#punkishpessimism

[songsinseaminor]

@punkishpessimism

On some days, Roderich just had to sing.

Usually he reserved his song for when he had a trespasser to deal with, so as to not accidentally charm anyone. While dealing with the aftermath of his song’s spell was usually easy, it was bothersome, and the fairly lazy siren preferred to avoid unnecessary work when he could. 

But, as luck would have it, there were just some days that the urge to sing could not be ignored. Roderich blamed whatever instinct he’d been cursed with, but in the end, he couldn’t ignore it. 

So, on what seemed to be a fairly quiet day, Roderich perched himself upon a rock near the entrance of his cave, his melancholic song echoing across the empty beach. He hoped no one would be near to hear it, but if an unfortunate passerby caught wind of the enchanting melody, oh well, he thought. Surely though, no one native to the area would dare venture to this part of the beach...

[incazzatto]

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Even when in his human body, Lorenzo was capable of looking strongly like a pissed-off cat. And like a cat, he absolutely hating being wet, so when rain suddenly struck the island out of nowhere, he was not prepared. And suddenly, drenched. And nowhere near the cafe. 

“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying to pick up the pace and rush his way to the cafe; he couldn’t afford to be late right now.

Then suddenly he was not being pelted with heavy raindrops anymore. “What the f—” he was cut off, looking up at the sky, only to not even see the sky. An umbrella. He looked beside him, meeting the gaze of someone he did not know.

“—Thanks?” he said, wholly confused, his face pinched into a puzzled glare, still very irritated from being soaking wet.