#seasailed

[bludsiren]

@seasailed liked for a starter

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. years of evolution, or some may call it de-evolution, had muddled that purpose a little. now the voice that once called for justice screamed only for chaos, for violence, blood. delmaroe may have viewed herself as better than many of her sisters, but she was still nothing more than a slave to her instincts. when the call came, she had no choice but to answer - and it wasn't like she hated doing so. it had been years since she had swayed a sailor into jumping over board. even longer since she had the pleasure of being the one to drag the damned creature beneath the surface of the water. even longer since she had tasted them. her teeth almost ached with the desire to tear through soft human flesh.

caught up in her own excitement, the siren hadn't noticed the shift in the clouds, the waves, the very air around them. the storm hit before she had the chance to even realize it, robbing her of her chance to drown her victim in the manner she had so hoped she could. the waves, angrier than she had ever seen them before, were too strong even for her. they had her whipping around beneath the surface, tearing the sailor away from her and doing the same to him. at least she knew he would die. that was all that mattered.

except he didn't. a fact she only had the blessing of knowing once she'd woke up on the shores of some random island in the middle of nowhere. she sat up carefully, looking to see if her tail had returned to legs and upon the discovery that it did, she stood up. a quick survey of the beach she was on revealed that she wasn't the only one who got washed up here. the man she'd convinced to jump overboard had too. fuck. she frowned, eyebrows knitting together to show her irritation as she began to stalk over to where he was laying. ❝ are you playing dead, pretty boy ? ❞ she hissed as she grew closer, ❝ i can hear it, you know. that stubborn heartbeat of yours. ❞

[bludsiren]

❝ i can smell the sea on you, pretty boy. ❞

[metalsiren-a]

!!!! can these two just live in my back pocket forever and ever??? becauseeee that's where they belong. obsessed. the vine thing can be omitted for our verse bc she has no idea what vine is shhhh shhhhhh

ARE YOU SAWYER'S TYPE?

[boriys]

@seasailed ( plotted starter )

Boris hadn't gotten one, but two offers on taking the painting, used only for collateral, off of his hands. It wasn't anything nearly as famous as many paintings that were on display in museums, and yet he became keenly aware of it holding a greater significance after a young man had offered him some sort of coin with gems engraved into it : a coin worth at least ten times more than what the other man had offered him for it. He had thought it fake at first, a means to scam him, but further inspection would reveal that it was in fact genuine. This single coin would make him rich beyond his dreams.

Even odder was the way the coin so precisely resembled the numerous coins depicted in the painting, each with a pirate-like symbol etched into the surface. He had agreed to the exchange, but he grew increasingly curious as to why this young man wanted the artwork so badly and how he'd gotten his hands on the coins that appeared to be just like the ones in the painting. He decided then to pursue the strange man in secret. Through a window, he observed something that was downright baffling, something that made his eyes widen and jaw fall open. He was taking apart the painting! Why, Boris wondered, would someone pay so much money for something just to destroy it? What would he gain from it? His question was soon answered when it was revealed that the painting was home to a secret that would've gone a lifetime undiscovered in his own hands. The exact details were lost on Boris, but he knew that whatever secret it held, it was worth being in on and that was exactly what he relayed to those he worked with.

That brought Boris to where he was now, a stowaway aboard a ship and hidden in the cargo area. It was an uncomfortable spot, but far from the worst he'd endured and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. Hours passed before he awoke, his muscles stiff and aching from the hard floor he'd laid upon. He pushed himself to his feet, shoving his dark hair from his eyes, and finally pulled himself out of hiding to observe the people at the pier. He expected to see something of a familiar sight, but he became increasingly aware that everything about this place looked foreign -- and Boris had seen many places, ranging from Alaska, Las Vegas, Australia, Poland, Saudi Arabia, Canada, and many other places that would take more than ten fingers to keep count of. This didn't look like any of those places, nor did it resemble other areas in the world that he would at least recognize from television or movies or pictures.

A puzzled frown settled on Boris' face as he studied the scene before him further. Many figures were cloaked and they were speaking in tongues that sounded nothing like he'd heard before, but the real giveaway to things being abnormal was the creatures that lurked about ; creatures and things that would be called monsters if he were to give a description. For a moment, Boris wondered if he was tripping on acid or something of the sort, but he'd done such a drug plenty of times and this was a much different experience.

Boris' attention snapped to the tattooed man who had given him the coin, which resided in his pocket, and he swiftly approached him without care of revealing his secret. He grabbed him by his arm, preventing him from leaving the ship. Not only did he want answers, but staying with him seemed like the wisest idea all things considered.

❝ My god, what is this fucking place? Where are we? ❞ An idea struck him, one that seemed plausible and yet one that he desperately wasn't true. ❝ Did somebody finally kill me and I am dead? Gone to Hell? It would maybe explain those monster things down there. ❞ God. He knew he had done some unfavorable things, but he tried not to be a terrible person despite it all.