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She started the car and revved the engine, subconsciously showing off. It was a hard habit to break. She rested her hands on the wheel and started off, going down the very familiar road to home. They were about 15 minutes away and if she drove a little faster they'd arrive sooner.
Eventually they did get there and she'd pulled into the parking lot without a word, "Right. We'll walk down to my house and I'm gonna change into a swim suit and I can see if I can find something for you to swim in-- " She had several of her victims clothes stashed away in a wardrobe just in case.
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Cyr followed her to the vehicle, staring with rapt attention at it. There really weren’t any things like this left in Panem. Maybe a few in the Capitol did, but certainly no one in the Districts did -- it was much too luxurious for anyone but possible a Victor to afford.
“Ready,” He answered and opened the door, sitting down next to her.
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outofsongs -- ;; does anyone want to do a thread where their character is human in an alternate universe and anthea is hunting them.
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They walked, though not much of a distance. Quickly, at the sight of her car she reached into her back pocket for her keys and unlocked the vehicle with absolute ease. Pulling open the driver's door, she hopped inside and patiently waited until he followed suit to start the car.
"Ready?"
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“Er…no, I suppose I don’t,” Cyr replied with a sheepish laugh. When the girl turned away, Cyr furrowed his eyebrows until she spoke, then quickly moved to catch up with her. “Sounds like a plan to me then,” His tone light and full of joy.
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"God you really don't know anything, do you?" She shook her head and clucked her tongue as she turned away and started moving toward her car, "Come along ignorant little fisher, I've got an ocean waiting for you."
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“What’s a kindergarten? Is that a city or something?” Cyr asked curiously.
The reveal that she lived by water made Cyr immediately more comfortable. The water was a territory he considered his-a place he could be entirely himself. “Sounds perfect to me. If you don’t mind putting up with me, that is,” He chuckled, hoping that she didn’t. She was the first person in a while to be this kind to him.
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If they had a kid meme
send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
Name:
Gender:
General Appearance:
Personality:
Special Talents:
Who they like better:
Who they take after more:
Personal Head canon:
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"Maybe you should just go back to kindergarten," she teased.
The siren nodded simply smiling wider. This human was nice -- interesting even. She felt this sort of little spot in her heart filled with the urge to protect and it was strange. It was not normal, but who cared at this point? Wiggling a bit where she stood, entirely turned to mush now by this boy in front of her, she parted her lips and rubbed at her nose, "I can take you back to my place -- I uh.. I live right off of the beach. We can go swimming and hang out and stuff. It's usually kinda empty at this time of day. That and no one ever seems to find it."
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“Ten? Really? Whoa, my counting skills have clearly been lost a little bit,” Cyr replied with a sideways smile and a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He bit his lip in thought. Cyr wasn’t exactly mused in the world that they were in right then. “Um…I wouldn’t mind going to the water, but I’m not really sure if there’s anything nearby that we can swim in. If not, then we could always just wander around a bit.”
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"You've used it like ten times in the past 10 minutes," she turned back to him with raised brows and grinned.
Her smile sort of softened into a little pout as he explained that they couldn't exactly go to his boat. Being a siren was it odd that she'd never sailed before? She wasn't one to go into the ocean, more like she'd just sit and stare at it for hours, "Well I tried.Is there something else you'd like to do?"
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“Abuse? You think so?” Cyr asked with his head turning to the side a bit in curiosity. The small pat made his lips upturn back into a smile and his hand ruffled through his dark hair. “My boat? Oh…er…well there are two things wrong with that. One is that I don’t actually own the boat I work on and two, we’re not really anywhere…near where the boat is kept.” They weren’t even in the same country technically.
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She nodded as he did, as if that was enough to seal the deal. They'd have another conversation together sooner or later, she was sure of it. Inhaling softly, she closed her eyes and listened to the waves harder than she had been before. Something about singing for him made her nervous. He was kind of taking a while to make his decision too. It was driving her nuts. Pursing her lips, she stopped stretching her body and sat up straight -- preparing for whatever he chose.
Of course, he didn't choose. He was giving her the choice. Wonderful. Swallowing, she grimaced softly as the lyrics of previously listened to songs began to float through her thoughts. No. Not that one. That's too harsh. Too happy. Too boring. Ah! There -- that's it. That's the one. Her lips parted, her body sort of relaxing as she let loose a few..hoarse... hummed notes. Clearing her throat, and sitting up more than before, she rested her hands in her lap and started again knowing this time she'd get it right.
"Hello world, hope you're listenin'.
Forgive me if I'm young -- for speaking out of turn."
Her voice carried out into the wind; soft and simple as it always was. She didn't know why she'd picked this song out of them all. Perhaps it was because of how pretty she thought it was the first time she'd heard it on the radio. Usually when she thought that she subconsciously stashed away the songs for hunts. Strange, right?
“One day- if you’ll promise me that, kid.” He shrugged nonchalantly with a relaxed smile still on his face, but nodded at her next words. With a bit more attention, the sea sat up from his position in the sand bed he’d made and chuckled. “Very right. You’re singing is interestin’.”
Pausing for a moment to contemplate her offer, he realized it didn’t matter. A siren’s voice was always beautiful no matter the song and this girl wasn’t any different. “Whatever’s your favorite. I’m up for anything.”
