𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖

𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 - a selective & mutually exclusive siren original character, atticus hawke kensley, influenced by the many worlds of literary urban fantasy, the music scene, and making your dreams come true. hawke is the main vocalist in an alternative rock band named transfer love. slow activity. 21+ due to mature themes. pre-established plots / connections heavily encouraged. probably iconless. loved by luca ( 25+ , she / they ).

𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 - hayden. hale. bandit.

doc . headcanons . the band . memes . promo

𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻  - hunter. immortal. winchester. captain.

𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 -

in my head, transfer love isn't filling arenas level of famous. they're more like a filling house of blues type famous. a lot of their popularity ( and money ) comes from social media exposure and the vlogs silver posts. so, musical influencers, in a sense? that's not what they call themselves and shea would die rolling his eyes to the sky but i'm trying to translate my brain mush ideas.

hawke had been riding with violent delights bus in order to keep learning from bandit about all things siren. some days were better than others where his confidence was concerned. then, some days, he got so in his head that one would assume he'd never touched magic before in his life.

what he'd learned, thus far, was that he should've taken the opportunity to learn from his family when they reached out. he also pieced together that it didn't feel so different from what lyra and cody described witchcraft to be. magic was magic, he supposed. it was just a matter of how said magic was delivered to it's final destination.

unless he'd totally misunderstood everything people were trying to teach him.

he was jotting down some connections he'd just made in his head when an explosion threw him from the small built in couch. everything leaned to one side. he could hear screams, profanity, and the crash of miscellaneous items.

a tire had blown.

" well, " the singer tried to hold his breath in the hopes it would make his heart calm the fuck down. one hand was holding an energy drink just for something to do with his hands but the can was shaking hard enough hawke could hear the splash of it's contents against the aluminum.

he is very much open to showing and sharing his emotions. he's not afraid of them. there's no ten ton brick of guilt weighing him down. he kinda just vibes and wonders if he's good enough, which is such a human experience who can blame him? cause, same bro, same.

there's a guitar sitting on his thigh. fingers move off the strings so he can jot down a few notes that popped into his head while messing around with a few words. he's wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts with a v-neck white tee. his hair is mussed from having run his hands through it multiple times. for some reason, it helped him concentrate to run his fingers through his hair or rest his chin in the middle of his palm.

touching his face in general, now that he was thinking about it.

whatever he was writing down is accidentally scratched through when jack's voice hits his ears. bright blue yes glance up to the other figure, wondering how long he'd been standing there without notice.

tightness squeezes through his chest. slowly, a smile stretches on his lips and, as tended to happen when jack was around, hawke found himself completely speechless. there were so, so many times when self doubt crept in to bring the world crashing down around him but, jack? jack was what grounded him the most, reminding him about life beyond the studio and beyond the tour bus.

" i, uh, " heat crept up his neck and flushed his cheeks. hawke hugs the guitar to his chest in an effort to try and hide the stupid smile that finally took form. " i can honestly say the same. i'm most comfortable with you. "

it'd been a long day of shooting for their latest music video. despite using audio tracks to play over their movements, as opposed to singing all day long, the back of the siren's voice felt like he'd been swallowing sandpaper all day. exhaustion made every single muscle feel like it weighed an extra ten pounds. he hadn't even thought of food before climbing into the shower, tossing on a pair of sweatpants, and stretching out across the expanse of his black leather couch.

at least it was over. three days of fourteen hour shoots did not leave much room for anything outside of breathing, showering, downing a lot of coffee, and then starting all over again the next morning.

a sound perked up his head. blinking through the sleep, hawke could see the flicker of the television across the strip of rug he'd focused on. eyebrows pinched together. what day was it?

the singer still hadn't answered that question by the time he'd made it to the front door and swung it open. curved fingers attempt ( and fail ) to rub the sleep from his eyes.

" el? " the shift is damn near instant. a tension he hadn't even felt melts away from his muscles at the sight before him. a sleepy shift has him leaning a fraction of his weight against the door before a voice at the back of his mind shouts to take the white plastic bag the nurse was holding out before her. " oh shit, " he perks up with an energetic slap. " come in. what fuckin' time is it? " not that there was a clock in sight to answer that question. hawke would have to look at his phone.

usually, the time between tours was a different kind of stress. everyone was throwing themselves at their creativity to make something of all the notes they'd jotted and songs they'd started while on the road. this was a time for polishing, digging deep, and rounding everything out. it was a time to ground down, reconnect, and regroup.

hawke was always torn because it was also the time when all the self doubt crept back in. memories from screaming fans haunted the darkness behind his eyelids, making him wonder whether or not their connection to the music was real.

both cody and lyra tried to explain that the magic weaved into his voice wasn't very strong. they could feel it. they could sense it. no matter how many times they tried to ease his anxiety, however, it ended up just making his mind go down a completely different path.

when astoria whirled into his life, however, it was a little easier to listen. she'd come from the outside with no reason to sugarcoat what was happening ( or not ) with his voice. with her help, he'd been inspired to take a little bit of ocean water and make a protective talisman out of it. a small hook was embedded into the corked lid so it could hang from a leather cork, right at the hollow of his neck. a small sea shell was trapped inside with a few flecks of gold to aid in prosperity.

touching it helped him feel the hum of energy that vibrated. in turn, he'd smile at the memory of a spell completed. yes, he'd had to use his voice in order to direct the magic where it was supposed to do but it was nothing like the tendrils he couldn't help but wrap in song.

but this? what they were working on at the moment? had the singer throwing his hands into the air and diving head first into the nearby couch. sweat beaded along his brow from the effort to control the energy of the spell. thin tendrils weaved between his fingers only to slip back away as if retreating from his touch. the concept was there yet just out of reach.

as much as he hated his voice, hawke couldn't help thinking that if he used it in this instance, the result would be instant.

some can incite lust. others can act as a form of mind control, like the old tales of sailors being dragged down into the sea. there are also those that are able to heal with their voices.