My name is NotaSiren. Ironically, they call me Siren. Unironically? Hi, I’m Siren.
This blog is for Love and Deepspace content I’ll create or share. So my inbox is always open to answer questions and asks.
Characters I’m interested in:
-❄️Zayne❄️
-💫Xavier💫
-🌊Rafayel🌊
-🩸Sylus🩸
- 🍎Caleb🍎
- 🐺Valko🐺 (we fight ‘til we win)
(Ask me my favorite and I’ll start crying)
I do:
-incorrect quotes
-head canons
-drabbles
-fanfics
-theories
-etc
My hunter’s name is Arya Montgomery and I will share more on her another time. But here’s some pics of my girl-
I take an unhealthy amount of time to analyze the characters the best I can and constantly revisit the analyses of them the further I progress- if the character doesn’t come across how you want them to, then sorry but I like to remain consistent and in character with how they are otherwise my college degree will feel like a waste
Always looking for new friends!💜
My other blogs-
My Time at Sandrock
Palia
Scroll down to see me present signs of needing serious help⬇️
I saw the letter event on X and felt inspired- haven’t written in 1st pov or within this style in years since I was like 13… so a decade. But here’s a letter from my mc, Scout to Sylus within his Abysm Sovereign myth
🚨spoilers beware🚨
Listen to my pain as you read!🥹✨
❤️🩹 Letters for the Dead❤️🩹
Sylus,
My beloved dragon.
What a cruel joke you have orchestrated. A grand master plan to be the victor between us.
Sanctuary was a lie that dwelled in Ivory City; a sheer curtain that the mass claimed they couldn’t see beyond. A place that was the antithesis of what I’d craved for my whole life while I was carefully crafted to be the weapon of your undoing.
My dragon, you were the only sanctuary I could let my soul sink into.
No matter where I go to find shelter, where I curate the life around me to be a home for a short while-
It’s empty.
Nothing grants me the warmth from the air’s chill like being shielded by your wings did. Whether I am inside or out, cloaked or not… it’s all frigid and pricks at me. It gnaws at my bones even as I stand in the brightest hours of the day.
Was it being encased in your wings, or was it you? I already know the answer, but just let me believe it could be something else.
You said I’m greedy, that you’d grant me anything I desire. Wishing to you is as pointless as blowing a dead dandelion… but, could you grant me the day that we met? Just one more time?
Let me save you, and you can take my soul to devour. The exchange is one life for another.
I found you with a broadsword embedded in your chest, your core condemned and waitingh. Your beautiful wings, chained. You were just a young dragon, sitting in solitude without a burden to your soul that was worth judgement and imprisonment. A bird with its wings clipped almost.
Any pain I experienced since that day, it dulls in comparison to the agony that I’ve felt since I saw my beloved descend from the sky, broken and battered.
My dragon, you were devastatingly beautiful.
And it all aches.
Did half of my soul go with you in your death? Perhaps it was in its entirety that followed after you, like I sometimes wish I had done myself. The life I desperately clung to, begged for you to aid me in taking back just to live…
It’s torture when the fiend I love isn’t here to take responsibility; the traces of your existence having been etched deep within my life.
Your embraces had scorched and charred me down to my bones. Your destined fate to plunge your claws into my chest still came to fruition despite your retaliations: my heart bleeds every second for you. It sears and burns as if you left gashes as a reminder of your absence.
You’re woven to me, bound and tied.
Let your devotion and sacrifice be aid in servitude to the curse I’ve willed onto you and I. You, my beloved who protected me the most and yet, tore me apart beyond repair. My vengeance towards you will someday bring you back before me, and maybe then you will know the anguish you’ve left me to drown in.
A winged creature by the likes of you should’ve known better than to let one become submerged beneath the surface.
You’ve weighed me down with horns and a tail. And you’re not even in front of me to decorate my horns like your fantasy longed for me to do to you. You’re not here in front of me to be pulled into my arms by my tail like you used to do.
