit sometimes, but most of the time, I just sit and think and stuff.”
“Yeah? You wanna sing to me?” Arthur's eyes were playful.
“God no!” Eames blushed. “I am a terrible singer!”
“I bet the fish like it, though,” Arthur was back to his shark grin.
“Yeah, no, I bet they hate it. They probably give me a kilometer radius when I sing.”
“Is that so? You've never caught anything while singing, then?”
“Well, no, I have, but they must've all been deaf, because I sound about like a wounded cat.”
“I'm sure it's not as bad as all of that.”
“I assure you, it is.”
“Well, give me a few bars and let me hear you so I can make a judgment for myself.”
“Yeah, that is not going to happen. Ever.”
“Oh really?” Arthur showed all of his teeth. “We'll see about that. I suppose I should let you catch some fish now.” Arthur shoved away from the boat.
“See you tomorrow?”
“Certainly,” Arthur ducked back under again. Eames smiled and hummed under his breath all afternoon.
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Also, Eames carves and sings and knits! ♥ forever!
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Loving this so hard, anon. So hard.
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