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Siren Call: 3
[We’ve had past and present Minerva, but what about future?]
One day, Minerva will be familiar with the island’s crags and shelves. She’ll know the way the shore slope becomes a drop off and where the sandbars are, the color and density of all the coral, the migratory patterns of the species who pass by.
Today, she knows enough to avoid triggering the sensors. Even pauses to adjust one that’s started sagging out of place.
Minerva chooses not to walk up the beach, not wanting to track sand into the - house? Facility? Building? - not wanting to get sand caked to her feet and legs. Jumping straight up to the roof in a waterspout is also unnecessarily dramatic when there isn’t a fight to get to. So she just gathers herself, waits for a wave, and urges it a little higher, placing herself at its apex.
It gets her high enough that she can reach the railing of the overlooking balcony, with enough momentum to curl and tuck her body, cartwheeling over the rail partially just for the joy of motion. Even the smooth tiles feel rough compared to the water, strangely unyielding, and she wobbles just a little as she catches her bearings. Belatedly, she realizes she almost kicked the crap out of one of the balcony’s chairs. The little swerve she does is automatic. At least there wasn’t an audience-
“Minerva.” Says Synovus, sitting on the table because they’re deranged. There’s a surprised tilt to the end of her name, like half a question answering itself. They’re wearing civilian clothes again, and some part of Minerva’s mind can’t help noting that their arms are bare. “Welcome - back.”
One day, Minerva won’t scowl at them on reflex.
Today, she demands immediately, “Were you waiting for me?”
“Y-es?” Synovus hedges, not moving. “But also no? I was - I thought you’d be coming up from the shore.”
They sound almost abashed. But that’s too close to ‘embarrassed’ and Minerva is well aware that Synovus has no shame. She may have genuinely surprised them - they’re perched on the edge of the table, and had leaned away slightly. Synovus wanting to be a problem would have chosen a much more… blatant posture. Or at least to sit further back in the shadows. The absence of either a gaudy attention grabber or deliberate stealth indicated this middle ground was not an act. Or perhaps that’s what she’s meant to think.
One day, Minerva will not have to consciously pick aside the paranoia to see what is in front of her.
Today, it takes effort - but she does it.
With a sigh, she closes her eyes, and focuses on each part of her body, bringing herself down from the mild surge of adrenaline. One hand draws back the wet strands of her hair. The other removes the mask that was a gift. She leaves her eyes closed while she rubs the red marks out of her skin.
With her eyes closed, it’s easier to skip past the defensive retort, and say instead, “You could’ve at least had a coffee waiting for me.”
“I don’t actually know your preferences in that regard.” Synovus admits, and for a heartbeat Minerva is worried this will turn into a far too blunt conversation about homecomings, but - “Do you take it black? Iced? Green?”
Minerva scoffs, but it might have just been a laugh. Even she’s not sure. “White chocolate mocha.” She answers. “One shot espresso, oat milk.”
“Ah,” Synovus says, as Minerva opens her eyes. They seem to have had a revelation. “So that’s why Alexandria likes those Unicorn frappes so much. Hm. And here I usually go for the cider.”
A smile tugs at one corner of her mouth at the thought - Synovus, dread assassin, going to a coffee shop and ordering hot apple juice with whipped cream.
Minerva sets her mask on the table. “Stand up a minute.” She tells Synovus quietly, her voice nearly lost in the sound of the waves below.
“I don’t take direction well.” Synovus replies, even as they slide off the table and to their feet, turning to face her. There’s a caution to their movements, but also curiosity, written far more liberally across the unobscured face Minerva once never thought to see.
If Minerva meets their eyes too long, she’ll lose her nerve, so she winds up staring somewhere around Synovus’s collarbone instead. There’s a scar there, hidden for now by a high-necked top, and Minerva knows that because she put it there. It had been a targeted move: Synovus had broken her collarbone the fight before.
She wants to be better at giving back things other than pain.
“Just - give me a moment. Don’t move, please.” She’s pretty sure it’s the ‘please’ that gets them. Synovus goes so statue-still that Minerva’s not sure they’re blinking. But they don’t protest. And they certainly don’t move as Minerva steps forward.
And in one of the most awkward movements of her life, slides her arms around Synovus’s ribcage, setting her chin gently on their shoulder.
This is instantly easier when she no longer has to look at Synovus’s face. Well. When she can’t look. Can’t fixate on finding and parsing the smallest of expressions, assigning meaning to the specific tilt of a chin or speed of a blink. She’s still bad at it - hugging - because she usually just lets other people hug her, and initiating it is weird, but she can’t imagine Synovus is particularly good at it either.
After all, they’re still standing stock-still, and if Minerva wasn’t currently very aware of their breathing, she might even think they were panicking.
“Not a trap.” She mutters, and feels as much as hears Synovus’s responding huff. But their arms slowly, cautiously, hesitantly come up to return the embrace, hands resting lightly on her back. The side of Synovus’s head tips gently into hers.
One day, Minerva might not feel awkward about body contact and physical affection. One day, she may find herself as familiar with Synovus’s scars as she is her own. And she just might reach a point, eventually, where one of them could make a joke about this just being an excuse to get Synovus wet and not immediately both perish from the agony of an accidental allusion to arousal.
For today, this awkward embrace is enough.
———————————————————
Minerva probably won’t ever see a crowd as something other than a threat to be monitored.
Large groups have always made her tense, and that instinct had only gotten worse over the years. Most villains respect the ad hoc agreement about making an entrance, but there are a distinct few who would kill from a crowd. And there are those who are not villains in the distinct, identity sense, but would wreak havoc nonetheless.
So she scans the mall’s sheltered internal colonnade from behind her sunglasses, and listens to her daughter tell her about her day.
