Cobb darted up in the water, his piercing blue eyes staring out into the murky water. There was something in the currents, something in the waving movements of the seaweed, a message a warning that something bad was happening right now! His instincts hadn't been swayed this seriously since he had discovered his wife's love of the Dry World and her thoughts that if she killed herself nothing she would be reborn there. Something was wrong! Arthur!
Cobb darted away his slivery blue tail flashing in lighted streaks behind him, muscled and powerful. Banishing the thoughts of his blue-as-the-sea-herself eyed wife with thoughts of his best friend and brother in all but blood being attacked, caught or worse! He could be being... molested! Molested by some heavy handed human who was attracted to the novelty of a half man half fish who was as attractive as Arthur.
At the thought of this travesty there was no doubt that the blonde haired merman sped up in the water.
When he finally reached the shore, he flopped for a bit, never able to make the graceful transition from water to land or land to water in the careless ease that others (including Arthur, who was the master at managing the gravity shifts) could. Spluttering for a bit, he stood, naked like a human babe, and started walking to the nearest town. Not noticing the brown haired girl sketching mazes on a rock down the beach, who rose, a star struck look in her eye, to follow him.
The blonde haired man had one thought on his mind, a common state for Dominic Cobb who got so involved with one problem or situation all else fell into a blurry state of unimportance, and that one thought was Arthur. He carried on into town, not bothered by the startled gasps of housewives and playing children as he grabbed clothes from the washing line of a deserted family because he was too far away from the centre of town for there to be anybody about. They were a little bit damp but wetness was hardly something that bothered the merman as he changed into them.
Walking further into town, wincing as he bruised his bare dusty feet on the rocks, he listened for whispers of anybody of Arthur's description. He knew he had come to the right place when he had the scandalous gossip of a housewife of a barely dressed man being led back into town by their worst fisherman, an English guy called Eames.
A MAN! He was right – ARTHUR WAS BEING MOLESTED!
He stormed to the door being glanced at by those annoying women and it burst open from the force of his kick. He strode in, ignoring the startled pretty boy who looked like he had just got out of the shower (out of the shower!) and thrusting himself past him to where he assumed the bedroom was.trode in, ignoring the startled pretty boy who looked like he had just got out of the shower (n English guy called And just as he thought, there was Arthur, curled up in the adorable fashion he always did, that sweet small smile curving his lips, his naked (NAKED!) shoulders were showing above the sheets!
Dominic Cobb, self proclaimed protector of Arthur (who really was too naive to do it himself) and his innocence, was going to kill human pretty boy man named Eames!
