The Siren Song.

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

You  are  not  entirely  sure  why  you  went  out  of  your  way  to  save  them  from  the  depths  of  water  and  another  siren.  Maybe  it  was  because  other  siren  was  in  your  territory,  maybe  it  was  because  the  one  they  saved  had  looked  so  beautiful  in  the  waters  that  were  going  to  be  where  they  met  their  end  and  maybe  it  was  just  because  you  were  in  a  good  mood  today.  Your  clawed  fingers  brush  hair  from  their  face,  they're  too  still  and  too  quiet.  Hand  balls  into  fist  and  then  hits  against  chest  with  too  much  strength,  much  more  than  that  of  a  humans  own  but  it  does  the  trick  it'd  seem  as  water  spills  from  lips  of  another.  You  should  retreat  into  the  water  but  find  that  you  can't,  you  want  to  see  them  open  their  eyes.

walking  on  the  land  during  certain  times  is  the  only  time  he  can  actually  experience  one  thing  that  he's  always  been  so  curious  about.  Holding  a  persons  hand  in  his,  intertwining  their  fingers  (  his  webbed  fingers  while  in  the  depths  of  water  do  not  make  this  possible  but  right  now  there's  a  human  like  hand  there  and  it  is  begging  to  be  held  ).  He  holds  his  hand  out,  gaze  practically  pleading.   ❛   we  should  hold  hands  .  .  .  could  we  hold  hands?  I've  always  wanted  to  hold  hands.   ❜   the  way  the  siren  says  it  makes  it  sound  like  he  means  with  them,  let  them  take  it  how  they  will.

 ❛   you're  beautiful.   ❜   the  siren  croons,  clawed  fingers  brushing  against  their  cheek  as  pale  blue  gaze  searches  their  features.  He  simply  had  to  make  sure  they  knew  of  their  beauty.  Sirens  like  beautiful  things.

walking  on  the  land  during  certain  times  is  the  only  time  he  can  actually  experience  one  thing  that  he's  always  been  so  curious  about.  Holding  a  persons  hand  in  his,  intertwining  their  fingers  (  his  webbed  fingers  while  in  the  depths  of  water  do  not  make  this  possible  but  right  now  there's  a  human  like  hand  there  and  it  is  begging  to  be  held  ).  He  holds  his  hand  out,  gaze  practically  pleading.   ❛   we  should  hold  hands  .  .  .  could  we  hold  hands?  I've  always  wanted  to  hold  hands.   ❜   the  way  the  siren  says  it  makes  it  sound  like  he  means  with  them,  let  them  take  it  how  they  will.

You  are  not  entirely  sure  why  you  went  out  of  your  way  to  save  them  from  the  depths  of  water  and  another  siren.  Maybe  it  was  because  other  siren  was  in  your  territory,  maybe  it  was  because  the  one  they  saved  had  looked  so  beautiful  in  the  waters  that  were  going  to  be  where  they  met  their  end  and  maybe  it  was  just  because  you  were  in  a  good  mood  today.  Your  clawed  fingers  brush  hair  from  their  face,  they're  too  still  and  too  quiet.  Hand  balls  into  fist  and  then  hits  against  chest  with  too  much  strength,  much  more  than  that  of  a  humans  own  but  it  does  the  trick  it'd  seem  as  water  spills  from  lips  of  another.  You  should  retreat  into  the  water  but  find  that  you  can't,  you  want  to  see  them  open  their  eyes.