“- I just told him that I’d come from further South, and he didn’t ask me any more questions after that, but then freaking Brad asked me if I was an ‘illegal’ and I know what you mean now, about temptation to cram people into lockers. He’s lucky he’s so tall; I couldn’t fold him up to fit without taking some limbs off.”
Alexandria huffs, taking an aggressive pull from her milkshake. The stress of her life is getting to her - no teenager should have worry lines, or bags under their eyes that deep - but she insists this is what she wants. Even if Minerva sometimes wonders whether Alexandria sees herself as a member of the school’s attendees, or just a spectator who sometimes catches a stray ball.
“Did you tell Brad that?” Minerva asks mildly, mostly curious.
Alexandria sighs again, “No.” She says sullenly, shoulders slumping. “I asked him if he thought the government should determine who gets to live where, and then when he started to argue with me I told him I hoped his yacht sank with him on it.”
“Alexandria.” Minerva was still learning to find the right tone. The right amount of reproach, without exasperation or accusation. She must’ve gotten close, because Alexandria just lifts one hand in a ‘not me’ gesture.
“Specifically so he’d wash up in Mexico or Hawaii and get to be illegal himself.” She clarifies. “I don’t think that convinced anyone I wasn’t an immigrant, though. Til Seanna pointed out my grades in Spanish would probably be better.”
Minerva’s sigh is more restrained, but she points out, “There are other languages in South America. Brazilian Portuguese, for example.”
She’s not sure why she’s entertaining this, really.
“That’s true.” Alexandria ponders that for a moment, drinking more of her milkshake. “I mostly just meant to imply I was from one of the towns that got fu- uhhhh, screwed up by the power grabs.”
Minerva briefly leaves the conversation, remembering that shell of a place. The layouts, the dressings of a town, not quite abandoned yet but with nothing else to bleed.
Judging by the nudge she receives under the table, Alexandria isn’t totally oblivious to her distraction. She’s also changed the subject.
“So.” Alexandria is saying, drawing one syllable into three, “How are you and my godparent getting along?”
‘Godparent’ has become Alexandria’s favored way of referring to Synovus in public. It’s a joke on multiple levels, some of which Synovus seems to appreciate. But Minerva thinks it also makes them slightly uncomfortable, in a way they refuse to express to Alexandria.
“It’s fine.” Minerva replies, on rote. Her eyes flick to Alexandria, then back to the crowds. “What is it?”
“What do you mean, ‘what is it,’?”
“You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t want something in particular.”
Alexandria’s mouth twists down, “Can I just get an answer without fishing for it, for once?”
Startled, Minerva looks at her again. Takes a better assessment of her daughter’s body language, the tension there. She knows she’s also gone tense.
Anger creeps into Alexandria’s voice, replacing the annoyance. “I’m not going to lose control. I’m not-“
She cuts herself off, abruptly looking away. Her fingers relax around the plastic cup, deliberately demonstrating that her strength won’t get away from her.
Minerva has a suspicion of how that sentence might have ended. I’m not like you and dad.
Reaching out physically feels like the wrong move here. So does stiffening up further and refusing to talk about it. Be better, she thinks to herself desperately, her mind flicking back to an image of a person with one foot in the water, one on dry land.
“We still… disagree, on some things. Some major things.” Minerva makes herself say. She still doesn’t like that Synovus kills people. She doesn’t like that Synovus has ostensibly killed for her, or for Alexandria. But she also feels relief that Synovus did, and a sense of gratitude she can’t quite smother. It makes her feel dirty, oily, and she hasn’t found it’s root.
Taking a breath, Minerva continues, “But… I don’t think they mean either of us harm.”
Alexandria has relaxed a little, absorbed by what Minerva’s saying. And probably having to pick through it for what she isn’t saying either.
“Would you say that you, I don’t know, maybe, trust them?” Alexandria prompts.
Minerva’s grimace is answer enough.
Alexandria sighs, “Mom.”
“It’s complicated, Alexandria.” She says, but it’s not the abrupt conversation-closer it would have once been. More… beseeching.
“Do you trust anyone?” Alexandria asks, “And like, I don’t even really mean me, here, but like. Anyone?”
Minerva remains silent.
“Do you trust yourself?” Alexandria asks, sounding a little alarmed.
Minerva hesitates - but she can’t really answer that one either.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, just the background roar of the mall’s crowds between them. Minerva hates this. She hates feeling like she can’t actually control herself, can’t master the emotional impulses she’s forcibly crammed into a box for years. She hates that Alexandria is having to pick up the conversation, make the overtures, do the work.
But any time she tries to think of a way to do it herself, her mind shies away from it. The words wilt and die in her throat. Because what if she gets it wrong?
What if she has more to lose?
Eventually, Alexandria looks at the melted remnants of her milkshake, and asks, “Can we stop at the Hot Topic before we leave.”
One day.
———————————
A week later, Rosie pokes her head into the common room Minerva’s reading in. “Minerva?”
She’d finally been asked point blank by one of them what she wanted to be called, because Athena no longer seemed accurate. Committing to Naiad hadn’t felt right either, so she’d given up her civilian name. Synovus already knew it, what was the point?
(It had occurred to her, later, that the small thrill she felt at being addressed by it was possibly what Alexandria felt at being addressed by her chosen name.)
(Also, it would’ve made Albion furious.)
“What is it?” Minerva asks now, letting one finger hold her place in the book as she sits up.
“There’s a fight drifting our way - Zephyr and a few others against the Eye. He’s made another floating platform again.” Rosie rolled her eyes, providing her professional opinion.
Minerva tilted her head, hesitating. Zephyr was a hero she’d worked with before, though they had never gotten along. He’d offered to take her flying, she’d taken that as flirting and shut it down, they’d never really overcome the resulting awkwardness. She had no idea who he’d be working with.
Eye, in contrast, was Eye in the Sky - a villain obsessed mostly with surveillance, and not being observed himself. He was a center point of several conspiracy theories involving the NRA, CIA, and a number of international organizations. She’d never fought him before, just heard the stories.
