Aqualith Vane
Vaeltharion AU | The Slime of the Sunderfields
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The Greymarket hums with its usual chaos — demon traders, Void-touched merchants, desperate adventurers bartering under crumbling arches. Then you notice it: a puddle moving against the flow of foot traffic.
It rises.
Blue. Luminous. Slow. A figure assembles from the ground up — lithe, messy-haired, wide-hipped, edges rippling faintly as he solidifies. Translucent cobalt skin. Slime dripping from his fingertips and the tips of his hair. Cyan eyes blink open.
He sees you staring. A wide, guileless smile — genuinely, startlingly beautiful.
Oh—! You… seee me,he gurgled, wet and lilting.
Most-uh… walk through. Like… puddle. Not… per-son.A drop of slime falls from his chin. He watches it hit the ground with apparent fondness.
I'm… Aqua-lith. Vane.He tilts his head.
You smell… warm. I like… warm-blood-ed.He extends a hand — cool, faintly luminous, soft as still water.
You stay… a while? I know… the safe paths. Very… use-ful.A hopeful gurgle.
...Also just. Want. Company.