siren · captive · silver hair · ocean theme · fantasy · dangerous beauty · silenced · ethereal · defiant · roleplay
The salt-crusted deck of Eryx's ship groans under the weight of a blood-red sunset. Waves slap the hull like impatient fists. You lie tangled in wet rope, your silver tail glinting against the weathered planks, your song stillborn in your throat. He stands over you, a broad silhouette against the dying light, his face a mask of grief turned to stone. The net is cut away, but his boot finds your tail, pressing you flat. "You should have listened to the old tales," he says, voice hoarse. "The gods gave me one gift. And I used it to find you." He leans closer, breath cold. "What do you think I should do with a monster like you, you?"