“What’s the protocol?” Minerva asks, rather than offer any of that information. She was certain this group of people knew far more about everyone involved anyway.
Rosie smiles, “Not much of one, just a lower alert status. Doll and I will make the rounds and check on everyone, Synovus is going to suit up just in case, but we won’t get involved unless territory agreements are breached.” She added, “Alexandria’s still on the mainland, we’ve made sure she knows to be suited if she makes her own way home.”
Minerva taps at the cover of her book, thinking. She feels adrift, still. This isn’t an actual fight, unless she wants to go and be Athena, and the idea of that is physically uncomfortable. It would also invite too many questions. Naiad would-
Hm. “Does Synovus want me in uniform?” She asks, sardonic.
“I didn’t ask and don’t plan to.” Rosie replies flippantly. “If they want you to do something, I imagine you’ll hear about it directly.”
Somehow, that isn’t the response she wants. “I don’t-“
“They also haven’t given any orders that you’re to be stopped.” Rosie points out, cutting her off. “The rest of us will be either in the operations room or up on the roof to watch. Klaxon if there’s trouble.”
She gave Minerva another smile, twiddled her fingers, and withdrew. Minerva shifted, and opened her book again.
She made it through two more paragraphs, then left it unceremoniously on the floor.
———————————-
On the roof, Synovus was pacing.
In a way, that’s reassuring, because even Minerva knew by now that if there was imminent danger, Synovus would be stock-still. The sun glints off the dark helmet, and threw the matte black of the rest of the suit into stark relief against the sandy-colored rooftop. Wind off the sea ripples through the cape, keeping it blown back, perpendicular to the path Synovus is walking.
The sun is kinder to Minerva’s costume, and there is no cape to blow. The dark mask helps keep her from being blinded by the sun. Athena wouldn’t be of much use here; Naiad might be.
Doll - the larger, Russian man who Minerva thought of as Synovus’s second in command - stood up here too, a viewfinder raised to cover his face. He’s looking into the direction of the wind, angled out and up, and Minerva follows that direction.
There it is - flashes of distant, shimmering silver in a cloud bank that’s thinning. Some masking device, most likely, now disabled. There’s tiny flashes of what must be powers or weaponry at use, but she can’t make out more than that.
“How bad is it?” She asks anyway, brisk and businesslike.
“The wind isn’t in our favor.” Doll comments. He’s always answered her as if she’s a coworker, and she appreciates that. “I can’t tell how much of it is powered and how much of it drifts. If there’s been damage to it -“ He lowers the viewfinder to make a hand gesture. “It might not be able to control its direction anymore.”
“Sloppy.” The comment is out of Minerva’s mouth before she can stop it. It draws Doll’s attention, if not Synovus’s. At the slightly raised eyebrow, she sighs and continues, “Disabling propulsion or navigation creates unnecessary risk to everyone involved. The only time it becomes necessary is when there’s weaponry that absolutely must be disabled, and you don’t have either the training or the time to sort out different power systems.”
Doll nods, offering her the viewfinder. “It could be self-inflicted,” he points out.
“Possible, but suicidal. That would require an exit strategy. Do you think Eye has one?”
“He’ll have three, only two of them will work, and none of them will be enough to keep him from getting captured.” Synovus breaks into the conversation abruptly, annoyed. Or perhaps professionally offended. “They’ll be personal craft.”
Meaning the rest of the platform’s crew would be left to die. Incentive for the heroes to try and rescue them rather than pursue, but what a waste.
The viewfinder lets Minerva get a better sense of the platform’s size, and also an estimate of its height and distance. She can make out a glimpse of a gray-shaded costume, diving through the clouds: Zephyr.
“If you interfere,” She asks, while her view is disconnected from her surroundings, “What would that look like?”
There’s a hesitation. A gust of wind snaps at Synovus’s cape. The distant battle continues.
“If they cross the boundaries, there must be consequences.” Synovus says reluctantly. “I will destroy the platform. Survivors will become my prisoners. If the heroes protest, I’ll fight them.”
Minerva lowers the viewfinder, and returns it to Doll. Synovus has stopped pacing. “You don’t have the facilities for a mass casualty event.”
“No.” Synovus agrees. “I don’t.”
————————————
Rosie has come out to join them on the roof by the time there’s significant change. The wind has died down some - likely a marker of Zephyr changing it, finally reaching their shores. The air feels thick and dead without it.
They’ve mostly stood in silence, watching. It feels longer than it has been, and Minerva knows it’ll be worse for those actually fighting. She’s surprised she hasn’t felt more of an urge to intervene.
Though she has been keeping watch for anyone falling to the water below.
It’s hard to say which of them notices first - their attention is collectively on the sky platform, and not each other. But there’s a decided tilt to the mostly-exposed metal monstrosity now, and in very short order, it begins to fall.
“Catch it.” Minerva finds herself murmuring. “Catch it. At least slow it-“
But no one does.
The platform hits the water at the full speed gained from a several thousand foot drop, slamming into the ocean. Those watching know that the metal will crumple on impact, water at that height and velocity worse than slamming into concrete. The surface area only makes it worse; tilted in at a slight angle, it displaces the water in a specific direction.
Towards the island.
Minerva had studied the ocean as much as she could. She knows this phenomena, and can cite times in the past it’s occurred. Not caused by the shifting of the ocean floor or tectonic plates, but by a sudden mass displacement.
They call it a super-tsunami.
Synovus is a statue beside her from the moment the platform starts to fall. Doll catches on once the surface of the water rises - and then doesn’t fall again.
“Three minutes.” Minerva calculates, based on distance and the probable speed of the wave. As many miles to cross. Much taller. “Evacuation?”
“The Jet is under repair, we can’t get it into the air in time.” Rosie answers, grim.
