Vincere aut mori.

Neverland's wicked queen of the lagoon as portrayed by Vincent.

[theseasbelongtome]

" Sun in the sky, I am stopping you from burning, All we need is stars and moon.

Clock on the wall, I am stopping you from turning, Or this night will end too soon... "

IANTHE - Merfolk leader, for better or worse.

Dependant roleplay blog for NeverRPG.

Ianthe has an abundance of confidence, it’s no secret. By design, her reputation as the one of the most brutal and cunning merfolk is known all over the island. Wielding her stunning beauty as a powerful weapon, she has absolutely no trouble luring in her prey, she is always well fed. Ianthe’s throne is made of bones, carefully crafted over the course of decades as she’s climbed to power. Those unlucky enough to become her prey just become another one on the pile for her to perch upon. Countless Humans and Merfolk have fallen to her merciless hand, of whom Ianthe holds no remorse for. Perhaps not every one of those deaths was necessary per se… But she took enjoyment in each and every one. Blood and water are such a beautiful combination. Ianthe thrives in mind games. The island to her is akin to a chess board, one she looms over as she twirls her hair and watches the pieces move around, shifting them in her favour whenever given the opportunity. Peter, Hook, they’re all the same in the end – pawns.

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[littlenin]

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Ianthe is here. The word spreads fast; it's like she can feel it floating on the water. The whole world seemed to change around Nin, and she isn't going to let it wash her away. She rushes, fast as she can, to Ianthe's court, plotting words and gestures and everything before she can forget it.

She's out of breath and doesn't even realise there's a bit of seaweed stuck in her hair when she finally gets there, to the stone ruin falling to decay in the water. Only now, it isn't empty; a dark-haired woman who knows her power floats in the area, so beautiful and frightening the water feels colder near her.

Ianthe is so beautiful; Nin lets her breath be taken away for a moment, before she hesitantly approaches her.

"My lady," she says, daring to meet her eyes. She smiles, but so shyly. She wants to fidget with something as the nerves eat her alive; but would that be proper? "Welcome back to your lagoon," she just barely manages not to stammer.

"My name is Nin," she bows, a piece of her culture that will hopefully be received well. "The others have said I can stay here while I await your approval." She peaks up at her, desperate to get a gauge of how she's being perceived. "I... wow you're beautiful," she laughs a bit. "Um, I was wondering if you would let me stay? I'd be delighted to be one of your subjects," she says. "One of your most loyal, I swear."

[theseasbelongtome]

The court was in much need of some tender loving care. Sea moss had cast a blanket over most of it, colonies of pathetic little creatures having made their home in every little nook and cranny. When it comes to her court, Ianthe only trusts one person to keep it in the neat and tidy order it must maintain - herself, of course. Ianthe as no issue getting her hands dirty to maintain what is hers. Really, if it wasn't a little dilapidated from her absence, she would be suspicious.

To be brought out of her peaceful cleansing by such a shrill, unfamiliar voice served to immediately sour her mood. Ianthe's eyes, that deep purple that takes the sky as sunset fades and night sets in, land on the small visitor. There's plenty of time to look her over as she just doesn't stop talking. Ianthe's expression remains blank, cold, analytical. What to make of this one...

It's perhaps one of her favourite parts of her duties to sift through those who have swam in from lands afar. They plead to her their case, why they should be so honoured as to have spot in the luscious waters of Neverland, just as this one is now. Ianthe observes Nin in her anxiety, every little tell she's seen before in those before her. There's a sweetness to her, a sincerity that is so rare among her people. Of course, it all comes back to self preservation... And Ianthe doesn't expect it to stick around beyond her line of sight, however she can use it. She can use this one.

And should that use run out, there's no question this one would break fast. Easy clean up.

" You've come a long way, " Ianthe muses as she swims closer, bringing that icy water to Nin. " And you haven't been here long. " She likes to leave those unfortunate to be under her judgement in suspense; she pauses for a moment to allow Nin to wonder what that could mean.

Keeping people on their toes is vital, after all.

" Such a cute little thing you are... " Ianthe swims around Nin slow, clearly evaluating her. With a thoughtful hum, she reaches for that seaweed that had gotten tangled in Nin's lovely long hair, removing it as if to prune before brushing her fingers through. Dark strands spread through the water as she combs. " Tell me, sweetie. What has drawn you to my domain? "

[lowetyde]

@theseasbelongtome​ :: continued from HERE.

marlowe had learned to find comfort in solitude. in fact, he basked in the feeling of emptiness that eternally encapsulated his pitiful frame. it was much preferred this way. merfolk were not creatures that craved companionship; they did not require one another’s soft touch or sweet words to thrive in the ocean’s algid belly. carnage was their vice. supple skin being torn from bone, shredded by the knife-points of merciless fangs. the sweet nectar that was hot blood settling atop the tongue before sliding down down down a welcoming throat. screams, cries, agony filling one’s ears whilst thick flesh filled the pit of their ever-hungry stomach. this was a merfolk’s only wanting. this was marlowe’s desperate need.

