daeton rune

The lurking Siren had their face halfly submerge within the pond, they kept their glaring blue eyes levered on top of the water, and they stood out against their dark, eel-like skin. Their black hair basically melted into the water, the black loose fibers danced on the surface like a restless shadow.

They creature clung to the item, holding it close to their boney chest. As the other turned hostile, the siren responded by getting their face fully out, hissing deeply and baring their row of needle-like sharp teeth. This was not your typical pretty little mermaid.

“…You’re NOT gonna take it away from me again!” They they spoke in a threatening and an ocean-deep voice. This item clearly meant something to the siren, it was an item they recognized very easily. A necklace made out of a crystal with the deepest sapphire blue color in shape of a heart. It was a gift they have made for their mate.

          Daeton, fearless as always, stood his ground. He did not draw a weapon, though the hiss from this frightening creature certainly made his fingers jump to his hip for his dagger. He thinks quickly, but he has a clear feeling that if this fight were to take place, a long sword would do him no good. The creature is fast and slippery –– he’d need something he could give shorts bursts with. 

          Thinking his way through a possible attack, he doesn't register what the creature says until he goes to repeat it. “You took it from––!” A pause, his brows knit together but now it’s in confusion. “The fuck do you mean, again?” The bandit he’d taken it from had been so desperate to keep it that Daeton had to do away with him. The Lord who had commissioned Daeton to retrieve it had been desperate to get it back. Sirens and mermaids made people lust for them... But could people lust for objects of their’s too?

“I TOL’ ya I don’ trust any a that mumbo jumbo shit. M’fine–––I swear on fuckin’ crip.”

HE HUFFS loudly in response, brow beaten expression as he places hands on his HIPS as he leans back with a tightened jaw and a disbelieving expression.

“I ain’t ‘BOUT this nonsense an’ I DON’ do doctors ANYWAY.”

“Hmm, almost,” she laughs. The young woman places a hand on his arm as a greeting before walking past him to take his horse. She walks his horse into one of the stables, the one she reserved especially for Daeton’s horse whenever he would come by. It is tidy and neat, with plenty of food for his companion to reenergize and plenty of space for rest. “I know that the inn is vacant, but you are also welcome in my home. They are about to send me ‘ome anyhow..” Theo pushes the doors to the stables closed. “My father won’t be in town for the next week as he is doing business. He insists on finding me a husband. My ‘ouse will not be as nice as the inn…but the company should be. I can fix you some supper. You look quite weary.” She rolls down the sleeves and wipes her hands in the ruffles of her old dress.

         He returns the favour, giving her inner elbow a bit of a squeeze before he stands aside to let her take his steed. As the horse walks off he gives it a firm pat on the rump. It shakes it’s head when the bridal comes free from it’s mouth and saddle from it’s back. Daeton remains outside, boots collecting dirt from the muddy street as he leans against the stable and listens to his friend speak. 

           “Find you a husband? You’re too young for that.” Says the 200 year old bachelor. Though he has to admit he’s glad her father wouldn’t be home. He’s had only a few run in’s with the man but it’s clear even from that they do not see eye-to-eye. Though Theo’s home might not be the warmest or the most luxurious, Daeton would never deny her hospitality whenever she offered. 

            “Supper sounds nice.” He looks up at her as she comes back outside, rubbing a hand down his face. He was weary. While his body ached only slightly, that would be gone in a few moments. His hunger however, would roar to life soon –– especially with this talk of meals. “I’ll take fine company over a fine bed any day. And... When you think about it, even the lousiest bed is better than sleeping on the ground with a horse breathin’ in your face.” 

              His horse snorts, as if understanding the conversation and taking offence. Daeton smiles smugly, looking over Theo’s shoulder for the barn owners who will tell her to go home. He knew them well enough, but he used the stable only because of Theo.

She doesn’t have to turn around—she would know that voice anywhere, even if they’ve only worked together once. There aren’t that many people in the world who would say her name like that, every syllable dripping with a distinctive accent. But Pasha finds herself turning anyway, watching as he pushes himself towards her, looking almost like the cat who’d eaten the canary.