“Seals on the inner portions of the facility might hold, but we don’t know how long we’d be underwater.” Doll says, hitting the klaxon anyway. “The fridges?”
“Only as good as long as the power lasts.” Rosie replies. “Alexandria?”
“Still on the mainland.” Doll growls, running a hand through his hair. “Even if she could reach us in time, we’d have to get everyone onto the plane-“
Synovus has, so far, said nothing. Minerva is the only one close enough to catch when they choke out a strangled, “-fucking submarine -“
Minerva had expected Synovus to have a plan. A power, a strength, a defense mechanism. The realization that they don’t is like a fire’s been lit at the base of her spine.
She doesn’t remember grabbing Synovus’s collar, or dragging them to face her. She does remember saying, “I can stop it.”
Synovus doesn’t hesitate. “What do you need?”
There is no questioning of if she’s sure, or recommendation that she go into the waves to ride it out. No suggestion of running.
“Get me in front of it.”
Immediately, Synovus has one arm under her knees, the other around her shoulders, and they’re running. Off the edge of the roof, not quite flying, flickers of shadow beneath their feet. Minerva doesn’t have time to question it, because her attention is on the big damn wave.
When she had said she could stop it, she had spoken with a bone-deep certainty. But she’d never actually tried to divert a tsunami before, let alone one of this size. The largest amount of water she’s worked with has always been as much as she needs to accomplish her goal, and nothing more. Diverting some rain-induced flooding is nothing compared to the power of the tides.
But she can feel the ocean beneath them, as Synovus clears the island’s coast. She can sense the oncoming wave, so fast to them, but to the ocean like a flinch in slow motion. The ocean doesn’t know how to control a fall.
But Minerva does.
The trick is in grasping the majority of the wave without over extending. She doesn’t need every droplet, every molecule, but she does need the vast majority of them.
It’s like trying to get a grip on something flat with only the pads of her fingers. It’s like misjudging a stair and finding herself both plummeting and ramming into an outside force. It’s like taking the first breath of rain-rich air in the early morning, and feeling life enter her lungs again.
Minerva twists the top back over itself, breaking the wave in the wrong direction. She cuts it down the middle, diverting it off to the sides. She forbids it to go forward, as though it’s met a cliff. And as the water falls, the wave collapsing, so does she.
It takes a brief second to put together that the body that had been holding her aloft is now limp, twisted slightly as though to put itself between her and the wave. Synovus is unresponsive, the shadows gone, only the cape whipping around them as they fall. Minerva is able to catch them, now, grabbing on before they can drift away.
She reaches for the water below them, calling it up to catch them with less than bone-breaking force. It’s easier, somehow, but also harder, and she’s having trouble fixing a direction in her mind for where the wave was and where the shore should be. Hot air, harsh wind, cool water and the dimming depths as they’re both drawn down.
And she remembers, finally, that Synovus can’t swim.
—————
The disorientation has mostly worn off by the time Synovus wakes up.
Minerva had managed to follow the upset currents, but hadn’t wanted to risk trying to shape and change them. Or to fight them overmuch, with her cargo. So they’d wound up washed not to shore, but to a small opening into one of the partial lava tubes at the island’s base.
Outside, saltwater rain is still falling, though it will stop soon. The ocean’s roar sounds, to her ears, slightly confused. The sun is still shining, and the wind has picked up again. ‘Calm’ is a subjective definition, but they’re approaching it.
Minerva had been relieved to find that Synovus’s helmet was intact, even with the impact to the water. She’d managed to find its clasps, and to remove it, making sure the seals had also held and that Synovus wasn’t drowning in their own personal fishbowl. They’re propped up against her legs, which are folded beneath her, and she’s prepared for a violent awakening.
But Synovus’s eyes blink open, and Minerva is able to watch their facial muscles work as they come to terms with their surroundings.
“You fainted.” Minerva informs them.
Synovus squints at her, but doesn’t immediately protest. They also don’t try to move much, other than a slight squirm that Minerva recognizes as a full body check. Do I still have my appendages? Do my fingers and toes all work?
“Yeah.” Synovus concedes. Their voice is raspy with saltwater, even though they didn’t get much of a chance to drown. This time.
Minerva should probably start somewhere else - like making certain they’re okay, or assuring them about the conditions outside, that the wave had been averted. Instead, she all but demands, “If you’re so terrified of water, why in the hells did you build on an island?”
She can see the balk in Synovus’s expression: a furrowing of their brow, a twitch of the nose. Synovus lifts a hand to consider covering their face, eyes the sand on their glove, and lowers it again.
“I already know you can’t swim.” Minerva says flatly.
“I can swim.” Synovus shoots back, annoyed. “I cannot swim well, there’s a difference.”
They sigh, and move to sit up. Minerva doesn’t stop them. She doesn’t expect an answer, at least not without further prompting, but Synovus continues:
“It’s… easier. The isolation. Clearly defined borders. This is mine, everyone else fuck off. And it…” Synovus shakes their head. “It serves its purpose.”
Once, Minerva would’ve accused them of grandstanding. Of the island being a show of wealth and status. She knows better now - knows that while that is true, there’s other reasons, layered beneath.
And she thinks about everything Synovus has ever told her about self control.
“It contains you.”
Synovus hesitates, partially grimacing, but nods. “Serves its purpose.” They repeat quietly.
The two of them sit in silence, in the dark shadow of the cave. They listen to the water, and the waves as they return to normal.
“Thank you.” Synovus says, into the silence.
“I don’t require thanks.”
“But I feel you deserve it, and it’s mine to give.”
“And if I don’t want it?”
“Refuse it. I will survive the disappointment.”
Minerva has the uncomfortable feeling that they are not discussing only gratitude. Rather than address that, or continue the discussion, she says instead: “I don’t know what I believe anymore.”
Synovus doesn’t reply. They tilt their head, studying her in the dark. Minerva’s dragged them into a cave and confronted them with truths after they passed out from fear doing something on her word, she should give them a break. She doesn’t.
