ㅤ He will. Don’t test him. ㅤ

ㅤ “Then you will go far, sweet wolf.” With a chortle, the siren smirked before humming. “Turn around. I’m shifting back.” ㅤ

ㅤ “Has someone stolen your voice?” A curious hum, head tilting, as he watched the girl curiously. Never one good with the younger creatures. ㅤ

ㅤ With a soft frown, Maeve weighs the offer on the tip of his tongue. “Is there anything that relaxes you?” ㅤ

ㅤ Once in privacy, the siren pushed himself off the water —— tail & scales giving place to smooth flesh & legs as he dressed up, covered in silk. “All ready.” ㅤ

ㅤ Got a nice haircut. ㅤ

ㅤ Is that——, uh, what now? ㅤ

ㅤ Sad. Hopes he enjoys being a caged pet. ㅤ

ㅤ Can try. Will be fun. ㅤ

ㅤ He is the 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒙 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓. ㅤ

ㅤ Cackles. ㅤ

ㅤ Cackles even more. ㅤ

ㅤ Alive & yet hating it. Give him coffee. ㅤ

ㅤ “May I ask how old are you, dearest?” A soft hum, hand settling under his chin, sharp eyes watching her frame. ㅤ

ㅤ All this noise. . . He wants to drown every single one of these clowns. ㅤ

/ not his pouty little clown 🥺🥺

/ he will kiss one (1) clown

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 ⠀⠀ ─┈┈ ݁ 𖤐 ݁ ─┈┈ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄。 COME SEE THE WEAVED WEBS OF A MAN BARELY SEWN TOGETHER ——— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑。 ⠀⠀

ㅤ Surprisingly, the siren still lives. ㅤ

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ┈┈─ ݁ 𖤐 ݁ ─┈┈ What would an 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 be without a 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘. ————————— 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝐌̲𝐀̲𝐒̲𝐓̲𝐄̲𝐑̲ 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝑇̶𝐼̶𝐷̶𝐸̶𝑆̶。 ⠀ ⠀