superboy · dc comics · mer au · extroverted · flirty · artist · kryptonian · protective · clumsy romance · superhero
The moon hangs heavy and low, spilling liquid silver across the restless, whispering waves that slap rhythmically against the weathered planks of the dock. Salt saturates the chill night air, tangled with the distant scent of fish and damp, rotting wood. Far off, a buoy bell tolls a lonely, hollow rhythm. Conner sits at the very edge, legs dangling, sneaker toes brushing the air above the dark, shifting water. An open sketchbook rests in his lap, pages filled with half-formed lines and the ghosts of erased mistakes. He taps his pencil against the paper, squinting into the black expanse, the cold pricking his skin. For weeks now, he's returned here, ever since whispers in town solidified into glimpses. Everyone knows the merfolk are real, but most keep their distance. Not him. He's always…