unceremoniously pushed to the outskirts of the lagoon, the small corner he called his had grown much too familiar in the last weeks. his true home, however, has been built in ianthe’s shadow, allowing it cover him like a warm blanket in the otherwise frigid waters. but the sovereign did not need him in the ways he did her, and she would periodically disappear on whatever whims pleased her. ianthe was perfect, forged with the strength of crushing waves and beauty of the ocean’s hypnotic tides. yet for whatever reason, she seemed to entertain marlowe’s constant accompaniment, allowing him to use her has a shield against all that posed a threat against the poor fellow. without her—having only on his own words and whit to get by—the merman often resorted to hiding from the cruelty that lived deep within never’s lagoon, curling into as tight a ball as he could, in the darkest corner of his stony shelf, wasting away until she returned to save him from his wallowing.

this time, though, she’d been gone too long. he’d have bothered to worry about her if not too preoccupied with his own state of being. the beautiful glow of his alabaster skin had faded to lackluster grey. once sparkling scales ( a mixture of blues and greens, similar to scattered seaglass ) dulled with each day, and his fins had begun to wrinkle like wilting petals. sharp ribs and hollowed cheekbones etched shadows into his skin, further accentuating the creature’s already feeble state. marlowe was truly weak and worthless, as nature had intended him to be. not even the shrimp feared his shadow when it passed.

marlowe knew his death was an imminent point in the future of neverland’s story, but so soon ? it felt disappointing. there was much he’d wished to do, so many he’d hoped to conquer. a silver-tongued pirate with misplaced confidence in their eyes. a young girl with hair like raging flames, playing homemaker with those once her enemy. a merfolk gilded in glory, her laughter like wind-chimes that floated along the waves and shredded his ears. he’d wanted their bones to rest beautifully below his, encasing his body in an ivory casket, but, alas, he stood no chance in challenging fate. if death was his destiny, the fellow would welcome it.

then, through the thick fog of despair, a single ray of light finally peeked through. a tremor ran through his spine at the familiar touch entangling itself in his mess of blonde curls. marlowe jolted upright, turning to see her for himself … to ensure it was not just some trick played by a dying mind. relief washed over him the moment his eyes of azure met hers of deep violet.     “ ianthe. “

the sweet solace that came with her presence was quickly pushed aside, though, as was her hand from his hair. his brows wrinkled and tone deepened, looking upon her incredulously.     “ where have you been ? have you any idea what’s gone on whilst you’ve been gallivanting across the seven seas ?! “

[theseasbelongtome]

That sweet smile, as close to kind as her horrible highness could get to, twisted into something much more familiar to her features. A smile still to those who can't see the next layer down, however... It hides something bitter, something much more dangerous than even a frown. Dear Marlowe would know it well - she's annoyed.

Ianthe's hand which had slipped from his hair darted to find it again, this time gripping those lovely curls with force. She " guides " his head back down to settle on the stone. He looked much prettier when he was asleep, all peaceful, mouth shut. " Now, what sort of welcome is that? " Razor sharp teeth catch glimpses of light as she speaks, lightly stained a beautiful crimson. " Of course I have an idea, " she practically hisses, offended by the idea, " do you take me for a fool, Marlowe? " The question is an absolute death trap by design. There's no real right answer for Marlowe to give.

But he doesn't have to, for not a moment later all that fury in her subsides and once again she's as calm and serene as the water that gently ripples around them.

" I'll forgive your insolence this once, since you must be so overcome with emotion regarding my return, " a low tone, as beautiful as it is rattling.

Once Marlowe has been firmly put in his place, back down below her gaze, her grip on his hair loosens and returns to that gentle play for a fleeting moment. She's discontent with limiting herself to just one little part of him after that display from him. Dexterous digits adorned with nail that come to harsh points slide across Marlowe's delicate skin. A wonderful buzz to be felt with the knowledge that pressing in ever so slightly would surely tear him like paper. She watches as little parts of him tense under the touch, Marlowe has always been a little ticklish. She adores that about him. Down his cheek they venture, across the side of his thin neck, over that jutting collarbone and tracing over his disgusting bony chest...

