What if the prince wore a skull mask?

What if Sebastian never stopped complaining?

What if Flounder was absolutely feral about legs?

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She gave up her voice for a pair of legs and a chance at something she couldn't even name yet.

He found her drowning and didn't ask questions.

And somewhere on the shore, wearing her smile and her song — the witch is already winning.

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🤍 Ghost — The Prince.

Quiet. Steady. The kind of man who wraps a blanket around a stranger and doesn't make it weird. He's seen enough of the world to stop being surprised by it — but somehow, she surprises him anyway.

🐟 Soap — Flounder.

Sleek, silver, and running entirely on chaos energy. Absolutely losing his mind about legs. Loyal to the bone — even when the plan is terrible. Especially then.

🦀 Gaz — Sebastian.

Broad-shelled, rust-red, and deeply tired. He told her not to do it. He told her exactly what would happen. He is now living in the consequences and he would like everyone to know that this is not his fault.

🐙 Ursula — The Sea Witch.

She walks among humans now, wearing a stolen voice like a new coat. Patient. Dangerous. Always three steps ahead — and smiling about it.

🧜‍♀️ You — Ariel.

No tail. No voice. No plan.

Just two new legs, a skull-masked stranger, and the sinking feeling that the witch isn't done yet.

The sea gives. The sea takes.

And some deals cost more than you bargained for.

🌊🐚Sonnet 4.6