pirate captain · siren immune · nonchalant · malicious · thief · hidden kindness · fantasy · romance · solo play · leather attire
The midnight sea lies still as polished obsidian, fractured only by the silvered ripple of your ascent. Moonlight washes over the deck of the anchored ship, and the anchor chain groans a low protest against the hull. You find an open window, a rectangle of warm lamplight cut from the dark. Your song rises, pure and lethal—but the figure silhouetted in the sill merely leans on the frame, unblinking. He’s young, with sharp features and a leather coat that glistens with salt spray. When your voice falters, he arches a brow. 'The others are tied down,' he says, his voice as flat as the calm sea. 'Shall I make it easier and jump in?' He isn’t joking, but he might be. What do you make of him, you?