Perhaps my childish refusal to part with a lamp engraved with a dragon that enraged the Judicator that led me to you…perhaps that was my most damning sign of our fate that was to come. My only source of light that possessed me like I was part of his collection, the one I resisted and then tried to protect.
Maybe it truly was you that I could never part with, and I just didn’t know it.
You were more radiant than you could ever fathom. And now, every stretch of red, every gem- it all pales in comparison to your vibrancy that you took with you.
My hair grew in a mock of your silver the more my horns settled in. My reflection just mirrors fragments of you. I long for the real dragon to be in front of me once more, to see you breathe the same air as me, rather than to cling to memories and flashes.
Time has passed, and it has all blurred together. My desire to tear the mortals I no longer truly belong to, the ones that painted your image as horrific and a monster, has become more of a fleeting daydream. Almost a semblance of your wandering thoughts that’d give you some form of amusement.
Revenge seems rather pointless and lackluster when you’re not here to reap what I’ve torn apart for you. I’ve grown tired and the aches seemed to have entrapped me wholly.
It almost feels like the moment I’d fallen for the evil dragon.
A misstep and a grand descent that could’ve saved me from all the heartbreak that laid awaiting if it weren’t for you diving after me before I could be taken by the darkness. But you caught me before what I should’ve known was a potential reprieve for what was to come. Wings had encaged me and our story began to unravel from there- that was the point of no return.
What would you have gained from saving me? Was it just because of my soul? But, the look on your face was evident enough. The speed you took to reach me and the death grip that I was met with.
I had liked you even then.
Was this your intention all along? You have half my soul, yet I wonder if you took more of me when you left.
I’ve been left hollow and carved out, carrying myself in a shell that resembles parts of you to protect my life that you gave yours to save. I ache and cry with pain alongside your memories which now belong to me.
My requiem for the dead…
I’ll only ever hum the melody for the rest of my days. You possessed me entirely, and took solace in my singing of it. My voice belongs to you, there’s no dued grace Philos deserves to hear. The only departed one I wish to soothe is you.
So let my faint hum quake the lands and seep into the air, be carried on the wings of birds to reach you, my dragon.
My soul, what’s left of it, feels far too heavy now. I hope that maybe in another life, we can live by our own writing and construction. That fate will not constrict us and our eternal binding can take the helm.
The only vengeance to enact is against you, beloved. Because the truth, the truth is that it strangles the air from my lungs to know you didn’t do it out of a cruel ploy to make me live with the aftermath of everything that followed. That you easily could’ve been the final crescendo of my cacophony-akin life and ended it there as I stood with open arms.
I had known for a long while that I never truly wished to hurt you, and I think you knew it even as I threatened you every once in a while. Yet the times where we lost control, it ate away at me and ruined any form of tranquility I could have known. Tranquility that you introduced me to. But, I suppose maybe you saw it fit that I’d be the one to finish our story rather than you.
So, maybe if we are to meet again in another life or a few, the way to settle the score would be for you to try obtaining my love. Make you start from scratch as I dwell by myself without you by my side. There may come a time where your treasures and possessions you lord over pale to what you wish to possess the most- and I pray I get to be there to witness it.
You enabled me to indulge in my greed and desires, but what’s the use of my own collection if you were the treasure I coveted the most? I think, I think it’s best that I stop taking and collecting. If we are to have another chance together, we’ll start our own collection, let them mean something to give them value.
You had lived alone and in pain for 1,677 years. I may wish to have been the one that lost between us and to let you taste my pain and emptiness,- but for you, in spite of it all, I’ll be the one to stay confined to this life that has become my own imprisonment as I wait for you to find me once more.
You understood destruction and read it well, so may you find my words in the ashes and smoke that will become of this letter. I can’t reach you but maybe my messages can as the fire burns this.
Our lives our bound together, our souls merged- our bond is unbreakable. And we’re one in the same; kindred spirits, you and I. So, do whatever it takes to come back to me. No matter the cost.
“…I received a special request from a little patient. He told me to leave work early. To bring a gift to the girl “you always smile at when she’s mentioned” and spend Moonlit Orchid Day with her.” -Zayne
