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They spun a tale of kindness and warmth, and we laughed.
Laughed, because of how they once treated us.
Louder, because of the way they oppressed us.
Harder, because of the way they abused us.
Madder, because of the way we retaliated.
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Headcanon:
Because mortals would try to attack the Sirens while they slept at night, Poseidon put a charm on the entrance to the cove to protect them. If any mortal, man or woman, tried to enter, a water spirit would appear. Taking the form of what the mortal who saw it desired the most, it would enchant and lure them away from the cove and drown them.
No matter how many mortals tried to enter at a time, the spirit would always catch them and kill them.
A block or two down from one of your clubs is seated an empty building, a for rent sign barely hanging. The sound of your heels echo on the bare floor as you make your way down into the basement, your partners footsteps barely heard after yours. As the door is opened, you shuck off your thick coat and hand it over to him before switching the light on. In the middle of the floor is a chair and a young man tied to it. You pull out from your brassiere the photo Deadeye gave you as you saunter close to him. "Friend came looking for you, Jared. Daddy's worried for you and yet, he still has not given into mine and Mr. Lemon Man's requests. We think we didn't ask for much and yet.." You click your tongue and slide the photograph back into your bra and pull out a cigarette. After you light it, you exhale a mouth full of glowing lavender smoke and look down at the poor boy. He's watching your every move, waiting for the signal of release or death. Either way, he's not looking that good. Your painted lips twist into a smirk and you pull your revolver from your garter and spin the barrel before cocking the hammer back. "Let's test your luck, baby." You aim the gun between his eyes and watch him shake for a minute or two before pulling the trigger, bone shattering quickly following the sound of the gun. You take a casual drag of your cigarette and slip the gun back under the silk garment and turn to the man behind you. "When playing Russian roulette with a fool, always play with a loaded gun, Lemon Man." "Gotcha babe."
