#he's so silly and has a long scaley tail and sharp claws and a deep purr

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

That Dragon Legacy ask gave me the mental image of FL picking up his crush and putting them on top of his hoard. Prettiest jewel :)

OH MY GOODNESS ANON,,, THAT IS WONDERFUL IMAGERY THANK YOU

he lets you sort through his hoard, rearranging it however you wish while he proudly watches, curled up at your side. if you enjoy small, meticulous tasks, Legacy would be delighted if you wanted to polish the glittery crystals and shiny metal bits, rumbling in satisfaction when you hold up each piece for him to inspect. this is your hoard too, after all! it became so the moment you wove the bond your share together, lacing your fingers with his claws- so you are more than welcome to place anything anywhere, as long as you take care of it. one of his favorite things is watching you, sitting between his claws as you carefully examine each and every item in his hoard- anything you seem particularly pleased with is pressed into your hands, a silent offer although you usually just laugh kindly and gently place it to the side

you're examining a small chunk of noctilucous jade when there's a soft tug on the back of your coat, and suddenly you're lifted into the air with a surprised yelp. Foul Legacy carries you a couple meters before setting you down gently on the largest pile of sparkly objects, admiring you with a soft, happy growl. he nuzzles his face against yours, scaled tail thumping contently against the floor as he silently declares you his greatest, most wonderful treasure. you blink, then grin, urging for him to join you at the top of this little world you've created together, and Legacy hurries up and curls around you before burying his face into the crook of your neck with a joyful purr

you'll have to come down, eventually. but for now you're content with being Legacy's favorite gemstone

[landprince]

He had been watching the boy for days now, trying to build up the courage to speak to the little human. Sure, he doubted the boy could understand him once he tried; humans are primitive and didn’t have a large vocal range from what he was told by the other adults who had come into contact with them. Humans are simple creatures and often volatile towards his kind, which was why the young merman had stuck far out in the ocean to avoid being seen in case of such a negative reaction.

Riku had been tracking the coming and goings of the young boy as he rowed to and from the island. His spiky brown hair seemed to defy gravity and intrigued the young merman. He wanted to run his hands through the messy hair and see if it would be stiff and urchin like as he suspected it might be.

Being on the cusp of adulthood, he was finally allowed to start leaving the group he’d grown up with to look for his own territory. Riku had chosen a small island off one of the mainlands, and had seen many young humans travel back and forth to it in small rowboats. The one that caught Riku’s eye was here almost daily; always happy, laughing and stumbling along the shore as he played amongst the others.

So Riku staked this island as his, even if several children came to it during the day. At night it was his. Although he was barred from walking the island, he came as close as possible to being able to slither onto the shore and rest among the white sands, looking up at the stars while thoughts ran rampant of how to start speaking to the little human.

Since coming to the revelation of wanting to speak to the little human, Riku began collecting items from the depths of the ocean in hopes of gaining the boy’s attention. He’d seen the children tread a few feet in the water during low tide, sift through the sands, then pull out shells with such glee it made Riku a little envious. He could provide much better treasures than fragile, pocked half-shells the humans managed to pull up.

His pride forced him to dive deeper and deeper beneath the waves in search of the treasures. So far Riku had collected several brightly colored fish scales, ancient fossilised shark teeth, and pale coral that seemed to glow from how white it was. All of these things would be prized in his community so he figured the boys would like them.

Riku left them on the dock when the brunet wasn’t looking, making sure to hide deep enough under the salt encrusted planks of wood so he wouldn’t be seen, but close enough he could hear the reaction. His heart beat almost painfully behind his chest with the first gift he left, a large, sharp tooth of a shark that he was delighted to see around the boy’s next the next day he appeared.

Still, Riku spaced out his gifts for a week, allowing each one to appear purposely on the dock in front of the boy when he wasn’t looking. Sometimes the human would speak to him, well--- the ocean. But it was nice, hearing the soft words he couldn’t understand.

Sora watched the ocean, the waves lapped gently at his feet as he let them hang in the water as he held the newest gifts in his hands. Small, brightly colored scales of some kind were threaded through worn rope. He was sure this was supposed to be a bracelet of some type, but the rough, frayed rope would itch if he put it on. He would get his mother to fix it for him later.

“I can’t wear this right now,” he called out to the empty waves, “but thank you!”

He felt a little silly thanking a nameless entity, but his mother always told him to remember his manners. After the third day of being presented a gift, Sora was sure someone was trying to get his attention. He just wasn’t sure who--or what-- was.

Kicking his feet, he splashed water and hummed while idly running his fingers over the smooth scales. Night would fall soon and he needed to leave the island to get home in time for dinner. The sky was already brightly painted in golds, purples, and pinks from the setting sun. With a sigh, he begrudgingly remembered he needed to do homework before dinner or he didn’t get dessert.

Standing, he gently wrapped the string of scales up before sliding it into his pocket. He didn’t want to drop it on accident as he rowed back to the mainland. He would be devastated if something were to happen to this thoughtfully created gift that was obviously left for him.

It was strange how each gift always appeared while Sora was alone, yet nothing more than a small item or two had been seen in the course of the week. He was more than sure someone was giving these to him, but he wasn’t sure why. Did the ocean give him the presents, or something else?

