There was something infuriating about being asked to leave his oceanic orchestra. The band was just beginning to tune, and Hunter, the shivering conductor, was just about to do a sound check with a steady note of B-flat.
Hunter, however, knew better than to open his mouth to scold, fearing what magic might fall out if he put a single emotion to verbal communication. Hunter feared killing again.
Was it why he stood in the water? Replicating the scenario his past victim felt in their final moments? Was that the reason Hunter felt the need to step backward instead of further, trying to retreat from the stranger who was stepping too close?
The man gathered water, and Hunter's attention was directed to the vial. Magic? The man was not plain.
Would that make him safe?
“It won't be safe,” Hunter tried to explain, catching himself as another wave crashed into his backside, sending him stumbling forward a few steps. “I'm a siren-” He announced like that would explain the dangers this man faced.
Hunter, however, knew better than to open his mouth to scold, fearing what magic might fall out if he put a single emotion to verbal communication. Hunter feared killing again.
Was it why he stood in the water? Replicating the scenario his past victim felt in their final moments? Was that the reason Hunter felt the need to step backward instead of further, trying to retreat from the stranger who was stepping too close?
The man gathered water, and Hunter's attention was directed to the vial. Magic? The man was not plain.
Would that make him safe?
“It won't be safe,” Hunter tried to explain, catching himself as another wave crashed into his backside, sending him stumbling forward a few steps. “I'm a siren-” He announced like that would explain the dangers this man faced.