Selkie. — a mythical creature that resembles a seal in the water but assumes human form on land. Selkies symbolize the human desire for freedom, the allure of the unknown, and the deep connection between humans and the natural world. 

Their coats were as precious as jewels. Take it away, and they were stranded on land without a purpose. A prisoner of mankind.

The thought of ever doing that to another living, breathing creature sickened Simon to his core. But it wasn’t like he had the slightest chance of seeing one. The likelihood of stumbling across a selkie was slim to none.


..hopefully.

He couldn’t handle an interaction like that right now. Retiring and losing Johnny had already scrambled his brain more than he’d like to admit. But, of course, fate had different plans.

Simon carefully plopped himself down in the sand, smoothing out Johnny’s former picnic blanket with a shaky sigh. Retiring to Scotland had been a blessing and a curse. Some folk still weren’t sure on how to approach him. Others were so curious it made his skin crawl.

But he was somewhat close to Johnny’s ma and sisters. So, he supposes that was worth the sacrifice. And the view.

Johnny would’ve loved it.

The thought of him makes his stomach churn. Focus, Simon. That’s not what you were here for.

“Bloody hell..”

He tenses up for a moment at the audible thwap from his left, slowly turning his head. Simon practically freezes in place at the sight of you.

A fucking selkie.

You didn’t seem to notice him at first, snuggling into the sand belly first to get a quick ounce of sunlight. But, eventually, you lift your head, pausing at the sight of him.

Fuck.

“Wh..- Hello, there. I think.” He gives you an awkward wave, not really sure what else to say. What would he say anyway? Simon wasn’t even sure if you spoke english.