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The feel of fingertips brushing her skin, her deceptively warm skin, drew Star out of her somber reverie and flung her back into reality within a warm embrace. The silver-haired siren focused her gaze on the other, a dreadful sight to the eyes, of utter loss and pain for her beloved, and stayed knelt there as if her foreign kneecaps were melted into the sand. She lowered her eyes, tears swelling and her limited voice completely lost on such an occasion. These were her people being slaughtered, and so how could she not be dying with them?

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Gloss rims her eyes, and her lids pressed in tight because this moment is sharp and shattering. The knot in her throat weighs down and she finds it hard for her lungs to flutter in air, but she won’t let sea water drip from her eyes. It’s a filtering thought if her eyes could even muster up tears, her sight had always been made wrong and the eyes that gave her vision on land were only a temporary solution to the permanent disability, it was a constant wonder if her body was made to work like the others. It’s a slid to the ground, knees hitting the grain of sand and she reaches out to curl her finger with the other siren, seeking comfort and words trailing out. “—H-how do you want to bury them?” She believes deeply in the respectful ceremony of burying the loved.

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The beach, littered with the dead, starved Star’s heart. She fell to her knees beside yet another empty shell of a body, distraught by the whole event that had been enacted by the Mouri. Her everchanging eyes grew vivid with sadness as she lifted them up to survey the scene - a bitersweet sense of compassion and regret holding her stare. Tears fell onto her apple cheeks, but she ignored the feeling, as well as the person coming up beside her.

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Its the press of sorrow against her ribcage, she hates how sadness engulfs everything that it touched. A lump weighing painfully in her throat and she feels hollow, bare soles padding across the sand and she doesn’t allow her hazel hues to linger on the dead, she won’t let the guilt capture her even though all she hears is Theo’s steadfast voice in the back of her mind— but them taking down the swinging corpses was not the cause of this, it wasn’t. She’s got a destination in mind, her bright haired companion and once she reaches her side, she can’t resist her tender fingertips to brush onto Star’s shoulders, a want to comfort. “Star..” A gentle hushed tone laced in her voice.

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Guilt chimes into the chambers of her heart, and she doesn’t have the nerve to admit she might have had a hand in the Mouri’s descent. A bite to her lips in nervousness as she huddles on the piece of rock, arm looped around her knees and brows knitted in concern. She watches the mist roll over the sandy shore below, and avoids its touch. In a few seconds moment, she’ll splash into the sea and convert back to her natural form. The air above sea is getting a bit too constraining for her.

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Camilla sat on a stump at the edge of the forest, her dress skirt cut and torn and all too heavy to be functional nevertheless laid out perfectly. She knew all the mannerisms of a lady, after all, though a lady Camilla was far from. The sun had just barely risen in the sky, and along with it came a fog. Drifting up from the waves, it moved so slowly, so thickly, it could not have been natural. Deciding she wanted little to do with it, Camilla stood up, and began quickly moving in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest. Gripping the sword in her hand tightly, a pirate sword most likely that she had found in the wreckage, she began to swing haphazardly and with little skill at the foliage that blocked her way.

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Its an involuntary hiss that breathes out from behind her teeth, she’s a siren in tuned with the earth, its the cool rush of water that bleeds against her skin, and she walks bare soled across the dirt tinted land. She might be a protector of the human race, but she’s also a protector of her home, and with a steel tipped blade, the blonde is carelessly hacking away at plants that took a lifetime to grow. There are ways to slip by the long growing vines and consuming bushes without splitting them from their roots, and natural growth in the soil. She cares about the things that often receive little concern and hazel hues narrow. “That is not yours to destroy” She gives little satisfaction for the mist that swirls around her ankles and soaks into her body.

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He couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, but followed after her none the less, as if he could somehow change her mind. (He knew he couldn’t. He went anyway.) “The island isn’t destroying itself, it’s trying to save itself. By fighting back against the pirates.” Theo tried to reason with her regardless, because he’ll be angry with himself later if he simply allows it to happen. (Worse, if he goes along with it without argument.) “They sealed their fate the moment they set out for Polaris and it’s elixir. These are the consequences.” All words Theodore had told himself repeatedly in justification, trying to rid the feeling of guilt that had burrowed uncomfortably in his chest, knowing they would all meet a similar fate unless if someone were to try to stop it. He fervently tried to ignore that. “The Mouri are the reason we’ve found peace here. Do you really want to be the one to disturb that for humans that have already passed on?”

