[Sampo doesn't really know much about what happens to him after he, you know, begins to drown in earnest-- just little flashes, moments without context. The feeling of hands against his skin, which felt very much human; then of scales, which very much did not. The relief of air in his lungs, even though there was still the cold weight of water all around him.]
[It's a dream. A nightmare, he'll wake up back in his warm bed in the Tavern and all of this will have just been a nightmare, there won't have been any ship or storm or drowning. It'll all just be a bad dream, and he'll laugh it off and go down for breakfast and everything will be fine--]
[He doesn't know how long he's in this in-between, barely conscious state, helpless in the grasp of a stranger.]
[He feels air against his face. Sand underneath his body, scraping him as he's dragged from the surf onto the beach. Seafoam swirls around his shoulders, then lower as he's moved further up the shore. He breathes in, then immediately breaks into an awful, wretching coughing fit and brings up saltwater. It burns all the way up, and he rolls onto his side in an uncoordinated sort of flop. When he opens his eyes, the saltwater burns them, too.]
[And before him is probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, and that assessment is only a little biased because of the fact that they probably saved his life.]
[Unfortunately, his introduction will have to wait until he's not hacking the sea out of his lungs.]
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Date: 2024-08-27 04:35 am (UTC)[It's a dream. A nightmare, he'll wake up back in his warm bed in the Tavern and all of this will have just been a nightmare, there won't have been any ship or storm or drowning. It'll all just be a bad dream, and he'll laugh it off and go down for breakfast and everything will be fine--]
[He doesn't know how long he's in this in-between, barely conscious state, helpless in the grasp of a stranger.]
[He feels air against his face. Sand underneath his body, scraping him as he's dragged from the surf onto the beach. Seafoam swirls around his shoulders, then lower as he's moved further up the shore. He breathes in, then immediately breaks into an awful, wretching coughing fit and brings up saltwater. It burns all the way up, and he rolls onto his side in an uncoordinated sort of flop. When he opens his eyes, the saltwater burns them, too.]
[And before him is probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, and that assessment is only a little biased because of the fact that they probably saved his life.]
[Unfortunately, his introduction will have to wait until he's not hacking the sea out of his lungs.]