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@sirrenne
❝ hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul and spirit fly. ❞
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀᴜ, ᴀ ᴡᴀᴅᴀɴᴏʜᴀʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ
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sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏɴ-ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs
ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴇᴛᴄ.
ᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴᴅs ᴏғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ
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❝ …Reley lo. ❞
Is all the pinkette replies to none other than her sister with. A hint of surprise accompanies her voice as tangerine orbs stare at the lime-haired siren— Same orbs widened due to the existence of her sister; Much to her disbelief.
That voice….
Was it truly ?
The female’s lips were closed shut, tugging downwards into a small frown. No other words could find themselves coming forth; due to them being caught in her throat. Why… she would have never ever expected her sister to be near the sea of all places she could have been.
As it also had been a while since Irena had gotten any periodic letters from that dearest sister of hers— Which caused her to tend to worry about her ‘abroad’ sister’s wellbeing. The last one she recieved having said in one of the statements that the sender wouldn’t have known if she was going to return to the sea any sooner.
At that point, after not even recieving any more of those cherished letters, the pinkette feared that her sister would have never wanted to return to the sea again— To her.
But now that same siren she so worried about was right in front of her—- The symphony of her song having caught the attention of the pinkette. Those beautiful lyrics and graceful tone that echoed with the waves’ whispers…
Who would have ever thought the source of that song would have been her sister, of all people?
Drawing a breath inwards, Irena’s eyebrows furrowed together; never ceasing to stare at Reley lo— As if she were a stranger. Slowly, the siren moved backwards through the waves; although she kept her head above water. And alas, she spoke once more.
❝ Is it…really you? ❞
Hearing the whole of her name in that chimed tone of voice almost had her cringe. It had been like half a lifetime since it had blessed her ears, and yet even now she regrets blessings. If anyone were to come and rescue her now, Reley would be forever indebted. If only to avoid this sudden void in her stomach, like her inside had been gouged and left her to nothing. Every effort to sever her existence had been futile.
This is why I shouldn't come back.
So why is it that I always do?
Words escape with the air having been forced from her lung. Head angles downward, opting to gaze at the faint glimmers of the sun gliding across the choppy water rather than she who demanded attention.
❝ ... I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know you. Go away. Leave me alone. ❞
For a while she doesn't sense any movement, and cannot gather the morale to move herself. Psyche has to steadily gain momentum, and joyously seems to before the other mermaid's has a chance.
❝ Didn't you hear me? I said go away! ❞
Though her aversion to the water only rises with each passing day and pretty face, resting on the shore with a net tangled in their hands, she always found herself returning. Vowed and unable to visit the home in which she was raised, she'd linger at its outskirts still, sometimes for hours, watching their world drift along as though she'd never been part. It almost made her wish she had continued with her letters, as it would give past friends a chance to care about her situations and smile at her lucky breaks, even if she was lying.
No, what are you saying?
No more of that.
You hate the sea, and it doesn't need you.
A typical Reley, resting atop one of many jagged isles of boulders protruding from the seafloor, sings her song, allowing the salted breeze to carry it to listening ears. Some siren's melody, doomed to lure others to their misfortune. Some tune to call some sailor to carry her away from the devil's waterhole.
And did that not hold true now, but in reverse; a splash emanates at her back, prompting her to turn to see who had surfaced. She now finds misfortune upon her own hands, and the mermaid upon the rocks loses her lyrics to disbelief.
❝ Irena... ❞
For a moment they merely grin and inch closer, nudging into her, but then they are thrown back as if by some invisible force, into the densely packed sludge at their feet. For several seconds they lie there, crimson tendrils pawing at the sleeves of their sweater, almost stunned. There are ruptures in the soft material and then in the skin below that, wide slashes dealt by deceptively blunt chartreuse scales. A dripping gash re-opened by lines of jagged spines —an injury that they surely wouldn’t’ve even be able to feel if their heart still beat in their chest— slowly slides closed and they gasp in delight at the sensation, slowly making their way to their feet.
Death surrounds them in swirling patterns of red and they lick their lips. They taste blood, and that does nothing but further excite them. Who knows? Perhaps they’ve met a Kingdom denizen that is capable of defending herself, of providing a good —or at least decent— night’s entertainment.
But, then again, an unwanted siren could hardly be considered part of the Kingdom.
