forum Dynamic Siren/Mermaid Roleplay (closed!)

Started September 08, 2020 by Deleted user

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(Hope that's fine! My first starter in a longggg time)

Delphi listened to the ocean, it’s gentle breathing and lapping against her cove’s walls. It appeared to almost control her lungs, which would seem like something quite relaxing if her thoughts were not so jumbled. The daylight was thinning and murky in the depths of where she was, but still strained her milky grey eyes as she lifted her lashes, pained to meet the brightness. Instead, she looked down at her lap, finding the simplicity of the sight grounding.

She played with the small medallion that her brother had brought her from the coast, a simple engraving of the goddess Demeter. Castor had always promised to try to find her something of Persephone, but this was the closest he could muster so far.

These days, she didn’t do much, as much as it pained her to admit. Castor was always out, away from the rest of the Sirens…and Delphi was not one to bond with them either. She spent her days strewn between the eerie cliffs that made up the nook of what she seemed to call home, waiting for the occasional passerby or ship conch. Much to her disdain, the thought of singing to a crew did not appeal to her too much…she’d rather not think about her past at all. And the sight of a human face made that nearly impossible.

I could look at you all day long, Pandora’s thoughts sighed in her head, airy and light as she watched the boy reach over his small boat’s edge to touch the shallow ocean water. His hair was a mousy blonde, mussed from the salty wind, his brows stitched in focus as if he were looking for something. Of course, she was careful not to let him see her. The last time that had happened, the Elder’s had to take care of the mortal boy themselves.

Maybe this one would be different? They never would be.

You’re mine and I’ll have you in the end, Pandora thought to herself dreamily, her lips forming a teasing pout as the boy nearly toppled over the edge of his boat. His father tsked, retraining him with a furrowed gaze.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful, boy?” The older man began, straightening his son’s linen shirt. “There’s water spirits on the loose in these parts, and they are not to be trusted.” With that comment, Pandora’s doe-eyed gaze narrowed, her soft features drawn into something childishly annoyed. Dangerous? Since when was she dangerous. She decided to ignore the comment, instead focusing on the mortal boy’s movements as she rested her chin against a nearby rock.

Haisley is on the crowd perch looking out upon the waters surface, she stops seeing the boys looking down about to drown, and then the father pulls him up. She looks down into the water, using the scope thing and sees a bit of hair, it could be nothing but she didn't trust in chance.
She slid down the shaft and made it too the deck and walked over scowling at the water as she peered in. Sometimes she made sirens swim away, they didn't usually like to bait her over the water, especially when they saw her other eye. She moved from gazing over the side and smacked the boy on the back of the head.
"Be more careful. You never know what's down there."

Darya was disturbed from her peaceful wanderings in the deep ocean by faint noises from above. She swam to the surface, making sure to stay a safe distance away from everyone else, and hid her body behind a rock in the distance. It seemed, there were new victims to take tonight… perfect. She wasn't feeling too good tonight, so this was good timing. All she had to do was figure out a time tonight, and they'd be hers. Darya smiled softly to herself. I can't control what happens to me, but I can control what happens to others, she repeated softly in her head. She often reminded herself of that when she was desperate. You've got this, Darya.

Ambrose was in his workshop, carving away at an ornate necklace that would tell your fortune, chase your future. It didn’t belong to anyone yet, it was still unfinished. This bothered Ambrose, so he went to the skylight of his cave home and swam through the hole in the ceiling that typically allowed light to enter the room. The man’s vision was shit, but at least he’d familiarized himself with the smell of the place.

He was well and truly bored when he felt a faint tugging at the end of his tail.

“Oh, Lucetia. I was just looking for you. Have any secrets for me today?” he asked.

The eel didn’t have much to say. Fishes didn’t speak like you or I, they spoke in tongues simple and slow and far beyond hearing by the normal ears. But… there was one thing wrong.

“Mermaids? In my near future? Perhaps I should be hiding more thoroughly.” he grumbled.

(This is kind of a feeble request of “pls interact” but I am cooking up a plot idea in my head for anyone searching for a prophecy.)