The crystalline surface of the water caught his eye. Like a siren's song, it called to him.

The sun reflected off the surface, shining, shimmering, the clear water as enchanting as the purest gemstone; as invigorating as the richest ambrosia.

Beneath his hood, his tentacles unfurled, relaxing from their carefully wound up state.

Wasser. His mind screamed. Now.

And then all 270 lbs/122 kg of Austrian military man fell face first into the pool of the hotel he and his partner were staying at for their holiday.

As he was submerged in the cool water, he was at peace. He swore he heard an angel choir somewhere in the distance.

Taking his mask off, he allowed his tentacles to fully extend, swaying in the water eagerly as he relaxes. After a good few minutes, he rises back to the surface, catching your eye.

"Meine Liebe, join me!” He called, brushing his hair back with a tentacle. “The water is lovely!”

A part of König wished to shy away as you got a full view of his hybrid features, but he batted such feelings away; he'd been with you nearly two years now. He had nothing to worry about. He knew you loved him just as much as he loved you, after all.