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The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [10/21].

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

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The best? Of his life? He remembered what had come before the kissing, right? Because Vette sure couldn't forget it, and she hadn't even been the one prancing around talking about hiring bluebirds to perform at weddings. She was faintly dubious about the ability of any of her kisses to outweigh that.

The enthusiasm behind those kisses of his managed to smash that dubiousness into dust for a few moments, though, as she hummed and leaned up against him. She had a billion and one questions about... all of it, had no idea where to even start, but those could wait until after they were finished kissing.

Everything could wait until after they were finished kissing.

To be fair, Sidon did have a little bit of a fish brain, in that whatever was happening to him at that particular moment was kind of all there was, something that he was trying to be better about, but something that was very much in effect when the moment in front of him was as spectacular as this.

Even with a little perspective, though, he probably wouldn't have changed his answer. He'd happily choose to relive something like this even over destroying giant octoroks from the inside out, though it was a very close race if he was completely honest.

But he did remember about breathing, and he eventually pulled away just in case she found she needed to do that again, smiling softly with a pleased sigh to match, unable to help himself from gently resting the point of his head against her forehead. Space to breathe, but not too far away at all.

That was the thing about it, right there. It wasn't just the kissing he was after, and Vette could tell that. There was something about the closeness, too. The holding her close, the nuzzle at the end. Even just the way the shape of his head and the drape of his fins seemed to blot out the rest of the world so that it all narrowed down to just the two of them.

"This is unreal," she murmured, smiling crookedly up at him. "I know we're both awake, we must be."

She was going to have to put up with some manner of 'I told you so' from Nina, wasn't she? Because there was no way she'd be able to get away with denying it from here on out.

"We have to be," Sidon agreed, trying to match the crookedness of that smile himself, but he couldn't keep it restrained to just that. "I don't think even dreams can be this wonderful."

...well, certainly not his dreams, which tended to be more along the lines of horrible death and the destruction of his worlds at the hands of an ancient evil monster than something like this, but that wasn't the point.

"If you keep saying things like that, it's going to go right to my head, you know," Vette teased.

... It probably wouldn't. She was still having too much trouble processing the fact that this was happening to really let it stroke her ego or anything.

"So... what do you suppose this is going to... I mean. Mean? Going forward, I mean."

Sidon had every intention to keep saying things like that until it did go to her head, where he would insist it belonged, so it looked like he was just going to keep saying things like that until the end of time.

"I...haven't even the faintest idea." He breathed out another laugh with the admission. "I didn't quite think this far ahead, to be honest. I...uh..." He may have braced himself slightly before he could venture that way, "what would you like, Vette? For it to...mean?"

"Me?" It was more a statement about Vette and less a statement about Sidon that she was actually a little surprised that she was being asked this question. What she wanted wasn't a question she was often afforded the luxury of being able to answer for herself.

She'd answered it once, when Nok had offered her freedom.

She'd answered it again, when she'd met Taunt and Plasmajack and Flash and had been offered a place in their gang.

Even her being here was a choice she hadn't been given. And now here was Sidon, asking her. Twisting her heart in her chest and setting her insides aflutter just by speaking four words.

What would you like?

"If I wake up now I'm going to be really angry," she murmured, fidgeting a little. "I'm afraid to answer this one. What if I do, and it isn't what you want?"

"Then it's okay," Sidon said, realizing at that moment that he'd been untruthful, even if he hadn't meant to have been. He did have an idea, and it was more than just faint, but he hadn't known it until he was now faced with his own options, and how they might correspond to hers. "I can adapt. I'm very good at that, you know, adapting, and I've had an astonishing amount of practice since coming here as well."

He smiled a little, certain that if he could adapt to winter, he could adapt to...this.

He'd rather not have to, but if he did, he would do it with the same determination and gust he applied to everything in his life.

"But, I must propose this to you first: what if you do, and it is what I want, too?"

He figured there was about a fifty-fifty chance on that one, and he'd been more optimistic on smaller odds before!

"Then I'll know I'm dreaming," Vette countered, looking up at him in something that was very nearly a challenge.

A little too terrified, somewhere deep down, to be a challenge.

"More kissing? Swimming lessons. You and me maybe... getting to know one another better. Not just about our people. Us." She tapered off, afraid to dare ask for more. Clearly just kind of... sitting on the rest of it.

There was enough of a challenge in there to make Sidon almost feel a little disappointed that she didn't wind up taking him up on it. He had a feeling she'd have been pleasantly surprised, although that did seem to be Vette's default setting around him more often than not.

Which wasn't a complaint in the slightest.

"I think," he said, "that that is an excellent start."

And he grinned, because if she thought that could possibly be all, then he was afraid he might just have to inform her that she was sorely mistaken. His newly soaring confidence at the moment simply wouldn't adapt to just that without at least a little effort on his part.

"But I do have to wonder: is that more kissing now or later?"

Start. Just like that. Not 'an excellent start,' but 'an excellent start.'

Like the beginning of something.

"That depends," she said, smiling that little lopsided smile again. "Is kissing all you want? Or did you have more than what I listed off in mind?"

And there stood another shining example of exactly why Sidon liked Vette so damn much. She'd noticed the difference.

"Not all, no," he said, matching her grin, then surpassing it again, because he just couldn't help it. "Though I cannot deny that it is certainly up there. All of the things you mentioned are, with...perhaps...one...small...but crucial addition..."

"And which addition might that be?"

Look, a girl had to ask.

Like, desperately, she had to ask. Because if she didn't ask and didn't get an answer and had to come up with the rest of it all on her own, she was probably going to just panic and turn into a puddle and die right here on the spot. And that would be a tragic end to that amazing dream, right there.

"This," Sidon said, his grin finally going a bit crooked and staying there, as he brushed his thumb against her cheek again. "Your smile. I want to see your smile more. I...spend far too much time just thinking about it, and not nearly enough time getting to see it."

Vette opened her mouth, and for a moment she was half terrified she was about to turn into a bird again, because the only sound she really managed was something a bit like a squeak. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and tried again.

"Y-you do?"

Hello, Sidon, you've just reduced the poor girl's thought processes to mush and goo. She might never recover, but what a way to go.

"I do," Sidon assured her with a faint nod, serious for a moment, it seemed, but the moment was chased away quickly with another smile, another faint laugh. "It''s terribly distracting, you know! It's going to absolutely wreak havoc on my studies!"

Something he did not sound bothered about at all.

"Your studies, huh?" Vette couldn't help but laugh a little at that. She had the sneaking suspicion that Sidon was about as worried about his grades as she was about her own. "And which studies might those be? I'll be extra careful to not smile when you're doing classwork, I promise."

It was impressive how well she could pull a serious face on a moment's notice, even if there was still clearly amusement in her eyes.

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