" But you should try again, dear... " She looks to meet those foggy eyes of his once more, staring into their depths. She can't recall that sincere smile nor tone, just an echo of them, as she now sits upright and over him. " Miss me? " This time more a command than those melodic words that pulled him from sleep so gently.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS *  a collection of things you never want to hear

you never told me that. i can't believe you never told me.

what difference does it make?

no, no, no, don't leave me! please!

i failed you. is that what you want me to say?

was it all a lie? all this time?

so... when do you leave? what time? so i can be ready.

why did it take you so long to tell me? how long have you been holding this in?

i was wrong.

is this it? is this all there is?

at least give me one last dance.

all the exits are blocked. we're trapped.

there's too much blood.

you're the worst person i've ever met.

you're just as broken as i am.

i really thought we could work things out.

so stupid of me to think you actually cared.

you're just going to carry on and pretend like everything's fine when it's not fine.

go on without me. i can handle this.

don't tell me i'm too late.

i told you to leave me alone.

there's no use in trying anymore. it's over.

i should have known. i should have known all along.

i need you to be honest with me. tell me the truth. i deserve the truth.

you failed me.

i wish i never met you.

it's over. go home.

i feel something broken inside me. you can't fix it. no one can.

just take some deep breaths. in and out. you're gonna be fine.

you used to be better than this.

there's no way out.

what the hell was that for?

if you stay here, you'll die. do you understand?

how dare you speak to me like that!

am i too late?

you have to believe me. i didn't mean for this to happen.

i used to think you were perfect. i guess i was wrong.

so this is how it ends? just like that?

we're running out of time.

when were you going to tell me the truth?

how long has it been since we spoke? feels like years.

when did this start? how long has this been going on?

you never really loved me. it was all fake.

who was that? why were they here? why did you let them in?

i came as fast as i could.

what the hell did you think would happen?

can i even trust you?

i don't know who i am anymore.

i can't lose you again.

you are my biggest regret.

what good will it do?

just keep pressure on the wound, okay?

how could you do this to me?

i said get out! get out of here!

i'm never speaking to you again.

i tried to stop it!

you're so fucking stupid.

it's never been okay.

good riddance.

get out of here! i'll handle this!

i can't believe you. i can't believe you did this to me.

you were a good person once. i looked up to you.

i never should have listened to you. i'm such a fool.

don't lie to me! i know when you're lying!

why the hell did you do that?

i've never been wanted. not really. not by anyone.

i never loved you.

i've been dealing with this my whole life.

it was all a lie.

you forgot my birthday.

i'm a monster.

you actually believed that shit?

you think i would just stick around and let you treat me like that?

are you actually leaving?

can i kiss you one last time?

i can't believe i gave up my life for you. i gave up everything for you.

i can't lose you, too!

for what it's worth, there's no one i would rather fight alongside.

hang on for me, all right? don't leave me. please don't go.

i deserve better than this. i deserve better than you.

good! get out of here! i didn't want you here anyway!

i made it up as i went along.

things are going to get worse before they get better.

i don't think we're getting out of this alive.

we're not gonna make it.

get the fuck out of my face.

i don't think i'm meant to be loved.

[theseasbelongtome]

♜ [ CLOSED STARTER WITH @lowetyde ] ♜ ────────────────────────────────

Ahh, no place like home, is there? Bloody, chaotic home. It isn't the first time Ianthe had taken a little holiday. After a all, every hard working girl needs her space once in a while, hm? Pry herself away from her ever so demanding work and reconnect with nature. When your life is practically eternal, on occasion you need to hit that reset button. It clears her head, reminds her of the real crown waiting for her to claim it... How eager she is to get to it, to have a grasp over Neverland in sea, land and sky. She always returns with sharper teeth than ever. Renewed and ready to snap everything back into place.

Things tend to get out of hand when she isn't directly involved in keeping things tidy under that misty and chilling eye of hers. Some people are mournful when their holidays end, the crushing reality of that monotony returning. Not Ianthe. There's never really a dull moment in Neverland, after all. She's excited to once again firmly grasp at its roots, to remind Neverland and its people that she is never really gone.

They will never be free of her.

First order of business, of course, is the Lagoon. Upon entry her eye twitches, able to see every little thing that had changed, that had moved even an inch from where she left it. Her beautiful, healthy scales glitter in the light that reaches down into the water as she moves effortlessly through it. Her room is the first destination... And if even one thing is out of place, one tiny piece of coral removed or one piece of looted gold missing, hell will be risen.

Its lovely and quiet in here at the moment. Ianthe ponders what the others might be up to out there. She'll find out soon enough. On her way to her extravagant resting place, she passes the tiny section of the Lagoon dedicated to Marlowe. Oh, precious Marlowe. Sure enough, there on his rock sleeps the merman, blissfully unaware of Ianthe's return. Not for long. Her spot can wait a moment.

As quiet as the krill that crawl the ocean floor, Ianthe slowly swims to his side. Marlowe had gotten thinner since she left. Skin pale, almost sickly. Pitiful. Yet her heart swelled at the sight. He needs her. Does he dream of her face?

With a saccharine smile, Ianthe sets a hand on Marlowe's head, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it, weaving it between her fingers to wake him gently. She tilts her head, ready to meet his eyes - she will be the only thing he sees when they open.

" Miss me? " A hushed whisper, almost tender. She missed him. But oh, she would never say that.