Fragile and Agile ~ Finan the Agile x Reader

⚓️ Ch.1 ⚓️

Y/n's POV

The beach is a peaceful place.

I'd never tire of coming down here and walking along the sand while barefoot. It's like my worries and stresses disappear the moment my feet touch the sand.

Today was like any typical day, I woke up, dealt with my nagging mother, father and sister before setting out to work, I booked a few new clients into rooms, coming home I once again dealt with more nagging before escaping down to the beach.

I walked from my house that overlooked the beach, along the sand then up along the cliffs all the way till I reached witches point.

Something about the name of the cliff had always enchanted and drawn me to it. Usually people wouldn't dare to walk along the point unless it was baby stingray season. Only at that point of the year was it safe. But when you've grown up on the beach you learn the quirks to be safe regardless of the seasons.

Reaching the tip of the point I sit on the rock watching the waves gently greet it and the water pool over the tip drenching my feet, cleaning them of the sand and mud that lightly coat the S/T tone of my feet.

If I was ever asked to describe what peace was, it would be this.

Just sitting on the edge of a cliff and being able to breathe in the ocean air without anyone hounding you about what you're gonna do with your life now that you've finished college and haven't applied to any universities.

It's been two years since I left college and I've been stuck as a hotel receptionist while I try to figure out where I want life to take me. I am only young, 22 to be exact, I still have my whole life ahead of me. I wanted to enjoy my time while I had the freedom to act reckless.

Sometimes I would lay awake at night wishing to become one with the sea. How much easier it would be to just become a giant pool of water home to many creatures.

But that is just a fantasy.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed the tide taking a change till a huge wave came crashing down on the point knocking me over the edge and into the water.

Salty water filled my ears and invaded my mouth, I tried to come up for breath only to get knocked back down by another wave.

Wave after wave knocked and dragged me under.

I had always been careful enough to avoid high tide. I knew better than anyone the dangers of the point, I would watch from higher up each night as the waves drowned the tip of the cliff in its salty water.

I resurfaced gasping for breath reaching out to grab onto the cliff and try to ball myself out of the water. However, when my hand reached out and fell on empty air fear and dread coursed through me. I spun around terrified as I realised I had been swept out of sea in a matter of seconds.

"Oh god! Oh god no! HELP! HEEEEEEELP!" I began to yell hoping my voice would carry to the nearby shoreline that I could no longer see. I yelled and screamed till my voice grew raspy. My limbs grew tired from keeping me afloat and I began to slowly sink.

As if by luck a long boat with a weird design appeared. Heads of monsters carved into the body of the boat, ores moving back and forth to pull the vessel along the waters.

I saw my chance for help and tried my best to call out once more. "Help! Over here! Please help me!" The boat having must of heard my cries slowly made its way towards my calls. It came up a long side me where a man with long hair tied back, eyeliner and weird clothes stood peering over the edge.

"Can you help me sir?" I ask dribbling a bit of salty water out my mouth. The more I looked at the man, the weirder I noticed he was. He wore furs to cover his arms from the cold, cotton material for a tunic and breeches.