Imagine having Siren-like abilities and using them to tease Arthur Curry when he's trying to concentrate.
Arthur was growing annoyed with you, that much was obvious, but to you, it was like watching a child about to have a tantrum because he realized he’s losing a game.
He was on the land, trying to track some fishermen who had been fishing over Atlantis, and disrupting the sealife around it, which was a big no no. He hadn’t exactly invited you along - you had done that yourself - and was enjoying trying to tempt him back into the water. Your song was irresistable to most, but Arthur was mostly able to hold strong against it, due to his more advanced powers.
“O, he’s dead as a nail in the lamp room door, and we say so, and we know so, and he won’t come worrying us no more, O poor old man,” You sang, your siren’s voice making the old sea shanty sound hauntingly beautiful. You’d been trying to tell Arthur all this time, but he just hadn’t been listening to you. Until now, apparently.
“What did you say?” He asked.
“We’ll rop him down with a long long ro’, and we say so, and we know so, where the sharks have his body and the devil take his soul! O, poor old man.”
“They’ve been dealt with this entire time and you didn’t think to tell me?” He grumbled, taking off his sweater so that he could come back into the water, giving you a damn fine view.
“I did try to tell you,” You said, your voice as sweet as honeysuckle. “But you never listen to me.”
“For good reason, you might actually snare me one of these days,” He said with a chuckle, as he dove into the water, coming rather close to you.
“My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,” You sang, swimming in close to him, your hands touching his hairy cheeks. “There is nothing can console me - but my Jolly Arthur Bold.”
Requested by: Anonymous