The stars above the vast ocean seemed to be calling to Jim. Foam from the midnight waves brushed up against his bare feet, causing him to both shiver from the cold and his worrying thoughts. Morph cooed sympathetically, threading through his hair and curling around his ear.
“It’s alright Morph,” Jim pet the top of his little shape shifters head, “Ears-th, is not so bad, right?” He earned a happy squeal. He laughed softly, pulling Morph onto his shoulder, resting his head lightly on top of him.
Megara approached him, from seemingly nowhere, and fired a question. “So where was it you said you were from again? Ethurla?” Her expression was quizical, though it was almost impossible to tell in the dark.
Meg wasn’t entirely sure that she bought this whole ‘outerspace man’ bit, but she figured giving this guy the benefit of the doubt couldn’t hurt. Besides, be was looking pretty lonesome, even with that little shape-shifter he always had around. What was it? Morph? Something of the like. She examined him (it?) briefly. That creature perplexed Megara quite a bit. She’d known a few shape-shifters in her time— most notably those infuriating little imps Pain and Panic— but none of them were ever so small or placid as Morph. She wondered what sort of zone could produce such a thing, as he looked nothing like an imp, and it was plain to see that he was no nymph. Despite this, she put that out of her mind for the moment, settling her thoughts on Jim again.
Startled out of his pensive thoughts, Jim fumbled to his feet at the sound of someone’s voice behind him. He only succeeded in making himself look like an utter klutz through struggling to keep his offset balance by flailing his arms in a circular motion to avoid falling backwards into the abyssal ocean. With one foot hanging precariously off the edge of the dock, another jutting out in front of him it almost seemed like his attempts were futile.
But then, Morph sprung into action quite literally, and shifted into a spring that catapulted him back on the dock in very close proximity to Meg.
“Ah,” he jumped back to a comfortable distance, ” I-um,” His words were coming out of his mouth as jumbled as near fall.
” I meant to do that.”
He coughed into his hand, his way of regaining some dignity. Using the same hand to wave a bit awkwardly, ” Well..Hi. Meg, was it?”
“Sorry… I didn’t catch, I mean, ah…hear what you said; something about a spatula?” He tried to regain his calm facade, twisting his arms in front of him and standing on one foot quite heavily in a nonchalant stance.
Megara tried not to look amused at the boy’s poor balance. It was kinda cute, but even more so humorous.
And there again, Morph was a fascinating creature.
Jim skidded forward, nearly colliding into Meg head-on, but he managed to stop himself short just inches from her face. Though surprised at first, the Grecian woman was able to settle back into her sarcasm in a heartbeat. “You’ve got all the grace of a paraplegic on roller skates Jim,” she said with a smile. Her comment wasn’t meant badly, and despite the harshness of the words, her tone was nowhere near serious.
On his attempt to save some face, claiming his stumbling was intentional, Megara replied with a small laugh and “Sure you did, Ace.”
She wiggled her fingers in greeting, responding to his awkward wave. “You got it.”
Again, Meg’s shoulders shook with laughter, and she waved her previous question away. “It was nothing,” she grinned. “You just looked a little lonesome is all. Whatcha doin’ out at this hour? Midnight fishing trip?
” Paraplegic paraplegic,” Morph mocked, swinging his hips as a miniature form of Meg. Jim grasped the creature quickly in his hand, disbursing his body into several different pink blobs. In one movement Morph reformed and cuddled against Jim’s face, cooing.
Not sure how to take her words, his brows furrowed and he smiled uncertainly. He pulled two hands through his hair, embarrassed.
“I-I wasn’t fishing.” He turned around to face the ocean, eyes veered to the sky. ” I was looking at the stars. Hoping I’d be able to find Montressor up there.”
Megara’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Morph’s sudden change. “That’s a real handy trick he’s got there,” she noted, looking up from the shape-shifter to Jim.
She could only smile seeing the way this strange pink blob offered affection so readily to what Meg assumed to be his owner. It (he?) was almost like a puppy-dog.
Meg’s expression twisted slightly, now resembling some form of interest. She followed Jim’s gaze. “Who’s Montressor?”
Jim laughed into his closed fist, muffling the sound. He was amused by Meg’s perplexed look and blatant curiosity about Morph. He coughed to mask his laughter, sensing Megara’s sincerity in her question.
Jim readjusted his stance by tilting his head back and crossing his arms so his hands were firmly held underneath his armpits. ” Uhm, Montressor isn’t a person. It’s my home planet in Etherium.” His eyes wandered up towards the sky again, “It’s…where I lived, pretty much.”
Megara watched as his gaze shifted to the stars yet again. He was a little awkward and guarded in the way he carried himself, and she couldn’t help but take comfort in this. It made him a little more approachable. She took a few steps forward, so they were standing side by side, though she was sure to keep a good foot’s worth of distance between their shoulders. She didn’t want to get too close to him or anyone else, physically or emotionally. It was a deliberate action. Still, she fastened her line of sight on the sky as well.
Noting what was very clearly home sickness, Meg couldn’t help but wonder out loud: “Why did you leave?”
Jim looked over his shoulder at the woman beside him. ” I didn’t leave by choice. A black hole took me here. In Etherium we always thought black holes were an endless abyss of darkness. If you were sucked it, you’d be torn apart before you would even realize you were dead.” He sighed, contemplating the severity of his words. He could have been dead but instead he was pulled into a pleasant community of wanderers. He smiled gently, shrugging his hands into his jacket pockets.
” It’s not so bad here.”
Megara found the black hole expose` to be a bit frightening, and her expression likely displayed traces of this, if not a little surprise too, but as always, she managed to maintain her ‘devil-may-care’ attitude. “Your folks have themselves a cheery outlook.” Sarcasm, of course. No surprise there.
She couldn’t help but grin at that. “Yeah?” she began, letting out a slight chuckle. “Don’t get used to it.” She was kidding, yes, but on some level— a not-quite subconscious level— she meant it. Whether that was apparent to Jim or not was indistinguishable.
“You’re really choked up about this, aren’t ya?”