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He doesn't quite fit.

Horatio had known, of course, that he wouldn't. Even if he had managed to make his way onto a ship years ago, everyone would have known he was odd. Perhaps it's for the best that he's clearly just a bit skittish, just a bit uncertain of himself unlike the other young men his age. Perhaps that would distract the human mind from looking to see just why, exactly, this one didn't seem to be quite entirely right.

It was, nonetheless, one thing to know and another thing to live. Being bundled in heavy unfamiliar fabric is surprisingly uncomfortable. The uniform is far more restrictive than the clothing he had forced himself to become accustomed to while hovering around the port. The sensation of being on a boat, despite the familiarity of the sea, is throwing his stomach through something of a loop. He can't shift and change direction. He can't twist along with the waves, comfortable and easy, or cut through below the discomfort of breakers tugging in the wrong direction. It's unnatural, here on a warped version of the surface. It's twisting something uncomfortable in his shoulders, almost dizzying as he tries to find his feet under him.

This is what he wanted, and it doesn't quite fit.

For the most part, feeling his skin in the sack slung over his shoulders is reassuring. His fingers can worry against the familiar softness with each odd rush of discomfort. This, after all, is the back-up plan. This is the fail-safe if everything falls completely to pieces and he needs to throw himself simply back into the sea. This is the piece of himself which will always fit properly, no matter where he is.

That's why it's resting at the top of his sack as he scrambles up properly into the ship. That's why, in the bluster of humanity, the young selkie doesn't notice that his skin has spilled out onto the deck.

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midship

Now would be a good time to curl Archie in protectively against himself. Now would be a good time to press kisses against every inch of Archie's skin until a smile came back to the other man's lips.

Standing here will have to be enough.

"You're sure?"

From:

betteralready

"I'm tired."

And more the kind of weariness that comes with dealing with a hard time rather than sleepiness, but he knows Horatio knows the difference.

"And I doubt I'll-- sleep well, tonight. But that's-- normal, now."

Awful though it is.

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midship

There's no help for it in the moment, but the affirmation curls back Horatio's lips for a heartbeat, flashing long and almost snarling in the darkness. What a horrible thing, to be kept back from comforting the man he loves. What a cruel thing, that the man he love is hurting like this.

"Be sorted soon, Archie."

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betteralready

It's an indication of the danger they're in, really, that Horatio is feeling on edge enough to let himself snarl like this. It's just he also can't help but feel a wave of affection towards the man for his protective impulses.

Touching briefly at Horatio's elbow is all they can allow themselves, for now.

"What're you-- thinking, then?"

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midship

"That it has to be-- different."

Simpson had been the type to be charmed by mermaids. He had been full of exactly the sort of weakness the beautiful creatures fed on like an aperitif before the meal of men's flesh. Sawyer was dangerous in an entirely different way.

"Someone will have to push."

Horatio knows who he thinks ought to take on the act. He also knows that Archie would be displeased if this hadn't been a conversation in advance.

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betteralready

Horatio is right. In fact, the statement itself is clearly something that displeases Archie; his expression dropping instantly into a proper frown.

"You-- really don't think he'll just-- go?"

He can see why, he supposes objectively. He imagines that seeing the mermaids would probably get Sawyer brandishing his pistols, rater than jumping over the side. That thought gets him frowning all the more.

"That's going to be-- a lot harder t'hide involvement in."

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midship

That little shift between the question and the statement is enough to serve as an answer. Horatio's lips press together lightly for a moment, nodding through the quiet truth.

"So I will."

He can leave, if he has to. He can leave quickly and completely.

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betteralready

It's sensible. It's a good plan, even.

Archie just can't help the frown that touches his lips, nonetheless.

"Might 's well just-- both of us go, then."

If Horatio was caught (which would be difficult to avoid,) then he'd leave, and Archie would be forced to deal with being in the Navy alone. That, in turn, would inevitably lead to Archie disappearing himself to try to find Horatio again.

He loved the Navy well enough, yes, but given the choice he'd always choose Horatio.

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midship

It isn't so much that Horatio bucks at the thought as that it twists something unhappy through his spine. The trail of Archie's thoughts is easy enough to trace, but that doesn't mean Horatio has to like it.

He's had a protective streak since the beginning, after all.

"It will get ugly, Archie."

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betteralready

The laugh that escapes his lips is a bitter, exhausted thing.

"Isn't it already, 'ratio?"

But, no. He knows what he means.

"How will I-- find you again,'f you have to leave?"

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midship

They're alone enough. It isn't the end of the world to risk reaching to squeeze briefly at Archie's elbow.

"...hm." His fingers linger just a moment before dropping away. "They'll find me."

The mermaids didn't always follow their ship. The pods were sometimes different as they moved farther and farther from home. But all of them laughed and bubbled beneath the waves about the odd little selkie who lived so much among men--and the man he had taken up with.

