We Know Where Drowned Sailors Go ||
Bolts through the water and hides behind a rock looking over it to stare her down. Makes garbled clicking noises in return. She wasn’t the first he had run into of her kind though the last had been eaten.
The only ladies that would talk to him were the female Angler fish and that was them trying to mate, biting at his flesh to get him to submit and offer his male bits for eternal servitude for the baby making. He had no interest in fish. So he ducks under the rock again panicking a little. Peers up enough for jagged sharp teeth to be exposed in a hellish grin. He swims over it enough to expose his torn tail. He was not the cutest part fish in the sea and was very self conscious. “Do you speak?” Strained slightly and black hair moves freely with the tide, waves above moving long strands lazily.
Well, she wasn’t the prettiest example of merfolk herself. Being a siren, the others’d been quick to shun her as a more ‘barbaric’ kind, and not to be trusted. While she couldn’t disagree with them, she was still very bitter about it. This creature she’d happened upon though.. He seemed her kind of merpeople, and a slow beat of her midnight-blue tail brought her closer. Hmm.. A bit too skittish, maybe..
She flashed her own set of needlepoint teeth and emitted a gurgled chuckle. Slender hands set upon the large rock so she could peer over it better. Oh.. A horrid creature he was, wasn’t he? When he asked her to speak, Sapphire blues twinkled bemusedly. Good, he wasn’t mute at least. That would be boring.
When she spoke, her voice bore a melodic lilt, and the kind of gurgle you hear in the speech of the somewhat less cultured merfolk. She played with a lock of her ebony hair. “Of course I do, and I sing, too.” Her eyes achieved a mischievous gleam at that, and her thoughts strayed to the dozens of men that had found their sailor’s grave through her voice.