He had always despised how Sirius talked of the humans, the two-legged, earth-dwelling, disgusting creatures. Hated how he admired them, their music, the colors in the above, the cultures. Hated it, and resented it. Resented how his brother spoke so fondly of those creatures. And damned be he by Triton's trident, if he didn't desperately wish to see it for himself. Curiosity would kill him, his father said.

That was until the storm.

He had been enjoying the rain on his skin, sitting on a rock, when he noticed a ship being thrown across wave after wave, ripping through the wooden boards, men going overboard for a chance of survival. Except one.. One who stayed, trying to weather the storm, trying, trying, trying...

But after a while, trying isn't very good enough, is it? He too fell overboard, passed out.. And Regulus.. Well, this was his chance to prove to himself humans weren't that important. And by the gods, he was wrong.. If this was a gift from Poseidon, or Aphrodite, he did not know...

The prince, evident from his gold necklace, his attire, according to Sirius, was absolutely gorgeous..

The first thing he noticed about the human was the color of his hair.. So different from his own, but a color that held power. He felt something.. pulling him towards the human, to touch and learn of how the hair would feel under his fingertips..

But the unconscious human wouldn't grant him such a chance. He would not touch the human without its consent, and the human was clearly not in a position to give one. He would bring him to shore, to somewhere safe.

So he did just that. Brought him to shore, sitting by his side.

Humans, despite the things Sirius had told him, were delicate. Fragile. He had always assumed they looked more.. Rough, for some reason. But maybe that was just their appearances.

He ran his hands over the humans arms and face, the sharp jawline, the soft cheeks, the long neck.. It was almost mesmerizing to touch human skin.. Something he never would have thought in his entire life, until now.