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"No worries -- That's a phrase you seem to abuse." She raised her brows and stepped forward, her hunger pangs somewhat distracting, "Mmh.." She made the noise out of habit, her hand reaching out to sort of give him a little pat; not that that wasn't odd. She laughed and turned away, her arms crossed as she struggled against the hunger, "Why.. don't uh.. why don't you show me your boat?"
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Cyr ignored the implication of the way she said her first phrasing and smiled at the pronounced siren woman. “Oh no, you wouldn’t upset me. I’m generally a pretty patient person with most. No worries,” He offered the bright eyed girl a reassuring smile.
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Unable to stop the muscles of her face from contorting into a small smile, the siren moved to rest her hands in her lap. She couldn't quite place where the sudden swamp of comfort had come from. Perhaps.. it was the stranger himself -- as she thought before. Maybe it had to do with what he was. Almost, but not quite forgetting to respond, she paused and cleared her throat.
"Very interesting," she murmured not quite up for philosophical chat, "Maybe one day we can answer those questions, hm?" She played with the fabric of her shirt as claimed her singing interesting. She almost laughed.
"Right, my singing? Interesting?" She smirked and leaned forward, stretching her hands out to her toes, "Alright then. Hm.. something silly or sad or pleasant?" She decided throwing out ideas would be best or else she'd never be able to pick.
”That’s a great mindset. And you’re right- if you’re truly immortal, do you stop accepting the fact that life can be a joy? Or do y’let it pass you by?” The man opened his eyes, looking up at the sky. Turning his face at her question, Luke sat up on his elbows with a crooked smile dancing on his lips.
“I’m interested in your singing because it’s interesting. So congrats on that, kid.” To have a siren singing for him would definitely be a different experience… But what would he ask of her? The sea thought for a moment and responded slowly, “If you’d want to, I think anything you sang for me would be beautiful- so, please- you chose.”
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Anthea could only give a bit of an eye roll. This girl.. or.. siren.. Right. She was a siren. It had finally clicked inside the creature's mind. Smiling softly, ironically so, she shoved her hands in her pockets and huffed. The other obviously wasn't afraid to speak her mind because that was what she kept doing it seemed.
Pursing her lips, she stepped forward a bit tentative. What if she.. no. That wouldn't happen, right? She seemed rather intrigued with her anyway and it wasn't like she'd turn that against her.
"Well.. I would.. but you know.. you're being kind of rude. Maybe if you're nicer at convincing me I'll get in with you and we can share a swim.. or something lame that siren's do together." She shook her head and laughed a bit, chewing at her lower lip.
Hopefully that sounded more inviting, like it did in Anthea's head. She kind of wanted to sit and stay and chat -- simply because she'd never met another siren. It.. sounded splendid. Of course, she'd never admit that she felt that way.
Though there’s more to her life than a boyfriend. It’s a band and eight other girls who care about her, but we’re not getting into that right now, or maybe ever. If they encounter again, then maybe we will and it’ll be the prettiest thing in the world.
That’s not the case here, today. They’ve only just met and they’re not even on first name’s yet and Amani’s already gotten all sassy with the other. Of course, though, the blonde doesn’t care, at all, because it’s not like they’re ever going to speak again —Or so she thinks.
The siren isn’t any less phased by the other’s inquiry and shrugs it off. Being called rude is absolutely normal to her. Propping herself up a bit in the sand, the waves still washing over her body, Amani responds, but her voice still isn’t any less than when she first started.
“Well, you’ve obviously got a thing for the water, so why not just go in it. Resisting what you love is absolute idiocy, to be honest.”
Because giving into your desires doesn’t make you weak, in her prophecy. Amani thinks that it’s okay to embrace what you love and it’s okay to be who you are, but she also lacks the knowledge, that not everyone has the same liking as her.
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"Ha..haha.. friends.. right.." She shook her head. As if that was already possible. Reaching her hands up to rub at her face, she pursed her lips and raised a brow, "I hope so. Wouldn't want to upset a silly little human."
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“Of course I would. That’s what friends are for right?” Cyr asked with a pleasant smile, allowing it to grow over the next few seconds. “You won’t Anthea, no worries.” He chuckled at her apology and shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. You’re just fine. Really.”
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The siren sat in silence a moment, listening quietly to the ocean as it washed up on the shore and pulled away. Of course, it always came back. And she liked that. She liked that very much. She smiled softly and used her hair as a little curtain to hide her face as it fell past her shoulder, "Mmh.. Yeah I don't.. think it matters anyway."
"I don't have to be immortal to be happy," she added as her fingers sifted through the sand. Anthea was somewhat startled with his interest in her singing -- it was.. odd. No one had ever been so inclined. If the entity listened close enough he'd be able to hear the nerves, "Oh? And why is it that you're so.. interested in my singing?" She raised her eyebrows and glanced over at him finally.
"Is there a song you'd like me to sing to you? Or.. perhaps a song I've already sung that caught your attention?" She sort of liked singing and she had this feeling that as soon as he asked.. she'd do it without hesitation.
”Touche, kiddo. I guess no one really wants to ever test those waters.” The sea shrugged, leaning back in the sand. It wasn’t a matter of him hurting himself, it was just that the Ocean had always been around. It was a constant of sorts.
Hands behind his head, he smiled slightly before answering. “It’s not a matter of how. Give me a stretch of coastline and I’ll be peachy keen. But your singing brought me specifically here.”
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