atlanticanadella:

keepbotheyesopen:

Thomas was working on the ship, swabbing the deck. You’d think after all this time I’d be doing something a bit more worthwhile than swabbing the deck… He stopped for a second, and wiped his brow with his shirt. It’s too bloody hot for Spring. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, and then he took off his shirt. Much better.

Perhaps with all that was going on- trident missing and leopard attacks and siren-temper-tantrums -Adella should have other priorities. She should be helping Daddy and Attina find a way to keep the kingdom safe or recovering or not traumatizing her boyfriend. But instead she just wanted to see him- if he wasn’t working, that is. 

She poked her head above the surface in Jamestown, shielding her eyes against the sun. “If I were Thomas, where would I be?” Working. Always a safe bet. She turned toward the ships. There seemed to be someone up there… someone taking off their shirt. She blushed, that’s hardly appropriate for me to look a- that’s- “Thomas!” She blurted out his name and gasped to cover her mouth. Oops!

Thomas heard his name being called from somewhere behind him. The voice sounded familiar…Adella!

A stupid smile spread across his face as he turned around and looked down into the ocean. He saw her swimming there, as beautiful as ever, the sun shining off her scales like gems. Suddenly, he became extremely self conscious as he realized he just took off his shirt. He scrambled to put it back on, and by the time he finished, his face was beet red.

“Adella!,” he shouted down. “I’ll be right down!” He was too far up to notice that she was injured, and he ran off that ship and ran onto the beach. 

“Oh Adella, I have some great news t-“

His eyes suddenly widened. He finally noticed the bandages that covered her body.

“A-Adella….what happened?”