"Oh, Reley… How could you ever be so cruel? Mhehee, keep goin’ the way you are, an’ I might even have to reconsider what I’ll do to you. I’d feel like you’d make a wonderful servant, heh…”
Softly, they giggle, relishing how the currents play against their flesh, healing whatever the pitiful mermaid had split open. Though it would probably be best to take care of her now, quickly and painlessly, while she was in shock, they have no intention of letting her leave in any way at all without seeing just how much of a blue sea denizen she is first.
"Come, now. We both know y’can’t quite leave, right? Heh heh…”
And never had she been more grateful for a seabound curse; fins had always done her wrong under this day. As the weight upon her shoulders is relieved, the adrenaline in her body catapults her forward, embracing that she was now the only of them who could caress her skin. Little more than flailing has her heaving her chest, not quite hyperventilating, but drawing borderline breaths.
Reley doesn't wear a smile as though the other's wounds were a personal victory. Only her pupils dilate, watching as each afflicted injury found itself anew, revitalized and masked. As if they had never been present. Their delight, to her, was a disgusting sensation in its own right, no matter how minute the sound. Each roll of their tongue did not better her standing, and each sound they made was amplified, if only in illusory truth.
❝ ... Stop saying my name... ❞ Amidst all of this jargon she couldn't possibly comprehend, that was all she managed. Contours almost seem to fall anemic at what this all entails.
I should never have come back to this sea.
I hate the sea.
I hate I hate I hate I ｈａｔｅ I ＨＡＴＥ
Right now, leaving is engulfing all her thoughts but worries are of the minority now. Now, it's her bravado that chooses to speak, not quite on her behalf.
❝ ... Servant... ❞ The word is acid, burning ulcers into holes in her tongue. The persimmon of her eyes dully pierces with its own fire, Wanting, yet not wanting to know. But what was her offered alternative? Likely an option that was far from favorable.
Which left one possibility, which may, as it now seemed, be the least viable and most desperate.
❝ ... I won't serve anyone. ❞ This is karma, isn't it? ❝ ... I should never have come back to this sea... And I won't stay here, I won't stay here, I'm going back where I came from! ❞ Which, to the each of them, may be vastly different in context.
Reley learned how to curse from the sailors she's 'dated'. Though, she rarely curses, usually when scared, since she seems to think they're 'special' words that are reserved for humans.
Reley used to send update letters to Irena out of guilt, but after the Red Sea affair she stopped, using the incident as an excuse to fully sever her connection to the sea.
❝ Hey! You're in my way, butthead! ❞ True Wordsworth from the flailing seven-year old's mouth.
The 12th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to being hit on in a bar
The lack of recognition is disappointing, though expected. Who knew what she had lost upon stepping into territory of the sea of corpses? Perhaps it had primed her for becoming a corpse herself— though it was unlikely. The blue had, disappointingly, adapted since the last invasion.
But Reley —-dearest Reley, always outshined by her sister—- had always had a streak in her that differed her from the thoughtless drones that dwelled in the Kingdom. Maybe tonight fate will shine upon them once again. The thought makes them grin, and instead of backing away as she probably wished, they move forward again, coils of hair writhing around them.
Caressing her cheeks, the pale flesh of her arms, the crook of her neck— lovely, little, Reley, possessing a body and soul that many a corpse in this putrid wasteland would rise for, and then maybe die for again. Of course, they have no interest in taking after their ambassador, but the flesh beneath slate grey locks is supple and soft, and most probably sweet as well.
Leaning against the unfortunate mermaid, they giggle, cracking one eye open, tempted to properly twist her around so their eyes could meet, so they could see her when she finally remembered.
"…Aw. Guess you don’t remember me. Pity. Heh, I don’t blame you, y’know…
I was never really important anyways, mhehee.”
They seem peaceful enough, but there’s the barest hint of resentment in their voice, and their actions betray their words by far—
Eyes gleaming, jaw open, tongue out, mouth watering— they’re ready for a feast.
A gelid stream of misgivings spirals about her spine, eyes taking their full circular shape. As the tendrils twines amongst her open flesh, she finds herself disgusted enough that her limbs rust over and refuse to act, allowing the undead creature to wreathe around her body, petting and strokinng as if she's some precious morsel.
