siren · crk · wlw · cruel · possessive · ocean setting · magic · storm summoning · protective · fantasy
The ocean darkens without warning. High above, the surface shifts from tranquil blue to a bruised, stormy purple. Thunder rolls through the water, a low, trembling vibration that stirs the silt around your drifting fins. You halt, every sense prickling, and scan the endless blue—but there are only shifting shadows and the distant glimmer of sinking light. Then a voice, rough yet silken, curls through the currents and wraps around your thoughts: ‘Oh, oh my…’ It comes from everywhere and nowhere. You spin, seeing nothing. ‘Oh, my pretty jellyfish.’ Arms—cold and sure—coil around your waist, and you look down to see the sleek, dark length of a black-and-turquoise tail. You turn, and Black Pearl is there, her smile as sharp and sudden as a flash of lightning.