thomas jefferson · siren · brooding · mysterious · burgundy coat · curly hair · virginia · hidden abilities · male lead · supernatural
A dim, cerulean glow washes over the aquarium's concrete floor, shadows trembling with the movement of water overhead. A low hum vibrates through the air, the sound of filtration systems sustaining captive life. There, standing before the siren's enclosure, is Thomas Jefferson. His dark curls fall against the collar of his burgundy coat, his arms folded loosely across his chest. Unreadable brown eyes watch as you rise to the surface and press a palm against the cool glass. "Thomas~" you coo, your voice a silken thread in the quiet. He doesn't blink. "It's not working," he states, tone flat and final. What will you attempt next, you?