Fandom High Dormitories

An awful lot had changed for Sidon in the approximate year between bouts of this particular Fandom quirkiness. Well, perhaps it was really only the one thing, and it was a big one, and, if he was completely honest, the feelings and emotions and sense of utter longing and desire were not too dissimilar to something he'd been feeling for a while now, only...amplified. And at first, he didn't think much of it. It was only natural, after all; here he was, a young, strong, virile prince in his budding prime, wildly, madly in love with the most magnificent, brilliant, astonishing, beautiful, wonderful person he had ever had the honor and privlege to have met. If he didn't wake up every morning absolutely overflowing with passionate feelings in that regard, well, then, something was clearly wrong.

Today, though, he had to admit, there certainly seemed to be something much more in it. An almost overwhelming drive to it, which was say a lot, for him. Perhaps it was just the day. It was warm again, the kind of weather that sent his whole body practically lurching for the sea, yes, yes, a swim would be perfect today, what an excellent use of his energy, diving under the water, testing his speed, his distance, his height as he lept into the water and came crashing down, all the marine life scattering in his wake, except perhaps a few brave, curious ones looking for...

...and that's what stopped him. Yes, all of this energy was quite familiar to him lately, but there was that something extra there that suddenly reminded him of the last time, around this time of year, where he'd spent nearly all his time in the water...

...and there had been...a dolphin.

It was...awkward.

And if he went for a swim now and there were more dolphins, then it was likely to get exponentially more awkward.

Soooo....right. No swimming today! Which was unfortunate, because swimming certainly was one of Sidon's most effective ways of taking care of his energy when his energy was even too energetic for himself. But he had to do something about it, lest he'd wind up tracking down Vette after her class and likely behaving in a way that would be most undignified and un-prince-like.

Behavior he may have spent much longer thinking about just then before, feeling very glad that Zora weren't prone to things like blushing, chastising himself and making a very firm decision for a much more...appropriate alternative.

To the salle! Where some hard work with the long shaft of his trident was sure to help him expend some of this energy in the most beneficial way, to help keep his mind of swimming and dolphins and girlfriends and everything else.

Though, really, it was effectively just him going through the motions aggressively while thinking of a million and one different ways to shower Vette with affection this week. Because she was definitely going to get showered with affection at every opportunity he could find. There was a downright storm coming.

[[open!]]

[[i'm so sorry]]

Take it easy, the staff at the clinic had said. Let yourself heal, they said. No problem, Sidon had said, flashing a grin and a pump of his fist that sent his injured shoulder screaming and him falling back on the pillow with pain.

So he was going to take it easy. But taking it easy, he was discovering, was not so easy at all!

He wanted to fight; he wanted to train and get better because Sunday had been far too close of a call for comfort, and he kept hearing Mipha's soft, proud voice in his head, Sweet Sidon, should fate ever part us, I'm counting on you...to protect our beloved home from harm.

I believe in you.

What if Breq hadn't been there? Who would protect Zora's Domain if he had perished so young and foolishly? He needed to be stronger, he needed to be smarter.

And he needed to heal. That, just then, was the hardest part for him, and he was getting restless staying in his tank all day, and he couldn't really swim because it would be too taxing for his body and too cold right now anyway. He could eat, though, and he had some sushi he'd picked up on the way home waiting in the fridge, and he had decided it might be a good time to brush up on his English reading, so he had a terrifyingly good book to keep him distracted. He knew things got a little quieter in the breaks between semesters, but perhaps someone would be about and keep him company eventually if he curled up on the couch (well..."curl" was a very...relative word in his case) in the common room for a bit to pass a little time.

And heal.

[[open common room is open!]]