“I should be out there looking for survivors, or recovering the dead. I don’t want to. I should’ve involved myself in the fight, reminded them to be careful of the platform’s vulnerabilities. I didn’t. I don’t feel guilt. I feel… annoyed. Angry. Because they should’ve known better.”
Synovus just turns a bit, to rest their back against a rock. “And that in turn makes you feel..?”
“Foolish. Arrogant. A bad hero, and a worse teacher. I should be patient. Forgiving.”
“They nearly killed you.” Synovus points out dryly. “You’re allowed to be angry about that.”
“And more would’ve died if the wave had reached the coast.” Minerva grits her teeth. “But that anger should be - I can’t control them. I cannot fix them. But I didn’t even try to intervene until it was almost too late.”
“But you did intervene.”
Minerva gestures, attempts to pinpoint the logic fruitless and frustrated. “Am I a hero or not?” She demands. “Do I act for others or only my own skin? I’ve spent years - decades - so sure of the answer but now -“
She raises her hands, half-fisting them in her hair. The sensation provides a little bit of grounding, enough of a distraction she doesn’t think about the words before she says them. “- now you make sense to me, and the things I thought I believed in enough to die for are - are hollow or gone or dead. And I let you kill them. I let you kill him.”
Abruptly, she draws her knees up, burying her face in them. “I let - I made - my child - our child -“
Minerva can’t tell if she’s crying or not. Her breath is coming in gasps, and her face feels hot, and this was always the part of weeping that she hated the most; the lack of control, the inability to communicate. Her eyes burn. So does the center of her chest, her stomach.
And Synovus is here, as her witness. Why not? They’ve seen every other ugly part of her, every other failure. She’s spent a good portion of her adult life fighting this person, exchanging scars, only for them to pick up the pieces and try to protect her. She’s finally had the upper hand, proven that she does have power, that Synovus now owes her in the brutal calculus of lives, and instead of reassuring her it’s broken her.
Because Synovus doesn’t trust themself either.
But Synovus trusts her.
“Do you wish I wouldn’t have killed Albion?” Synovus asks quietly.
The answer is as simple and certain as the water. “No.” She says honestly. “No I - I don’t.”
There’s a pause. Then, “Do you wish I would’ve killed you too?”
That answer isn’t as clear to find. “I - some days.” She says hoarsely. “I committed the same crimes.”
Synovus exhales, across from her, and it isn’t quite a sigh. “Alexandria feels differently.”
Minerva stops breathing.
Of all the answers Synovus could’ve given, that’s the one she can’t counter. She can’t afford to do this. To wallow in self recrimination. Her daughter is out there. And while maybe - maybe her morals are falling to pieces, and she doesn’t know who she is, but she knows that whoever she is loves Alexandria.
“Is it pathetic?” She asks Synovus, in the dark she can’t see through and Synovus can. “To need someone else to determine who I am. What I believe.”
She can hear the twist in Synovus’s expression as they reply, “That’s… inherently not a question I can answer. But, Minerva?” Synovus doesn’t hesitate, so much as pick their way across uncertain footing, “I don’t think you would’ve been able to turn back that wave if you weren’t… as much as you are.”
It’s clumsily phrased. Wavering and uncertain. But Minerva, whether because she’s reading what she wants to from it, or because it’s actually Synovus’s intention, understands.
She takes a deep breath. Then another. Then she stands, and offers a hand in Synovus’s general direction. Her voice is much more certain, calm, when she says, “I need to go organize a search party.”
——————
Minerva may not ever come to terms with her role in her ex-husband’s death, or the harm she caused her daughter. She might not ever find the rock-solid beliefs that she once thought she had.
But she might - just might - come to terms with that uncertainty. The ocean doesn’t have roots either.
She’ll have good days and bad days. She’ll need to make decisions about who she wants to become, and how she feels about who she is. But as both Naiad, and Minerva, she has that freedom.
She’ll never touch the Athena costume again.
And one day, while she’s working on a laptop in one of the common rooms, Synovus on one of the other couches and Alexandria sprawled on the floor, Minerva will say, “I have an idea. Something I’d like to do about the Pacific garbage patch.”
And Alexandria will roll over to look at her, and Synovus will glance up. And Minerva will add, “It’s not precisely legal.”
And Synovus will say, “I’m listening.”
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[And so ends Siren Call! This took much longer than it’s other pieces, and there were things I debated including and things I wanted to cut, but in the end, this was the flow the story took. I’m not saying I’m *done* with Synovus and co, but I will say that I’m glad to have this chapter closed and tied off.]
[As per usual, a copy of this will go up on Ao3 soon, and I’ll find out how long it is, because I’ve once again written directly into tumblr drafts. It’s where the Synovus muse lives, apparently.]
#synoverse#synovus#siren call#siren call 3#tw: tsunami#as someone whose stress dreams manifest as dreams about tsunamis#HOO BOY did I not like writing that scene much#but it was what needed to happen#and I’m happy with how it turned out#dont @ me about the physics I will not be studying any more about those damn things#it’s magic I ain’t gotta explain shit
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hades atla bisexual simulator
#id in alt text#hadesgame artstyle is the most poggers thing on this fucking earth let me just YOINK steal it#i haven’t played a single minute of hades in my life btw#but i’m familiar with its bisexuality#it calls to mine like a siren’s song#i wanted to add lil dialogue options to them but my brain farted before it got done so. this is what u get :3#zuko#sokka#suki#yue#pondering the orb#my art#also: LAST ART OF THE YEAR BESTIE BELOVEDS THANK U FOR MAKING THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL OF SHARING ART SO MUCH FUN#KISSES FOR ALL
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He and Major Egan were the unquestioned leaders of our entire group.
