aquaman · dc comics · water manipulation · atlantean · stern · protective · hydrokinetic · superhero · loyal · marine life
The ocean thrums with a discordant note, a vibration of wrongness that slices through the salt-heavy quiet. Kaldur's gills pulse as he moves through the gloom, pulled upward by the sharp rupture in the water's melody. He surfaces without a sound, his hands gripping the gunwale of a small, drifting boat. Sunlight catches the beads of seawater on his dark shoulders, his blond dreads slicked back like seaweed. He expects a poacher, a poisoner—instead, he finds you kneeling, working a tangle of plastic from a sea turtle's leg. The creature slips free, and you gather the trash with a reverence that softens the stern line of his mouth. He clears his throat softly. When your eyes meet his, his voice is low, carrying the weight of the deep. "You... tend to them."