"Just-- leave, when you get to port. Lie low for a few days. Then-- go to the docks and tell them to find me."

They would help with whatever became of Sawyer. Asking them to spend time in a harbour waiting for his lifemate wouldn't be an easy sell, but Horatio thought the meal might be worthy of the price.

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betteralready

That earns an almost instant shake of his head.

"The Navy'll be looking for me at the docks, if I go," he answers softly, "I'll meet you at Plymouth. I'll go to the docks every day at sunset t'try and find you."

It's imperfect, but it also helps to keep them from relying too much on the mermaids. They have helped them incredibly over the years, but they're fickle creatures.

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midship

It's imperfect, but it's a shade more perfect than where they'd started. That had always been a part of what made them such a good team.

He can't stop himself from leaning in, just for a heartbeat. It's a quick thing to nudge his forehead against Archie's, but it helps stop the impulse to cling.

"You're sure?"

From:

betteralready

It also helps Archie to breathe just a little more easily. That's a plus. It doesn't entirely stop this bitter laugh that escapes his lips.

"No," he replies, and at least it's honest, "But it's-- what we've got, mm?"

So it has to be enough.

"Just-- try to do it when there's a storm or-- late at night. Both, ideally. 'f I don't have to-- lose you at all it'd be better."

Being separated is always terribly difficult, after all.

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midship

It will have to be enough, just like standing close without touching has to be enough. After a beat, Horatio can nod his way through that truth.

"I will." They can do better, even. "We'll pick. Together."

So that Archie wouldn't be blindsided by it. So that they could come the closest possible to Archie really being sure.

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betteralready

"'f we can."

Archie can't help but sound exhausted and bitter, still. He can't help how tired and nervous the entire situation makes him.

"If you see a chance to that'll be safe for you and you don't have-- time to check, you should-- go for it."

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midship

"If you're sure."

Permission was good. Permission was better when given twice, with no chance for misunderstanding.

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betteralready

"I'm sure I want him gone. I'm even more sure I want you safe."

Those are about the only things he can be sure about.

"So if-- you're sure you can manage both those things I trust you t'make the call."

Or, at least, trusts that Horatio will keep safe as he can for Archie's sake, if nothing else.

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midship

"Okay."

A deep breath, and Horatio can manage a smile. One hand touches glancingly at Archie's arm, just long enough to be certain he has the man's proper attention as his lips flit up at the edges.

"--okay."

It isn't. But it will be.

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betteralready

It isn't. But maybe, with that smile on Horatio's face, it will be. That manages to earn a wan hint of a smile, as well.

"Okay." It's still a little tired, but letting his fingers brush against Horatio's helps, "We probably should-- get some sleep."

From:

midship

"Go on, then."

There would have to be a stop first on Horatio's part. There were always negotiations that had to happen, and the sooner he began them with the rest of the sea, the better.

From:

betteralready

"Give them my regards."

Because of course Archie knows where Horatio's going to head to first. Of course Archie's going to brush his fingers one last time against Horatio's.

Of course, as he passes by to head to the wardroom, he's going to let loose a low "I love you" in the selkie's tongue. It feels important to say it as much as possible.

From:

midship

An echo of the soft sounds follows Archie from the room. It's a blessing that they at least have that much left to them, after all.

The mermaids, usually teasing and cheerful, somber quickly when Horatio greets them. It had been some time since he last asked them for help, but the tension in his features had been easily recognizable even in the dim moonlight.

Their teeth are still frighteningly long. Their fingers are still lightly barbed. Their hunger is still easily whetted by the explanation of why this particular man ought to be dragged to the deep.

In the next few days, Archie will be far more likely to catch a flicker of familiar silvery tails just below the waves.

From:

betteralready

He'll catch sight of the tails. He might, if he has the chance on watch one night, even give the mermaids a quiet wave.

He'll be tense until the ideal night to push Sawyer into the sea comes. Even then, he won't be able to relax until he feels sure Horatio's safe.

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midship

He hadn't meant for Henry to be there. That's his one regret.

The night is storming and pitch-dark. The captain is taking his air alone, just briefly, while his toadies remain hidden in the safety below. The glance he shares with Archie has a certain finality to it as Horatio heads up to take his second watch of the night.

And then, far too late to send him back, Henry is all but stuck to his side.

Horatio doesn't mind, of course, being further bound to the midshipman. The devotion already between them isn't tested by the brief flash of violence aboard or the instant turmoil below. The only regret comes as Henry press in against his chest, eyes squeezed shut and body trembling, gasping in breaths in the middle of the storm.

He forces them both to walk the rest of the watch calmly. He forces himself to look woodenly confused when he's asked if he hadn't seen the captain upon his return below.