vatheon | Siren's Call

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Siren's Call

Who: Siren!Zelda and your unfortunate male characters
Where: Vatheon, anywhere she decides to appear (but usually just out of reach)
When: February 10th, all day
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Zelda has finally lost most of herself to the curse. She doesn't know why, but she feels like she has to sing for anyone that will listen. If approached, she doesn't stop, she just backs up slowly and keeps singing...]

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You have sons?

[Her smile gentles. She'd been considering luring this centaur to his doom after all, but she's an easily swayed siren. Too soft to survive for sure.]

How sweet! And how old are they?

[Sorry Dadleer, you're getting bulgeblocked by sons that aren't even there.]

[Well, it's a good thing he loves them both very much, then, or else he would be a much more annoyed centaur. The conversation is easily shifted to such a topic. Ducking his head, Darkleer gives a pleased, proud smile. Without his glasses and his hair tied back in braids away from his face, it's a rather meaningless gesture.]

They are of thirteen years, give or take some passing seasons, and I would not trade them for all the world's pleasures.

I have always wanted children. Many of them!

[Maybe that's why she keeps wanting a human to appear? It's hard to say.]

Are they twins, then?

I am certain you would make a fine mother. Should you care for one to help you with such a goal, I would do what I could to assist you.

[What do you mean they aren't the same race? Darkleer doesn't see why that matters. Greek mythology is freaky, man.]

No, they are not. Only one of them is of my blood, but I find it to matter little. Whether he is of my family line or not, he is my son regardless, and I would tear the world asunder if any would try to take him from me.

[Huh, for some reason, the word 'asunder' makes his smile flicker, but then he's moving on.]

[Freaky perhaps, but as Zelda considers it (devoted father? that sounds good!), her practicality takes over.]

Are centaurs born with four legs?

[Because that would seriously hurt. If they magically morph later, it's a different story.]

You are right, of course. Family is what you make of it, it is not defined only by blood.

You may not birth a centaur, if that is what is worrying you. [Practicality, 'tho? He can admire that in a woman and is in fact doing that right now, leaning in to brush his fingertips against her cheek.] Perhaps you may have children with gorgeous long hair and feathers such as your own. They may even be fauns of some kind. Either way, if you were to have mine, I would not let you suffer through such pain on your own.

[Devoted is definitely Darkleer, centaur or not. Sure, right now as a centaur he is a wretched flirt, but he wouldn't leave a baby-momma hanging!]

[She blushes lightly, not used to having her face touched. This is a matter that requires serious consideration, but she will indeed consider it. She has to carry on her line after all, and it doesn't seem like this centaur will expect her to love him. The siren sounds shy when she speaks again.]

May I meet your sons?

[He could just be a flirt. We're gonna have to do a background check on this potential baby daddy, as well as make sure the child that he DID have biologically is healthy.]

I would be most pleased if you did.

[And to his pride, both of his children are quite healthy, thank you!]

[...Well Gamzee is a little.]

[You know. Out there. But he is sweeter than any other and with a heart of gold. And maybe drugs. But gold, really.]

[Offering his hand to her, he nods back to the rest of his body.]

I would not mind allowing you a rest while I took you to them, my lady.

Are you certain? I do appreciate it.

[She doesn't want to treat him like some sort of beast of burden, after all. But he doesn't seem adverse to the idea, so she takes his hand and slips up onto his back with the ease of someone who is used to riding. Though she's fairly sure she hasn't ridden before...]

Considering the topic of our conversation, it is only the right thing to do.

[He is a proper gentleman, after all, libido not withstanding. Adjusting to the light weight he now bears, he turns around and begins to trot back to where he last saw his wayward sons.]

They are wanderers like myself, I'm afraid, but they should not be too far off..

[Calling Gamzee a wanderer is just a really generous way of saying he is a dumbass that gets lost a lot.

But right now he isn't lost! He is actually chilling near to where Darkleer last left him, his back against a tree and.... is that a flute in his hands?

Oh dear.]

[Zelda brightens when she sees a faun with a flute. Is it music time? Because I think it's music time. She removes her hands from Darkleer's waist to take out her harp, playing a jaunty tune befitting such a creature. The siren has no trouble staying aloft holding on with only her legs.]

[Oh dear.]

[Before Darkleer can step in, however, and ask just where Gamzee found that flute, does he know where it's been, his companion is bursting into song. Sighing, he just gives up and tilts his head to the side, listening to the music.]

[He blinks at the sudden music, his ears perking and he looks up. At the sight of Darkleer and the strange, unfamiliar lady he is carrying, he breaks into a smile. He raises his flute starting to play, trying to match her tune.

He is... not bad. He is actually making that wooden flute sound good. Well, decent at least.

Which, trust the narrative, is a function of the curse, nothing more.]

[The siren nearly climbs down to dance along with their song, but when she moves she remembers what she was riding this centaur for. She brings the song to a close, then waves over at Gamzee.]

Hello, there! Such a sweet little flute you have.

I am glad you approve of him, for that is one of my sons you speak to.

[Nodding to Gamzee, Darkleer gestures for him to come join them.]

Gamzee, this is the Lady Hylia. She wished to meet you and Equius.

[He scrambles up from the ground, hoofing it over with a curious look on his snout, his flute still in hand.]

Yo! What up?

[And then to Darkleer.]

Ain't all be in the know of where the fuck Equius went, but he done said he'd up and be back here at real motherfuckin' soon.

[Well, he's certainly lacking Darkleer's manners. This must be the adopted son, then. She glances at Darkleer questioningly before smiling at Gamzee again. He's slightly familiar, but not enough to jog her memory. She holds a hand down to the faun.]

It's good to meet you, Gamzee. I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean by "what up", though.

[No manners, yes, Darkleer knows, but no matter what he does, he can't get the boy to change. Not that he particularly wants to. Laying down and allowing Zelda to get off if she wishes, he reaches over to fuss with that wild mess of disasters that dares to be called Gamzee's hair.]

He means how do you do.

[Daaaad, not in front of the guest.]

Yeah. You know, what's fuckin' kickin' in your world at. Like that.

Oh, I see!

[She gets off of Darkleer's back, giggling.]

Well, I thought it would be nice to meet Darkleer's sons, considering.

[Considering what, she does not say.]

[Shoosh, son, he will fuss all he darn well likes!]

Language, Gamzee. [What? Even centaurs... Okay, no, this is a Darkleer thing.] Where did you find that instrument, as a matter of fact? While I am glad it did amuse our guest, I find I must ask.

[Still fiddling with that hair, ssssh. Also snorting a bit, air dusting over Gamzee's hair.]

[Oh no, his fragile teenage dignity.]

Found it. But like... I fuckin' cleaned it, I did.

[Usually Zelda would question if putting your mouth on something that you found was a good idea even if you cleaned it (wood is porous, Gamzee!), but this is fairy tale land.]

Perhaps it's magic. Do you sense any magic from it?

[Gamzee is saved from having to explain more about is flute by the arrival of another centaur, this one as dark as the other is light, trotting up to the little group. Equius eyes the siren for a moment, then bows stiffly, using only his human half.]

My lady.

Siren's Call

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This thread, I can't. Dying. Had to keep stopping to giggle.

I. WAT. lmao. Well, they'll never be able to face each other after this curse.

If they do, all the apologies forever

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Gamzee will be coming in next!

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