Though, after enough moments of this and marginalized panic surmounted and dilated, Reley thrashes. She can't even see her attacker anymore, but all she wants of them is release, and, at peak fear, death. Though, that possibility was rather purposeless to request, as the other had nothing to lose.
She wants to retch, and fall down and out, and cry even, but it's all just a side effect of the playing field. And for a maiden, she's got a pretty tough will to not die, and even moreso get this creep off and away from her body.
❝ I don't know you, I don't remember you, I don't want to know! Get off of me! Damn it, damn it, get off! ❞ That statement, however, lingers and twitches about, bouncing off of the inner walls of her skull.
I was never really important, anyways.
Was this truly someone she knew? Knew her? Knew about her? What she did? What she does?
There's no point in trying to figure that out now-- everything's about as clouded as the water around these parts.
Guess who’s going to keep you here for a bit?
"Hey-looooooo! Haven’t seen you in forever? Where’ve ya been?”
Hm. She wonders.
❝ Forever is... pretty right, I guess. I've, uh, been... y'know, busy. Up on land. Lots to do, lots to see... ❞ Miyura's just someone she can't be mean to, even if she tries.
”IIIIIII see a familiar face!”
❝ Hey... Miyura. ❞
Oops. Guess who got caught in the sea again.
headcanon that reley used to be friends with miyura
since i have about an hour before curfew does anyone wanna do a baby reley au
We’re all trying to forget someone.
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"It’s your funeral. Just remember that." The demon smirked and intensified the flames that swirled around her arm. She pointed her arm like a gun at the mermaid and shot a steady round of flames at the water, not really caring if the fish girl swims out of the way or not.
Funeral, sure.
that same goofy smile adorning her lips, she floats out of the way of the flames with a breezy yet hurried quality, not showing her concerns as much as she may have felt them. Though, if she could dock herself upon a rock somewhere, she could easily--
There's one! Let's go station ourselves there, and perhaps sprout some legs? That's a thought!
[✘] — Her agony was so euphonious to him, as if she was singing her siren song, although the only noise was that of the violent attack just made. She seemed stunned, invigorated, her emotions and body conflict against each other, as she is helpless.
But only for that moment.
When he steps back away, relishing her weakness and reaction, Killisaki does well to start cleaning the sprayed blood, from his face, gloves, shirt—whether they be arranged in tiny drops, or large splatters.
His smile widens, almost threateningly, and the vampire does well to try and mask his laughter.
"Are you so sure about that? What can you do that will hurt me, I wonder? Or perhaps I should try and make sure you die before you get the chance to show me!"
Certainly, if someone can threaten something like that so determinedly, she probably was not as human as she looked. Killisaki’s interest, and worry, heightened. Was she a powerful deity, perhaps? Or a demon or a harpy or a witch or something that would prove challenging. Mismatched eyes watched her, as his fingers stayed in his mouth in order to suck the remaining blood away from their shape.
What will you do, miss?
These are times when Reley wishes she knew how to withhold her vengeful thoughts.
Reley, as much as she wished she were all powerful and capable of putting a man to his knees upon her arrival, was nothing of the sort. No special abilities of any kind, besides her alluring melody, which in the end would only draw him closer and risk her being bitten again should his kind fall unaffected. She was as mortal as mortal gets, and might as well be considered a fish out of water, flailing, unable to breathe.
Right. Like any other sea creature-- the step onto land is the step that dooms you. And, indeed, without the ocean on all sides, helpless was all a mermaid could be.
But since she'd had the gall to run her mouth at whatever just tore her flesh apart with teeth alone, there was nothing to do but talk herself up a storm. Which, in this condition, was hard enough-- her lips felt and moved like ice, her body having become gelid without warning. Shaking, lightheaded, perhaps even bleeding still, for the wound is out of range. Being forced to watch as he ran his tongue along his digits soaked in gore making her want to retch. And even so, she still had to act like she was something sent by the Sea God to strike down mighty foes.
Downright pathetic.
Though only further terror-stricken with his threats of further agony, her tongue moved in a swift motion, as if afraid she'd forget her words should she move any slower.
❝ Y-You've... Never heard the legend...? Have you n-no idea just how many have died by my hand...? Their corpses are o-on the seafloor somewhere, decayed to bones... Surely you knew? ❞
kurotxuno said:
[ i REALLY WANNA RP IRENA TBH K ILL ME]
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