Little Lost Seahorse
Synopsis: Just a little fluff-fic starring Eridan. Please don't hurt/hate/scorn/burn me.
It had been an effin awful, abysmal glubbin' day and I was about ready to slit my wrists or shoot myself with my own harpoon. All that I had ever worked for or wanted had been rent asunder and I didn't see much point in carrying on in this pointless facade called 'living' or 'existing'. I had effin' had enough !
On the way back to my Island, I heard the tiniest of sobs coming from a coral reef. Inquisitive, I swam down to have a closer vantage point. From the smallest threads of coral, the sobbing grew more and more desperate. When I swam to the right, I came face to face with a baby seahorse. Apparently, he was separated from his Luscii and I felt pangs of compassion sweeping over me. Like Feferi, I could speak to sea creatures and understand them, even telepathically.
'What's wrong, young lad ?', I asked, my self-pity immediately evaporating.
'I can't find my mom and dad. I was swimming to school but a shoal of fish caught me off guard. Now I'm off course and can't find them anywhere.', the little colorful seahorse lamented. He was the most darling creature I had ever seen. His eyes were sea-green and brilliant and his skin was shades of blue, green and purple, my favorite color.
'We could reswim your strokes.', I suggested. The seahorse had stopped whimpering and now had a smile on his face.
'That sounds good. I can remember where it was when I was separated from them.', the seahorse stated, honestly. From there, I swam side by side with the little guy and sang him an old fashioned sea shanty. He wriggled and wraggled to the rhythm and hummed right along with me. I was surprised he knew such an ancient song but perhaps the little tot had been well educated by his mum and dad. All I could say was the little tyke and I were bonding and my so called awful day was forgotten.
Before long, the little guy, who's name was Percy, heard his mum and dad calling to him from beyond the kelp, a bit frantically.
'Percy ! Percy, where are you boy ?', the father seahorse called. The mother turned around, eyes bigger than sand dollars and whinnied jubilantly once Percy swam back at them faster than an eel.
'This guy helped me find you. I'm sorry I got lost...It wasn't my fault. The shoal came in and confused my sense of direction.', Percy said, now weeping tears of joy rather than of sorrow.
'We can't thank you enough. Is there anything we can do to repay you, you gallant young hero ?', the mother queried me. I felt myself turn a deep purple blush at her praise. The only other being that had labelled me a hero was Feferi herself and remembering that warmed my heart quite a bit.
Before I returned to my hive, the little guy took me off guard just ever so slightly. He almost knocked me over with a hug that would rival one of Equis' 'jocular embraces'. I tried hiding my tears of joy but it was no use. Percy wiped them with the tip of his tail and he chuckled.
'Crying is proof that you feel and that your heart is bigger than all the oceans united into one. Don't forget that.', he said, wisely before swimming off with his parents.
I reflected on what he had said, especially when at home watching Troll Terry Pratchet's latest masterpiece 'Trollfather'. I had seen 'The Colour of Magic' so, I was even more eager to see how unique this film was and how it connected to his other opuses. I had the laugh I most desperately needed. Someday, I knew I would have grubs of my own, but for the time being, I chuckled and let myself be carried away by the cosmic imagination Troll Terry Pratchet possessed.