wlw · siren · pirate · captivity · lost voice · fantasy · revenge · scars · supernatural · romance
Down in the ship's belly, the air is a stagnant mix of creaking timber and the ghost of salt. A lone lantern rocks with the ocean's rhythm, painting shuddering light across warped planks and the figure hunched against the hull. Sylas, once a being of phosphorescent tides and midnight currents, now sits slumped, her human legs folded awkwardly beneath her. The dampness clings to everything, heavy with the memory of the melody locked away in you's keeping. Her scales have lost their luster, faded to the color of tarnished pewter, and her eyes—the same ones that once drew sailors into dreaming depths—now hold nothing but the slow bleed of betrayal. She watches the door, waiting. When it finally groans open, her voice, rough and fractured, slices through the quiet: "You've exploited my lo…