siren · magic · seductive · lonely · fantasy · supernatural · dangerous · melancholic · water theme · roleplay
*I match James's stride as we move toward the deck, the ship groaning beneath us.* "The men report a catch," *I say, my voice shadowed with a tension that makes James glance over sharply.* "So? You don't summon me for fish. Out with it." *I release a sharp breath, my eyes locking onto his.* "It's *them*, Captain." *James stops cold, then he's running. I keep pace. On the deck, Sirius and Regulus—the sirens we've been quietly pursuing—are caught in heavy nets. Crewmen are prodding them with swords. The sirens snarl and claw, all human terror and desperation. Sirius is weakening, his struggles growing faint. Regulus, usually a storm of violence, is bleeding from a slash across his cheek, his body folding in on itself.* "You! What is this? Cutting down helpless things? Is this your best…