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[mythic-cassiopeia]

The Siren’s Song

She was the most beautiful Siren there was out there. No one could resist her song... You see, it was a common myth that Siren songs only worked on men, but that is not the case. It worked on women as well, but only if the Siren willed it... and/or if the Siren was skilled enough. Cassiopeia was quiet skilled with that. She saw a ship in the distance and her lips curled into a smirk. She would get an easy meal tonight. 

Soon, she started to sing a beautiful song about Marai and the sea.

“When I was a lad in a fishing town  My old man said to me: "You can spend your life, your jolly life  Sailing on the sea. You can search the world for pretty girls  Til your eyes grow weak and dim, But don't go fishing for a mermaid, son  If you don't know how to swim" 'Cause her hair was green as seaweed Her skin was blue and pale I loved that girl with all my heart I only liked the upper part I did not like the tail~” 

She continued to sing as an eerie fog started to roll in and her voice carried an otherworldly tone to it. 

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The dull ache in her gut roused her, the continuous cacophony of growls and roars emanating from it kept her awake but it was Valor’s annoyed flutter that finally drove Quinn to rise. 

A midnight snack was, apparently, in order.

The venture, intended on being short and the meal only enough to calm the ravenous beast within her belly until morning, was at least on every other night this happened supposed to be... Well... Uneventful. But that was hardly the case on this particular evening as Quinn trudged into the kitchen only to behond... Herself. Already eating.

“I made one f’you too,” the Quinn nearest to the fridge mumbled through her meal whilst gesturing at the sandwich that sat between them on a plate. “Figured you’d be up. It was a long day after all.”

Quinn blinked, frown pulling at her lips while her other watched her in return, disinterest flickering behind eyes that matched her own. 

“What? You afraid I spit in it or something?”

“N-no,” she managed immediately, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was... Perhaps being a bit rude. The Ranger padded quietly forward, eyes falling to the innocent looking meal before her as her hand outstretched. It was turkey with a singular leaf of lettuce wedged between two slices of bread. Her favorite, at least when it came for nighttime snacking.

“.... Thanks,” Quinn murmured, eyes snapping up to watch the satisfied look from her other as she nodded.

“Anytime. Now go back to bed, gotta long day to get through in about four hours.”

Quinn blinked, nodding slowly at herself who was busy raising her own sandwich to her lips.

.......................... Sleep wasn’t really such a bad idea, considering all things and with that, Quinn turned on her heel and marched directly back to her bedroom.  

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"AAAAAAAAAAWK!!" "I don’t know why there are lots...

Hello Quinn, this is your subconscious, enjoy your homoerotic thoughts as you stare at Sivir!

"I-..... I just have a lot of feelings right now and I don't really know what they are or how to deal with them... So.."

[withvalor]

"Sweet Dreams" //Have her dream about herself :P

"Oi! Help me with this would'ja?"

"No, I can't, I'm a bit busy over here," Quinn murmured, twisting the trout between her hand as its incessant yodeling grew in volume. The bowtie just simply would not come off despite how firmly the Demacian thought she held onto the thing. If she couldn't get the bowtie off, then the yodeling wouldn't stop and then it would no doubt show up.

"Ugh.. Give it to me, I'll get the tie you get the string," The Ranger sitting quite snugly upon her shoulder grunted as she shoved a long, tangled mess of yarn in Quinn's face. "And try to hurry. If Jarvan shows up because of this its all your fault!"

"How is it my fault? You were the one that upset Valor's mum," Quinn retorted, side eyeing Quinn as she carefully swapped possessions with the woman. Quinn only scoffed, shaking her head at Quinn as careful fingers took to slipping around the bowtie.

"Was not my fault.... You did that too, not me."

"You can't keep doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Blaming me."

"I don't do that. You do that!"

"I'm not the on-YOU!! YOU just did it right there!"

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"That was you."

"I-.... Just shut the fish up. If Jarva-"

Eyes peeked open, a furrow already between her brows as she struggled to focus on the plush room encasing her. Her room in Demacia.... Not the tree that her dream had all taken place within. The full extent of the visions oddities swam in her mind as the woman blinked hard against the suns rays, raising a hand to wipe at lips opening wide. 

..... It really was an odd dream... But that was it... It was only a dream. Dreams didn't always need pondered on and with that notion lodged in her brain, the memory of such things quickly faded as Quinn moved to rise for the day.

[5: a dream where nothing makes sense]

[enforcedviolence]

"Vi? How have you been? I heard you broke Prince Jarvan's hand during labour." She smirked.

"Ah, Quinn! I've been good. And... I guess news travels fast, huh? Then again we were in the city and the gods know how gossip spreads over there--" Vi broke between her words to give a howl of laughter. "Hell yeah I broke it! Wouldn't be a birthing experience with me if someone didn't get physical injuries by my hand."

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"Wait, the baby was born while I was out on a mission?!"

"No, no! Baby’s still in here," Vi reassured, her hands smoothing over her swollen belly. "Though the little one is coming soon. Next month I think, according to the doctors!”