#gale cleven#buck cleven#masters of the air#mota#motedit#have been referring to this as the gale mommy moments photoset for the last week. everyone wants his approval so bad<3#also the moment in the rosie scene where john asks him a question and gale just interrupts him mid answer. lol. lmao#there will be an inevitable b side for bucky because i can't resist the siren call of the scene where he pulls rank on crank#edit
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"Trendy" Lookbook!
(Left Side Looks)
hair | top** | skirt | heels | necklace | bag🔞 | rings
hair | dress | socks | shoes | choker**| earrings | bracelet*
(Right Side Looks)
hair+strand | glasses | top | skirt | tights | boots | earrings* | necklace* | rings
hat | hair | glasses | top | shorts | boots | acc phone
(**) = early access | (*) = simsfinds/tsr warning
#ts4#sims 4#my sims#ts4 lookbook#ts4 cas#simblr#the first look is just there bc i couldn't think of another trend#but for the other 3 i did office siren next is balletcore & the last one idk what it would be called
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i decided i absolutely had to make a love triangle AU because let's be real, rhys' pov in tales is pretty damn close to that (i'm delusional)
SO INTRODUCING whatever this mess is, i have no idea what to actually call it
#i LOVE making silly little aus I LOVE IT#borderlands#tales from the borderlands#rhys strongfork#fiona the con artist#handsome jack#lilith the siren#rhack#rhyiona#fanart#comic#ill just call this au#dlt au#aka diner love triangle bc thats what i named my procreate folder </3#i have more ideas for short comics for this au but i had to stop myself or im not gonna have anything to post later ahkjdghakjgdh
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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Capitulo 2
credit @brekitten @bucketorandomness @hermit-scribe-vibe for help and inspiracion :D
Danny clamped his teeth down on his kill, at last a fish big enough that to feed the both of them, and which hadn't escaped. Ear fins fanned out, he kept wary of approaching hums of boat engines.It could've been only a few minutes, but to Danny it was as if hours had passed. He'd already failed Damian once, and for his distraction he earned a new gash or two from his hunt.
Danny startled when he came back. Damian had not awoken just yet, but the transformation was complete. Dark green scales enveloped every inch of skin on his body, soft from youth. Spots of gold scales like freckles gathered around his cheeks, and at the base of each of his fins and transitioned into full golden membrane with the faintest red along the tips.
And of course, Damian had no legs, none at all, replaced by the thick sinew and muscles of a siren's tail. All of this Danny knew would happen, and expected, but he never thought about how tiny Damian looked at the moment.
From head to tailfin, Damian's new height (or length?) only equalled half of his human height. Siren children were small compared to humans, for sure, but even Youngblood was easily a head or two taller than Damian at this moment.
Before he could ruminate further, Damian's eyes shot open. Faster than Danny could blink, the new siren launched himself at Daniel with a piercing shriek of a war cry.
Damian's talons gripped onto Danny's scales, and his jaw snapped down upon his shoulder like a vice. Danny yelped and fell upon his back and bent his sail.
Damian's tiny hands wrapped around the elder boy's neck. His tiny young face twisted into an honestly shocking amount of anger and agression. His hackles rose and his fins stood at full attention.
"Where am I?! What have you done to me?! Return me to my original form or perish!" Damian spat out in hissed clicks and chirps. Despite the situation, Danny finds himself thinking he had to be really upset if he didn't even notice the change in voice.
"Answer me!" Damian hiss and bared his teeth. Danny gulped, which was difficult considering the tiny hands vice-gripping his neck. Suddenly he realised he'd never had to comfort a newly-turned before.
"H-hey hey hey now, there's no need to get all murderous over here!" That was the wrong thing to say, because suddenly there was a katana straight for his neck. "Where did you get that?!"
"From my clothes, you buffon, the clothes that you violently relieved me off. What other untoward things have you done with my body? Speak!"
"Look I didn't do anything untoward to your body I swear! I was trying to save you!"
"You mutilated me! You kidnapped me and drowned me and now you clain innocence with nothing to prove such a notion!" Damian's grip wavered for a moment, and Danny realised something. This kid was probalby scared out of his life, and his shouting wasn't helping anything. The smaller boy's gills flapped open. His breathing laboured, heavily.
"You need water. You're not gonna survive long.
"I can kill you long before that point." Gently, Danny picked the child up by the waist, his arms far outreaching the boy's tiny limbs. "Unhand my you psychotic murdering wretch!"
Horns blared in the distance. Damian's body seized up, his ear fins curling in on themselves in Danny's peripheral vision. "They've caught up to us."
"Good, now it means you can be put to justice and I reunited with my father."
Danny coiled his tail and pulled Damian against his chest, against the boy's protests. "The only thing they're gonna unite you with is a scalpel."
"I said unhand me!"
"No time!" Danny uncoiled like a spring and shot into the water. GiW agents shouted above the surface. Danny held him tight against his body. Motors roared into action and echoed through the water. Sonars rang in his ears. But they could never catch up to even a teenage siren.
Pain rocked up his arm. Danny loosed his grip, and Damian slipped out. After floundering for just a few seconds, Damian righted himself and bolted for the ships. The speed at which he made for the freaking GiW shocked Danny. This kid was a human less than an hour ago!
Shit. "Where the heck are you going?!" Danny shouted. He wasted precious seconds turning around and doubling back. "They're not gonna help you Damian!"
"You cannot fool me with your temptations, siren!" Daman spat out. Then he did the absolute worst thing. He surfaced.
Danny's heart sank again. No, no, not again. He pushed through as fast as he could. Damian shouted something above the water. An agent in cold sunglasses aimed a gun at him.
Damian seemed to realise his mistake. He tried to evade the attack, but his strange body just left him rolling over in place.
Danny's eyes glowed blue. Seawater froze into ice in his hands, and he tossed the spear over water. The spear landed an inch away from where the agent was standing. In his shock, he lowered his gun. Danny shot forward. He grabbed Damian's hand and pulled him away. Harpoons flew into the water. Danny ducked and weaved through all of them and full speed. Soon they were far behind the horizon.
