You, like any other person in the world with half a brain, know that there is a difference between being alone and being brother obviously doesn't know this because he looks worried every single time you grab your knapsack and your jacket and head out into the night. You ignore him because you know you will be home in the morning, you always are.
Your sneakers hardly make a sound anymore as you walk along the sandy bits near the ocean. You drop your bag over a ledge and follow it quietly. As you snuggle into the little niche that is there just for you, you smile a bit because you know that a head is already raising out of the water, as quiet as a whisper.
Violet eyes watch you as you undo your knapsack and take out your reading light, a book, and a little baggie of goldfish crackers. Fins flutter when you shake the bag and you laugh, coaxing the other to join you. His tail flicks to bring him in close, his arms holding him up on the rock as he leans in and kisses you sweetly on the lips.
Your smile returns and you open the bag of goldfish as you tease him, "You're such an ass."
His voice is smooth and warm, unlike the icy-cold kisses he gives you, "You take too long wwhen openin it, it's torture a the wworst degree."
You pop one in your mouth to watch him look scandalized, then slowly give him the bag. He acts like an excited little kid with them and you slowly pull out the book to start reading. He quiets down and watches you with his undivided attention, nibbling on a cracker from time to time.
It's quiet, it's peaceful, it makes you happy. You'll sit there for hours with him, reading aloud as he listens to you. At some point, you'll get tired and he'll squirm up close enough to grab the tiny blanket you have and tuck you in. He'll tell you to go to sleep and you'll refuse, which he always huffs about, but gives in. Then he'll put a present or two for you in the little baggie before quieting down and you'll pretend to be asleep to watch him hold your hand. He'll murmur softly to you, almost cooing as he tells you sweet things. If you say anything or prove you're awake, his face will turn a violet and he'll squeeze your hand, the gentle webbing of his fingers pressing against your skin before he quietly sings you a siren's song, forcing you into sleep.
In the morning you'll wake up with a hand dangling over the water, your face against freezing stone, and he's nowhere.
However, that's what normally happen when you wake up.
This morning, you wake up with him blissfully asleep against you. He doesn't snore, but his fins flutter with every breath. His fingers are still tangled with your's and they're warm now from your body heat. His head is leaning against the rock, his hair curled and dangling even with his fins. You smile a bit and kiss his hand, startling him out of sleep.
His face flushes and he tries to pull his hand away, but you don't let him, instead you gently tug them closer to your chest. His eyes widen, but he doesn't look away, his focus solely on you.
He always gave you the attention and company you needed, and you're pretty sure that it's the same for him. Your red eyes focus on his violet ones and you watch as he slowly relaxes. You lean over and peck him on the lips, making him practically melt. The passion he returns with the kiss was unexpected, how he grabbed a fistful of your shirt to support himself to just kiss you like that would've left your knees weak.
After what seemed like forever, you both broke the kiss and just stared at each other. He slowly sunk back into the water and gave you a real treat, him smiling.
"God dammit, Eridan," was the first thing to slip out of your mouth, "You slippery barnacleball, if you jumped dick-first into everything like that, I might never leave again."
His face flushed again and his fins fluttered more as he kept his eyes on you. When he finally answered, a smile crept onto your face.
"I'll keep that in mind, Kar."