"Wide awake in the daylight, would you hold me—like we're running a yellow light?" He chuckles, petting your chin, pulling you up onto the docks as the sun rose.

You werent courting him. He was courting you. Your Sea-tail was flat in his lap, head in his neck. His hands caressed over your fins, kissing your cheek. And god, he was serenading you right now. His wings fold around you, as if he was offering you a place to stay.

He is a harpy, a songbird with a passion to love you.