Llŷr 🐟 the curious (
soundsfishy) wrote in
riverviewlogs2017-06-13 09:31 am
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Poor Unfortunate Souls
who: Llŷr & Open
what: Siren singing and broken hearts.
when: During the Butterfly Effect
where: The River
warnings: Mind control, mentions of eating people.
He remembered Riverview; at least that was working for him. The rest, however, was not as fortunate. Affected by a certain chalice, the merman was less mer and more siren, perched on a rock in the river and running one hand lazily in the water. he's making sure to show off all his best sides, his hair less in braids and random knots and more flowing silk down his shoulders.
After accepting his siren side in this strange timeline created, Llŷr abandoned his curiosity for a less hospitable trait, mixing a more callous nature with the natural instincts of his grandmother's blood. Losing his pod to humans and swimming the ocean full of bitterness, there was little kindness left in him. These days, humans were nothing but toys.
This meant singing. Although a snack would be lovely, the idea of playing with his food is quite tempting, so by the first tune out of his mouth, he calls for anyone who can hear him with a melody so fascinating it's hard to resist.
They would all love him and despair.
[ooc: Essentially, fishboy will be magically seducing anyone attracted to men with his song, and make them utterly in love with him for as long as he's singing. How this affects people not from his world is definitely up to you - it can be less effective or not affect them at all. Non-humans are less affected in general in his own world, but again, completely up to you.
Of course he will not actually be eating anyone (unless you want that for some reason) and people can be saved or he'll just simply play with them for a while.]
what: Siren singing and broken hearts.
when: During the Butterfly Effect
where: The River
warnings: Mind control, mentions of eating people.
He remembered Riverview; at least that was working for him. The rest, however, was not as fortunate. Affected by a certain chalice, the merman was less mer and more siren, perched on a rock in the river and running one hand lazily in the water. he's making sure to show off all his best sides, his hair less in braids and random knots and more flowing silk down his shoulders.
After accepting his siren side in this strange timeline created, Llŷr abandoned his curiosity for a less hospitable trait, mixing a more callous nature with the natural instincts of his grandmother's blood. Losing his pod to humans and swimming the ocean full of bitterness, there was little kindness left in him. These days, humans were nothing but toys.
This meant singing. Although a snack would be lovely, the idea of playing with his food is quite tempting, so by the first tune out of his mouth, he calls for anyone who can hear him with a melody so fascinating it's hard to resist.
They would all love him and despair.
[ooc: Essentially, fishboy will be magically seducing anyone attracted to men with his song, and make them utterly in love with him for as long as he's singing. How this affects people not from his world is definitely up to you - it can be less effective or not affect them at all. Non-humans are less affected in general in his own world, but again, completely up to you.
Of course he will not actually be eating anyone (unless you want that for some reason) and people can be saved or he'll just simply play with them for a while.]

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How different he is when the chalice changes the timelines. Gentle and curious Llŷr, embracing his true nature and trying to seduce teenagers.
"Come to me, boy. I am trapped on land, I cannot harm you now even if I desired to."
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But he is right. There's not much he can do stranded on land. And Ivar's curiosity about such a powerful water spirit is great. Foregoing the wheelchair, he crawls forward a few feet, one hand still keeping a firm grip on the knife, just in case Llŷr tries any funny business.
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"It is a pleasing sight, perhaps, but I much prefer the look of ecstasy in a lover's kiss." The voice is warm and sultry, even if there's a tinge of worry there as well. He curls up a bit more, fins kept close to his green scales. He somehow manages to look beautiful even tense like this, water drops glittering everywhere and his ginger hair starting to curl slightly at the tips as the sun warms him.
Surely you want him, Ivar? He's all helpless on land and at your mercy.
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He crawls up to Llŷr, pausing there for a moment. To Hel with it. Ivar leans in and kisses him on the lips. If he's damned himself to being pulled back into the river, so be it. This was worth it.
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It would be a little difficult to roll them both into the river from here, but Llŷr briefly glances to the side to measure the distance before he goes back to making Ivar breathless in other ways.
Maybe it would let his guard down enough to sing for him again.
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He runs the tip of his knife lightly over the skin of Llŷr's powerful shoulders and collarbone. Ivar is tempted to cut into the skin and see a bit of blood, but he refrains for two reasons. He's not nearly so cruel as all that while he's under the chalice's effect and he knows threatening the water spirit will only provoke him into start singing again. This time, Ivar might not be able to stop him.
Though the way things are going, he might not want him to.