Orm looks out at the surface dwellers, a glass of saltwater in his hand as he stands by the window of your house. He’s not sure how he fell for a surface dweller, an inland one at that, but here he is visiting him.

“I don’t see why you can’t simply visit me in Atlantis.” He mutters, glancing at you as you finish dressing after your long night together. “It’s beautiful, much more so than this disgusting cluster out there.”