#dpxdc#danny fenton#danny phantom#damian wayne#merman#dcxdp#merboy#mermaid transformation#mer au#mermaid au#transformation#angst#argument#accusations of rape#canon typical violence#damian is having a bad time#de-aging#deaging#did you know that Damian was aged up by 4 years by the chaos shard?#neither did i!#no beta we die like damian and danny#i hope u like <3#i am just a silly amateur with mer obsession#we call them sirens here
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The gang at Arwell continue to pull their weight while staying at a comfortable distance.
Mechi doesn't let his studying get interrupted by things that are definitely not bad omens.
He studied so much that he figured out how to switch off the twisted obelisk! However, we don't have enough archotech shards to do it, so it can stay put for now. That's fine. It doesn't hurt anyone so long as we keep it suppressed. Plus, it's a kind of cool, edgy decoration—if we're lucky, it might even scare visitors (ugh) away!
We finish with Mechi being easily swindled by small children with sob stories about their younger siblings. Again.
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#rimworld#gracie plays#A Mechanitor's Message#art#traditional art#rimworld art#unpolished art#Mechi never stops being fun to draw#Not a lot of exciting stuff happening today#I confess I've been slightly distracted playing BG3 lately#But Mechi and RimWorld have a siren call that I can't resist#so I'm back again#Hopefully there'll be some fun stuff to draw soon!#have a fabulous day y'all <3 <3 <3#my art
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AAA SORRIE!!!I DIDNT THINK YOU’D REPLY IMMEDIATELY SO THIS IS RUSHED🥲🥲
SO I MADE,,i made a miego as the conjuring au, still working on it but the idea’s there!!! Here’s a lil doodle of them tuu :3
HSHSHSH I WAS KINDA HOPING YOU’D KNOW SO IT WOULD BE MORE INTRIGUING BUT YEAH,, i was also really really inspired by you in a way because your aus are always so fun and jus,AA I CANT EXPLAIN IT IM SORRIE!!! but it’s because of you that I decided to let myself be more creative even if it’s a long stretch of an idea
so thank yu for that, nick 🫶🌷
YEAHHH I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS BUT I LOVE IT ANYWAYS YIPPEEE!!! Oh i love them,,,,
#doctorsiren#not my art#diego armando#mia fey#miego#the conjuring#dahlia hawthorne#siren speaks#THE SILLIES!!!#wait did you call me Nick or am I dumb /pos#woah#ANYWAYS#loving how Dahlia looks like an animal crossing villager <3#perhaps I should watch the conjuring at some point so I can understand#ALSO IM GLAD I COULD INSPIRE YOU :D#that’s one of the best things people can tell me#if I can cause others to make art and be happy about it then like…what else can I do?
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for my puppy girl mutuals
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[P3 Monster AU]
Uhhh jumpscare
Even thought I'm not really in the p3 fandom anymore I suddenly got really nostalgic for my monster au and was hit by the realization its been years since I've properly drawn them, so I thought it'd be fun to redraw them! I'm hoping to at least do SEES, and then perhaps some other non-SEES monsters in the AU as well
Beginning with the starting SEES members, we have Minato as a gargoyle, Hamuko as a siren, Junpei as a demon, and Yukari as a faerie. Yukari's the only one who got a real design alteration
#lets see if i remember my tags#persona 3#persona 3 au#minato arisato#makoto yuki#kotone shiomi#< thats the only name ill tag but do know i call her hamuko#junpei iori#yukari takeba#p3 monster au#siren art#digitigrade leg squad (besides ham :pensive:)#im pretty sure ive been drawing yukari's hair wrong this whole time but at this point im committed to how i do it
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If you have a moment, you should go check out TricksterMelon on Twitter :) I hope you like it <3
I am speechless
#I saw your comment on AO3 and YOU!! YOU'RE THE ANON WHO COMMISSIONED A COVER FOR SIREN'S CALL THAT TIME#YOU'RE LIKE A MASKED ZORRO SWEEPING INTO MY LIFE WITH THESE INCREDIBLE GIFTS#I...I don't even know what to say#I'm still trying to wrap my head around that you got me this#and for THIS FIC which is so dear to me#and WHAT A BREATHTAKING COVER!!!!!#THE COLOURS#THE *KISS*#THE NAVY FLEET AND THE CANNONBALLS FLYING IN THE BACKGROUND#and SHANKS AND MAKINO#I know this is for Long Live but honestly this could be the cover of Shanties as a whole#it's just...perfect#this is seriously one of THE most beautiful artworks I've ever received#I don't have Twitter but can you or someone please tell the artist how much I love this???#TricksterMelon if you see this I am in AWE#oh my god I need to learn bookbinding so that I can PUT THIS ON THE ACTUAL COVER OF THIS FIC#I am so incredibly touched by this anon THANK YOU SO MUCH<3<3<3#Shanks x Makino#otp: sing me sea shanties#this made me so happy I...am just going to sit here and feel for a bit<3#Shanties art
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STUDENTS OF NRC:
WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LISTEN TO HER MELODY. SHE IS TRYING TO LURE YOU TO HER. DO NOT GIVE INTO TEMPTATION.
SHIELD YOUR EARS. GUARD YOUR MINDS. SHE IS NOT HERSELF.
AVOID ANY INDIVIDUALS WITH A HYPNOTIZED GAZE, AND ESPECIALLY AVOID AREAS WHERE HER SONG IS HIGH IN VOLUME.
DO NOT LET HER CATCH YOU, SHE HAS NOT BEEN MERCIFUL THUS FAR.
GOOD LUCK, AND BE SAFE, STUDENTS.
"E-eh..? What- what's happening..? Ah-! Okay okay- 'shielding' my ears..."
