Eddie was beached.

He was panicking, drowning— suffocating? Suffocating was a better word, but really did it even matter? He was dying, and everything went blurry when he heard a voice. A soothing cry of concern, fear, and wonder.

Next thing he knew, you were mouth to mouth trying to give his life back. And it was working? He woke up, everything a blur and saw you. Your fuzzy figure right in front of the sun. His eyes focused, and you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He didn’t know humans could be this beautiful— it scared him a little.

He clawed his way to the water, the soft waves meeting his dry skin. When it hit his gills, he’d never been happier. And he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your hair…your skin…your figure. Your figure. Poseidon strike him down.

He decided to try to court you. Bring shells to the shore— or as far as he could get them, anyway. He started with a magnificent conch shell.

“Please…please…please.” He mumbled to himself, his tail swishing against the waves whilst his curls stuck to his skin soggily. His hair was much prettier in the ocean.