The questions made his head spin with all the possibilities, so with a quick shake and a few hard smacks to his face to focus himself, he finished getting all his gear he took to the island for the day and put it in the boat before climbing in himself.

It rocked atop the waves as weight shifted around, and Sora quickly sat down on the wooden seat so as not to topple the boat and be cast overboard. But something strange was happening. Even though he was sitting, stabilizing the boat in doing so, it kept rocking in a dangerous manner.

“What’s going on?” Sora mumbled as he wiggled about, trying to shift his weight to see if that would help.

A pair of hands grasped the side of the boat, pulling down and nearly capsizing it before something wet and slippery fell to the bottom of the boat as it left the ocean and took up residence in his boat.

Sora screamed, truly frightened as something came aboard his boat. The oar in his hand was held out in front of him as a weapon as he lurched to his feet. Again, it rocked, dangerously close to tipping as the boy struggled to gain his bearings.

A long silver tail swished back and forth, the scales glistening from the water and changing a menagerie of colors with each shift of muscle. A flowing fin gently tapped his ankle, obviously the creature was too big for the boy’s tiny rowboat and it was straining to hold two occupants.

Sora’s eyes grew wide as he took in the full view. A young looking… Boy? This was a boy, right? With a fish tail sat in his boat, looking a little nervous as he held up his hands, obviously trying to show he didn’t mean Sora harm. He had soft, kind looking teal eyes and long silver hair like his scales. He was sure the hair would be beautiful and loose while underwater, but now the boy looked as graceful as anyone who came out the water while dripping wet.

He would have guessed this as an elaborate prank if it wasn’t for the obvious fact this boy wasn’t human. Minus the long fish tail, the merman had two flowing fins along his arms ( also silver with just a touch of blue at the tips ) and a small spackling of extra scales along his arms that led up to his hands.

He had three wide… fingers? Did they count as fingers on something nonhuman? That were tipped with wicked looking claws. Sora shuddered and moved back a little more as the merman tried to speak with him, only in doing so did he reveal a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, curved like a sharks and most likely just as dangerous.

All that came out of the boy was soft clicks akin to a dolphin. Obviously human speech wouldn’t be a thing to him.

“I’m dreaming,” Sora said, allowing the oar to fall from his hands into the bottom of the boat. He began laughing, high and strained and nervous as he looked at the merman. A merman! Those were tales of legend, but here one was, sitting in his boat with little more than some apprehension.

A shaky breath was exhaled and Sora stared down the other, neither saying nothing for the span of several long minutes.

Another soft chirp was emitted from the merman. Another glimpse of those dangerous teeth.

Sora averted his eyes, head bowed as he stared at the bottom of the boat, the fish tail still tapping almost impatiently against his leg.

“Can you understand me?” He asked softly. If he couldn’t be understood or understand the merman, how was he supposed to ask him questions?

The other furrowed his scaley brows, head cocked to the side as he looked at Sora in a curious manner.

Sora tried speaking louder, “Can you understand me at all? Has it been you who’s been leaving me stuff?”

Several more chirps before a high pitched cry was his only reply.

It had taken a lot of courage for Riku to finally meet the boy face to face. He saw that the brunet was leaving for the day and he took the chance of hopping into his boat.

When the boy held the wooden stick he used to move across the water in a threatening manner, Riku felt fear burst to life in his chest. Sure, there was always a possibility of things ending badly, but he didn’t think it would actually happen. He could have laughed from relief once the stick was dropped and clattered to the boat floor.

But it was as he feared, neither of them could understand the other due to language barriers. He wished the human was more capable of speech, other than the guttural rasping he always produced. Didn’t it hurt to make that kind of sound?

Out of the water like this, Riku felt vulnerable. Exposed. So he curled more, pulling his fin away from the boy and allowing his tail to circle around him. With a spine so flexible, he was able to do so with ease, and once he brought the appendage back and further away from the human, the boy seemed to relax a little bit more.

Riku listening to the boy prattle on, raking his hand through his hair with every few words. He had such pretty blue eyes, almost a deeper color than the ocean, and Riku wished they would look at him more.

He watched the human fuss with the fabric on his body, digging into something before pulling out the gift Riku had brought him for today. The beautifully crafted bracelet of ship rope and iridescent fish scales. It was the gift Riku was most proud of since he made it himself.

“The gift!” He chirped out, reaching for it only to have the brunet snatch the bracelet away and hold it tightly against his chest. Obviously he treasured it from the protective stance he took on.

A sigh was exhaled. Sure, the human couldn’t understand him. It was truly pointless to speak to him, but Riku wanted to for many reasons. He liked this human and found him pretty to look at. He liked his voice when the brunet thought no one was around and sang. He liked the way he smiled and blushed with each new present presented to him.

So he would try his best to eventually speak to this human even if it took forever.

Slithering out of the boat, Riku fell into the water without a splash. He would meet with the human again tomorrow and start trying to teach him how to properly speak.

His heart soared higher than the gulls that liked to try and poke at him when he was above the waves. Never before had Riku wanted anything more than this little human to speak with him, and he let out shrill excited shrieks as he circled about for a moment or two to displace the energy that coursed through him.

He didn’t die today. That was the best reaction he could have hoped for and he would try for more the next day.