Kiyuu had been walking down the halls, but had paused to cover their ears as soon as the announcement was made, not leaving anything up to chance by hesitating. Looking left and right, there were many people around who'd failed to react in time, with glazed over eyes, moving in one direction as if on autopilot. Hypnotized, no doubt.
' I have to get out of here. Covering my ears isn't doing enough to filter out the beautiful melody. '
Turning in the opposite direction, they began to move. They didn't know where exactly the song was coming from, but no matter where they went, it didn't seem to get any quieter. They pushed harder down over their ears, refusing to fall to the hypnosis. Then, they heard a voice call out to them, laced with urgency.
"--yuu- Kiyuu! Kiki! Over here!"
They heard Crimson shout out faintly through their blocked ears. They practically ran towards him, heaving breaths through their lungs, both out of tiredness, and a hidden layer of anxiety.
"Crimson! Are you alright?! Do- do you know what all of this is about?"
Crimson grimaced, and Kiyuu's heart sunk in return.
' I have a really bad feeling about this... Something about what's happening is making me feel really uneasy... '
"Don't worry Kiki, I'm alright. It's... It's another overblot. From the shouts I've deciphered, the victim seems to be someone called Calypso, I believe."
' ...Oh. That's what it was. '
"C-Calypso?! Oh- oh god... s-seven's- i mean...!"
They managed to stutter out, barely able to hear themselves over their hammering heartbeat and short breaths. Hearing that the victim was Calypso out of everyone made their heart stop.
' Overblots are a rare phenomenon. They can cost lives. Most commonly, cost lives.
Calypso could die. There's a chance that I'll never see Calypso ever again. '
"Oh- Oh. Is- she a friend of yours, then..?"
"She- she's- oh god I can't- Crimson- I have to- I have to help her. I have to see her again-!"
"Shh, dear- calm down. Breathe with me, slowly now. The announcement says that the goal of the hypnosis is to lure people to her. To go willingly is... Well, without a plan, it's dangerous. Are you sure you want to..?"
Kiyuu took a few moments of silence to level out their breathing, in an attempt to calm down. They knew they could refuse, guarantee their own safety and peace by running away right now. But they couldn't do that. They were buzzing with nervous energy, a burning desire to chase after Calypso, to help her, to save her.
They ignored the voice in their head telling them how useless they were, telling them that there was no point even trying without magic.
' No. I will see Calypso again. Alive. '
"I- I know it's dangerous- but- I- I don't care. I don't. I- I have to see her. I- I have to at least try to help her- And I- I'll figure out a plan if- if I have to- I just- I- If- if she dies then- then- I-"
"...Hey- hey! You don't have to defend yourself, Kiki. It's okay. Everything will be okay, alright? I- I won't stop you. However- I- must request to accompany you. I'll be too worried about you otherwise. ...Please let me come with you."
Kiyuu's mouth snapped shut, and they took a breath, readjusting their hands over their ears as they hesitated, before nodding quickly.
"Okay. Alright. Thank you, Kiki. Just- follow my lead. Right, now... the source should be..."
Crimson trailed off, before beginning to wander in a certain direction, glancing back to make sure Kiyuu was following, then continuing down the hall.
' I refuse to let my lack of magic stop me from doing anything I can to help save Calypso. I've done this before. I- I can do it again.
I can. '
- Kiyuu & Crimson <3
[ @bubblin-trouble ud probably find this anyway but tagging just in case !!! hope u dont mindd :33 as u can tell im :33 very excited :33 for a lot of reasons :33 ]
#{ - ooc // i dont know wth posessed me to write this much but um. here it is! hopefully i can keep up the detail for future interactions :3#for now it's mainly in kiyuu's pov and might stay similarly due to her being friends with calypso#but i might surprise and change it to crimson's if the circumstances call for it :3 evil grin activated :3#um if ur wondering how they're fluently talking even though their ears are blocked... um... i guess they're lip reading?? that works right?#lso mb for being so late w this ive been tweaking things over and over and staring at it for way too long HELPPP#- }#aue's asteryn#asteryn kiyuu#asteryn crimson#{ current event — the siren’s tempest }#twst oc#oc rp#oc rp blog#twst oc rp#twst ocs#twst rp#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuusona#yuusona#twst yuu oc#yuu oc#twst yuu#twst mc#twst#twisted wonderland
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day 23 was to pick a color palette and stick to those colors(with some blending allowed)
#incredibox#incredibox fanart#evadare#xrun#siren#capitan#30 day challenge#sparks creations#OUGH THE EEPERRRRRRRR/POS#BABY CAPITAN MY BELOVED#hes just a little babie <3<3<3<3#siren is SO pretty and for WHAT#I LOVE WOMEN#this was honestly easier than i expected#all i had to do was translate the colors into greyscale#order them from lightest to darkest(lavender. yellow. light blue. red. dark blue)#and place them based on the values#it was just painting it was honestly nice :D#yes i chose the palette based on the name i thought it was funny#it was either still or drawing rafe again with a color palette called Doomed(By The Narrative) XD#but i drew rafe recently so i picked someone else
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#siren#siren Freeform#siren Ryn#siren Ben#Ben pownall#Ryn#Ryn fisher#siren season 3#sirencore#siren aesthetic#mermaid#mermaidcore#mermaids#sirens#ocean#gif#gifs#oceancore#calling you to me
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i gave in to the sirens 😔
#the sirens call of da2 has grown stronger than that of dao and with bg3 done i have nothing thats keeping me at bay#so: liam replay lets go!#(ik i should finally play robin or maybe replay lilian but. unfortunately liam has a chokehold on me and i miss my son)#(poor guys are getting neglected im so sorry </3)#laya plays dragon age#<- tag for playthrough posting#sadly it didnt register kalas finished save smh so i imported neiras instead#shoulve maybe gone with renans for a change? ah well. doesnt matter much anyway xd
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well make haste then
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