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Imagine Orm being forced to escape the ocean after what went down in Atlantis and you finding him and nursing him back to health and him falling in love with you, but not knowing it until you talk about him going home and he realizes that while he wants to go back home, he also doesn’t want to leave you.
——— Request for me
the thirsty surface-dweller ———
Looking out upon the water, there was a longing that curled in his chest, a wanting for the Atlantis he once knew. An outcast from his own home, the sea didn’t call to him like it used to, not since he found himself on dry land. What was left of his strength he used in his escape, leaving him weak and clinging to life on the sandy coastline. What life he had left was indebted, having been begrudgingly nursed to health by one of the surface-dwellers he’d once so hated.
“Orm!” you call, grabbing his attention from the pier. His head turns, finding your sprint as you make your way down the beach to him with a wide grin on your face, toting what was a rather large sand dollar in your hand. His own smile worms onto his face despite any effort not to.
“Orm? What kind of a name is that?”
“It is a name fit for the king of Atlantis; not that I would expect a surface-dweller like you to understand!”
It wasn’t but a month ago you had sent him into a fit of annoyance upon first introducing himself. Now, after having gotten to know you better, he realized you hadn’t meant anything beyond your curiosity at such a name. Apparently, it was a rare one to be heard on land.
“What do you have there?” Orm questions when you come a bit closer, peering into your hand as if he hadn’t already spotted your treasure from afar.
“It’s a sand dollar! Look at how big it is!” you gasp in your own excitement, spreading your fingers to show its size in comparison. It took up a little more than the palm of your hand.
Orm hums his agreement, before adding, “It is quite large, but I’ve seen some much bigger in Atlantis.”
The way your shoulders droop at that has his heart tugging in regret at his comment, but your own doesn’t give him a chance to backtrack any, “Oh, of course you have.”
The roar of the ocean swallows you both for a moment, punctuating the silence that grows between you, before Orm offers in an attempt to brighten your spirits once again, “I think you would be amazed, if you ever saw it.”
When a smile returns to your face, he finds himself strangely relieved, up until the moment your eyes avert his own in favor of peering out at the ocean and you sigh, “I bet. Do you plan on going back soon?”
Orm’s heart picks up at that. The implications of his return and what was waiting for him in Atlantis rush through his mind, as well as a desperate wish to see Atlantis again.
But, behind it all, is a more puzzling emotion. There was more to his reluctance than fear of what may become of his trial or disdain for the throne he was ripped from. The thought that crosses his mind stuns him into silence.
If he went back, would he ever see you again?