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A reaction to actions, and her dark irises flash to his as he falls into her path. A bite of her lip, as she tries to fight the rising victorious grin that wants to settle on the curve of her lips, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight and she didn’t mind the spitfire passion. “Talk to any of the lot, they had no idea what they were getting into. I’ve learned better, swallowing down anger and spitting out punishments does nothing but hallow out your insides and make you a very bitter pill. I’ll take whatever comes my way, I’m not afraid of some deadly unrest” Her tone twists in vexation, as the soles of her feet leave behind the hot sand, and met the press of rock edged, an agile climb towards the top and upon the arrival, she took a moment to survey the beauty around her. The sea claps and curls, and her raven strands are tangling in the wind, its a dip of a smile on her mouth and she can’t resist the teasing, her frame coming closer as she brushes her fingers along his ribs, a damning spirit dressing through her shell. ”I’m happy you’ve decided to come along on my fools mission Theo.” The slight press of her body against the heat of his, and she’s breezing past him, to face the swinging corpses as the playful delight falls from her face and disgust tangles in her stomach, an up close perspective on people who lived and loved and she burns with the fire to give them a restful end.

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asirenking:

Theodore glanced over, slightly surprised by Penelope’s abrupt appearance. She trudged past him like a woman on a mission, and he had no doubt she planned on doing exactly what she had said. “Are you daft, Penelope?” He called, following after her. “It’s not our place to interfere. What the Mouri have done is their message to the humans, and they won’t take kindly to us taking it down.” Theo said in a hushed, worried and almost angry tone. “It is our job to protect the island, not side with the humans.” he hissed, careful to keep his voice low, lest any prying ears be around, human or siren. He wanted neither to hear of their conversation, for varying reasons. “There is nothing that can be done to save them now; they are nothing but hanging bones. There is no point.” he continued, his tone softening from it’s original harshness, more sympathetic and a bit saddened. 

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"The daftest." Bite sharp in her voice, and hazel hues narrowing at the male. Her ebony curls tangling in the high winds, as her words are laced with a venom storm. A spin on her heel in the sand, and she’s looking for a fight. "So, we’re expected to just sit back and watch the island destroy itself? I won’t be an idle bystander, thats pathetic Theo.” Her voice bends to a whisper tone. “Look.. I don’t expect you to understand, but these are someones children! or someones parent! They loved, and they existed, and they were here. They had names and childhood stories and fears.” Her jaw is set, and her eyes snap away for a second to try and swallow back the mist. A hand tousles her raven locks with the frustration at fighting with the siren fills her veins, as her electric eyes flash back to him. “You’re free to do whatever you want.. but I’m doing this, whether I invoke the Mouri’s wrath. I can’t let this be used as a twisted trick.”

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"My damned conscience wouldn’t let me.." She quips as an afterthought.

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Skylar Grey 

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Theodore took a step closer to the cliff, his feet kicking the sand as he crossed his arms, staring upwards. He wasn’t surprised to see the bodies set out on display in a noose, not at all. And he knew soon enough, it wouldn’t be just the dead that were being used as examples. They shouldn’t have come, he thought. Greedy humans. Chasing after something they held no right to. So what did that say about him?

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Her dark hazel irises survey the scene, bodies dangling from nooses and a stirring of sickness churns in her stomach. She doesn’t feel an lick of terror, instead its wrath conquering her system. A simper rose to her lips, the curl of the edge of her mouth intoxicated with dark mirth. Her eyes trace slowly to linger on Theo’s figure and her words dance out into the air as a challenge between them, “I’m going to cut them down.. give ‘em a proper burial, screw the Mouri and its your choice if you want to stay here and watch them swing, or help me show a little damn respect to the fallen” A breath taken from her body, and its a silent wish in the shell of her rib cage that he’d taken her up on the offer, even as her feet are pulling her away from the boy standing on the cliffs.

 

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Tess stared up at the cliff, horrified to see new bodies hanging from nooses. She pulled her gaze away and crossed her heart in prayer.

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"It’s horrific isn’t it?… All the price of staying on this island I’m afraid."

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