#repeat after me now: his grace belongs to the mélusines

[hydrachea]

I think most Melusines would find Abyss Heralds/Lectors to be peak conventional beauty and be attracted to them the same way Chlothar Alberich did, and in fact Sigewinne's romantic interest in Wrio is considered unconventional among Melusines the same way some people are confused about certain fetishes. Thoughts?

My friend you are so correct, I can't believe it took this ask for me to see the obvious. If Elynas found Jakob's new Iniquitous Baptist form to be, I quote, "So tall and strong!", then of course his daughters would have similar tastes. We already know they find Riftwolves to be cute dogs, so no doubt Heralds, Lectors and the like are the height of attractiveness to them.

To them humans are a race they want to befriend, but not one they find particularly attractive (the opposite is true in the exact same way). It doesn't mean they're opposed to it - they're lower on the scale of what they find attractive, but not outside of it entirely. Still, Sigewinne's choice is definitely unconventional, that's the best word for it. Just like Wriothesley finding mélusines, in all their off-putting eldritch glory, attractive, is unconventional to other humans.

(That said, there's exactly one party who's overjoyed by this development, and that's Elynas. He could never coexist with humans the way he wished back when he was alive, so for his daughters to not only be able to achieve that, but also truly love humans and be loved in return... What a beautiful thing!)

[terrence-silver]

TWIG INTRODUCING BELOVED TO HIS PARENTS FOR DINNER! 😍 (when he returns from ‘Nam)

Mélusine

Twig!Terry Silver x Reader

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There was a family legend that a Silver patriarch once fell in love with a snake.

The shiny-scaled, dark haired serpent Melusine lived in a green lake, back in the old country, and the ancestor of their bloodline used to sit with her on the shores of her enchanted home --- the story goes, that he spent so long keeping her company there, not caring for the rest of the world, that he turned to stone, and the progeny that came from her cold blooded womb would've become their whole brood, blessed with cunning and a mind for wealth. She dragged the salty pillar that was his petrified body down to the deeps of her viper's den with her afterwards, along with all her other treasures, and they dwelled there ever since, land and water connected for all eternity. Of course, that was all a load of bullshit, ascribed to them to denote their own achievements and pin it instead, on a netherworld aquatic creature with a forked tongue, but regardless, Silver Sr. always knew, even though there was something to the overall idea that a Silver both loves and hates to extremes. After all, his own courtship with Terrence’s mother lasted approximately a few short weeks. He saw her and he decided he wanted her; and what he wanted, he had. He stuffed her into his car, drove out into the desert and offered her two ways out of there; one included being stranded on the dunes, another included riding out there with him and marrying him. She of course, chose the latter. Nothing was for free. Not even hitching a lift.

Some would call it abduction. He viewed it as cutting to the chase.

He knew Terrence's time would come too. It was in the blood.

And happen it does, approximately six months after he came back from Vietnam. It just that Silver Sr. never assumed that that person would be a nobody. Net-worth consisting of nothing. Alma Mater nonexistent. No firm behind them. Name with no etymology of distinction. At that particular dinner of introduction, he broods, cigar and Bourbon in hand. He scrutinizes Terrence's body language. His whole frame moves in unison with their guest, like magnets tugging at each other, eyes tracing skin, inhales sharp, attached at the hip. Silver Sr. takes a long drag out of his tobacco. He ponders the salt pillar at the bottom of the lake and the old fairytale. You cannot leave me. Melusine says, in the story. I won't let you. I have one weakness and it is you. He ponders separation and breaking this shit up. Setting Terrence straight and squashing these silly, inane fantasies. Throwing this individual out of the mansion. But, no; Melusine in the legend dragged their great great grandfather down underwater because people interfered. Control was tampered with.They couldn’t be together. No, Terrence wouldn’t be dragged underwater and history won’t repeat itself, he decides, throwing his wife a meaningful look she seemed to understand, wordlessly. Instead, he’d turn the tables around and he’d drag this person underwater instead. Now that they were here, they’d never leave, regardless of their background, their origins, their everything. They belonged to Terrence.

-”We’re glad to have met you.”-

Silver Sr. smiles politely, all grace, sipping his Bourbon leisurely.

Never letting on. This was a done deal.