“Or maybe I just haven’t needed your help again,” she replies, a smile accompanying her raised brow. He isn’t wrong: It has been a while since she’d sought him out for help on a particularly nasty case. Thanks to him, she’d managed to save the city, and perhaps others as well, but there’s no use in giving him a big head about it! “You here for business, or just to cause some more trouble?”

       That last name tickled him. A blast from his not-so-distant past, now showing up twice within the same 2 year span. It was something he hadn’t really expected. He can honestly say she looked like a Devereaux, and she carried herself like one. Though her tongue is sharp, and he pretends to be maimed by her words. 

        Inhales sharply through his teeth, hands clasp over his heart and he sways lightly to one side. “Your words wound me, Pasha. Me? Trouble?” Smug smile holds it’s place, that twinkle of mischief in his eye never failing. He fakes pain the way he’s seen on TV. It’s been centuries since he’s felt anything close to pain. Not even a headache. Not even a bruise. Nothing. Does he really know what it feels like anymore?

          “Business,” he answers as he drops his hands to the side, sticking them into jean pockets. Shoulders angle back, back straight as a board. His pause is stretched out by his growing smirk. “Maybe some trouble too, depending.” He clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, eyes holding her gaze.

            The 6 day ride had turned into nearly 8, and Daeton’s arrival was welcomed even still with smiling guards and happy people. Escorted to the castle, never once leaving his horse, Daeton was able to see the Kingdom of Corona again in a new light. It had been a few months since he’d been here last –– after rescuing a young lady of the court and escorting her safely back to her love.  It held much the same vibrance and charm, leaving Daeton hesitant to dismount and enter the castle so quickly. 

            But he did, and on the other side he was met with a court full of ladies and lords. They smiled at him, and his boisterous personality came out. His chest puffed, his smile wide, his hand waving. And when the King addresses him, though it isn't customary, he cannot wipe his smile from his face. A happy welcome, and soon the court is dismissed to mingle amongst themselves. 

            Daeton bows and the King makes his way forward, smiling in fondness. But at his heels is a long-haired blonde. He cannot remember her name, though he thinks he’s seen her before. His eyes don't drift for long, and even as the King comes forward to greet him more personally, Daeton’s confidence is bright as the sun’s rays. 

kel listens and nods her head. magic is different for everyone, and she only has a connection to the living. “i prefer summer for sure. sun is always shining and it feels like it’s easier to breathe,” she admits softly. all plants connect to her when she comes close to them but it takes more than that to actually use the plants or control them. as a tree comes up on her right, kel links arms with dae and pulls him towards it.

“i can..i can feel it in my bones ya know? like the tree breathing and moving. the roots in the ground, everything. it’s always there because there are always plants around ya know? i’m not even doing anything, it’s just a part of me. sort of like a second skin almost,” kel explains. she can feel more than this one tree, she can feel them all through the city with a deep breath, and she moves in sync with them. turning from the tree and back to the immortal she offers him a small smile.

“sorry we should uh get to the bar.” despite her words, kel rests a hand on the tree and closes her eyes for a brief moment, in that moment she returns it to perfect health. in doing so some of the staples and nails (from posters being hung there) in the bark pop out and fall to the ground.

        “Wha––” He looses his footing as she drags him aside. Hand flies to his cap, holding it in place even though he need not worry. It makes his actions more dramatic, something he always seemed to do when people did something unexpected or unwanted. His brows raise slightly as she pulls him over to a tree. Eyes flick over to her, chin tucked down as he looks at her. For a moment, he acts as if what she’s saying is insanity. Even though it’s not. 

          Though her performance of bringing it back to it’s full health made him smile and soften all together. “Now I’m kind of scared to put alcohol in you.” He muses, motioning with his head for her to follow him again. He walks back towards the sidewalk, hands finding themselves in his pockets again –– shoulder’s straight as a board. “So, drunk Kel likes to dance. What else does drunk Kel do? Talk about plants a lot? Laugh a lot? Or are you one of those depressive drunks.” Smug as can be, he glances over to her just as they come to the bar. 

             Hand reaches out and holds the door open for her. The slips through after she does, and the sound of the place envelopes them. They’re stopped by a body guard –– tall and built like a giant. He asks them for an invitation. Daeton smiles and holds up a hand. Within moment’s he’s created a small little ball of light. It pulsates in the palm of his hand –– proof that he’s magical enough to be at this bar.