Take my hand {male needed pafp}

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Wouldnt you like to find out?" She crossed her arms over the rock and leaned on it.
    "I'll just tell you this for now, I've been alive for a very very long time." She shrugged and set an item wrapped in seaweed on the rock.
    "And its just as bad. Both are highly carcinogenic remember. Although it just effects different parts of the body." She plucked the joint from his fingers and took a puff.
    "A smoke or a drink every hundred or so years dosent do all too much damage."







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    ~Oc~

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    David shrugged. "Whatever you say." He took a long drag on his own joint and blew out a puff of smoke. "One or two a day won't kill me. Not right away, in any case." He reached forward and grabbed the seaweed wrapped package tentatively. "So what is it?" He asked as he slowly unwrapped the thing. "A bar of gold from a sunkenpirate ship? A bottle with a map leading to buried treasure? A waterlogged NES?"

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "It's a piece of jewelry that is very important to the culture of mermaids." She watched him open it, the bit of onyx attatched to a golden chain wrought with various runes sparkled in the sun.
    "It is a token of appreciation. If they ever catch you out at sea they will know you are an important human and will not eat you." She combed a bit of seaweed from her hair and tossed it to sea.
    "They will help you get back to land if you are in danger"




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    ~Oc~

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    Practical took both of the gifts with a relaxed smile on his face. "Thanks. I really appreciate this." He pondered over the chain with the onyx on it for a moment, then slipped it over his head and wore it like a necklace. "...will I ever see you again?" The question was asked casually, but Moors felt himself awaiting the answer with bated breath. This strange girl was the first person he'd felt completely comfortable aroundin ages. And another meeting wasn't that unlikely, was it?

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    From under thick black lashes she used silver eyes to watch him put on the necklace. Against his throat it seemed to glow with an inner fire like that of a black opal. Raising her eyebrows, caste shifted her gaze to the horizon. "no problem" She looked back at him when he asked the question, his body language spoke more than his mouth did. He was tense for an answer and she could see it with eyes that missed nothing and havent missed a thing since 1912. Her heart was another matter, the long cold organ that pumped life craved something she couldnt put her finger on. Raising her gaze back to his she shrugged.
    "I... dont know..." she said quietly, a voice in the back of her mind spoke differently, speaking but one word.
    Hopefully.




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    ~Oc~

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    ~Oc~ sure

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    Several months passed. Moors all but forgot about his encounter with the mermaid, taking it as some kind of hallucination or dream while he was stoned. But despite that rationalization, he couldn't explain the newfound sense of loneliness that accompanied him everywhere. Near the end of the summer, some of his coworkers convinced him to come on a boating trip with them, and, thinking of the mermaid, he agreed.


    Well, this trip was a mistake, Moors thought as he clung desperately to the mast of the small fishing boat he and his coworkers had taken out. Another wwave crashed into the ship as the hurricane roared around them. This one knocked Moors out of the craft, and he sank beneath the waves, vaguely hearing the others on board calling his name. I'm...going to drown. I'm going to die, he thought as he sank. There was no way he could survive in these waters with the storm going on. suddenly, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A shark? Well, perhaps that was a better alternative than drowning.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    Caste had gone back to her duties under the sea. Her excursion on land all but forgotten but told occasionally as a teasing story by others. None had found out about the boy, practical moors and she intended to keep it that way. Her life had continued, but a feeling of loneliness had crept into her bones.




    under the water, an uneasiness was surrounding all things living. Storms didnt hurt them too much, not like on land, but the hurling waves could ruin things hard built. Not only that, but there was a boat on the water, caste knew who was on it but she spoke none of it. The people on the ship were far away from land and they were in open water probably lost. While guiding fish to safety, she noticed the boat jolt and a figure fly off of it, hitting the water roughly. Watching as it sunk, she felt her heart stop but she was launched into action. slapping the seafloor with her tail in her efforts to get there quicker sent up a cloud of sand in her haste. Seeing him sinking, leaving a trail of bubbles in his stead broke her heart and only had her go quicker to get to him. taking him in her arms she went to the surface for him to get air, but a wave sent them back down.




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    ~Oc~

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    Moors could barely feel as a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and began to drag him up towards the surface, and he barely felt them being pushed back down. His head was aching from the water pressure, and he couldn't...couldn't breathe...couldn't...stay...awake...with one last burst of bubble from his mouth, he fell unconscious. In another few moments, he would be dead. Drowned.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Shi.t fuc.k. what do I do? What do I do?" Caste hissed at herself. Shaking her head, she gulped and did the only thing that came to mind. Shutting her eyes tightly, she pressed her lips to his and gave him some of her air until he could get his own. Opening her eyes again, she saw she was surrounded by mermaids, the sacred necklace floating around his neck from his shirt, the jewel raised higher than the rest of it as if it were full of air and attempting to reach the surface.




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    ~Oc~

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    Moors opened his eyes slowly as he realized he could breathe. He felt something warm pressing against his mouth...and he saw eyes, beautiful and silver, like a sandy beach at twilight. His eyes widened i shock as he realized that the owner of those eyes was Caste...and she was kissing him! Galncing around, he saw more shapes swimming around them and got a feeling of dread in the pit of his gut.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    In a circle around them at erratically spaced intervals, the mermaids slowly opened their mouths one by one, emitting a low, eerie sound. As the sound grew in octaves and volume, they all raised their hands to the sky palm skyward. As they did this, the necklace began to glow. The higher the voices got the brighter it grew.
    "Oh gods..." Caste whispered, looking at the spectacle in fear




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    ~Oc~

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    Practical watched this all happen in awe, his mouth agape. Yet, somehow, he didn't feel like he was drowning anymore. The water around his necklace began to boil, and he looked at caste, a question on his now pale face.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    She shook her head, as dumbstruck as he. These were the elders, knowing of the oldest magykks. Much older than even she these creatures had been alive for many centuries. This was ancient magyykks, dark and mysterious. Still with him in her arms, she noticed the jewel reacting the water as well




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    ~Oc~

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    Practical closed his eyes, trying to block the chanting out of his mind. Whatever was going to happen would happen, and he had no choice but to calm down and wait.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    Shutting her eyes, she wrapped her arms around practical and cleared her mind, calling.forth her own magyk. Sighing out once she exerted all of her energy into transporting the two of them elsewhere




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    ~Oc~

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    ~Oc~ Tbh I have no idea where I'm going with this but maybe somewhere on land? She becomes like a selkie and he has to teach her to walk? Idk but maybe they pop up
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    I like the first idea.


    Moors groaned and sat up, looking around. They were...on land? Yeah. In fact, they were on the sidewalk just outside of his apartment complex. Thankfully, it was early morning and no one would see the mermaid lying on the sidewalk. Wait a minute! He whirled, expecting to see Caste flopping around like a beach fish.