To The SeaI want to be part of youI always haveA fear hides within me that wont allow me to.To swim with the tidesTo get lost in the wavesTo taste the saltTo be part of what we once where.I want to be a mermaid.An ugly mermaid.Not your typically described mermaid.Beautiful long hair, gorgeous.No.I want to be real.I want to be ugly and realI want to go back to the sea.Be apart of it again.Have you ever held your hand out and spread your fingers?We have the slightest bit of webbing there, still.I want to be be able to dive deep down,Into the darkness.I want to become the hunted.We all came from the sea,I want to go back without fear.
Keyshipping: Why We FightYuma sat hunched over in his hammock, his shoulders tight, his arms crossed firmly cross his chest and his face set in a furious scowl. His narrowed crimson eyes were shimmering slightly, his entire body trembling with anger and his breathing was deep and heavy as he inhaled slowly through his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. Astral floated up into the room through the opening in the floor and observed him quietly. Yuma's mood seemed to be bleeding out into the air. His anger was almost palpable. Astral felt as though he could almost see that angry aura around the young spiky-haired boy. For several moments he said nothing and simply watched him, waiting to see if the mood would dissipate on its own and it was as he watched him that a thought occurred to him and - though he knew Yuma would certainly not be in the mood to talk - he suddenly wanted to discuss it with him. "Yuma," he said quietly so as not to startle the boy too much.He felt the boy's crimson stare slide to look