Craving Music

[seaphonic]

Who: Dean Winchester & Syrena
When: May 15th.
Where:The docks.
Summary: You haven't lived until you've heard Zeppelin.
Warning: Tsundere mermaid? Other than that none.

Perhaps, Syrena thought, this morning would be an interesting and entertaining one. Many people had sung and played music for her, soothing her initial displeasure as she'd combed her hair off shore on one of her favourite rocks. A man had promised her music, and although she did not know his name, the desire to hear this 'Zepplin' was enough to have her agree to have him meet her. He did not seem dangerous or harmful. If he was, well...she'd just do what she had to unruly fishermen that had tried to catch her in their nets just before dusk.

Nothing quite tasted like human flesh did. It certainly was a delicacy like no other.

Syrena already had had her fill of fish thus far, nor would she attack or eat someone who wasn't really asking for it. Thus she was in a decent mood as she swam her way over to where the docks were, waiting off to the side, just below the murky surface to wait for Dean to show up. She'd spot or hear him before he'd see her, surely.

Comments

[mulletrock]

That's sweet, and at first Dean's not sure how to react to it. He knows better than to ask about Philip. He heard enough today about the guy to know it was something intimate. On some level. Or at least guess. He wasn't going down that road.

"You've got plenty of opportunity here." He doesn't mention for that as much good as he's seen the bad always tripled it. She doesn't need to hear that. "You just gotta get more people to come down here and show you it's out there."

[seaphonic]

"I do not know how to do so." It wasn't really her fault either. Gaining a mermaid's trust was a hard thing to do, especially when it came to trusting humans. "You can understand my wariness toward most, can you not?"

After all, who wouldn't love to catch a mermaid? Who wouldn't want to pluck all her scales from her tail or collect her tears? Who wouldn't dry her out in the sun and leave her to burn to death and suffocate?

Not many, at least in her mind. Even so, she had met a few individuals whom she'd grown to trust. Unfortunately, most of those individuals had left.

[mulletrock]

Maybe he could help. He doesn't voice it though. He's pretty quick to lean forward, just a little closer, not quite in her personal space but enough that he's able to lower his voice to help get his playful point across. The cheeriness despite the words is obvious. It's clear he's just joking.

"Then don't bitch about bein' alone."

[seaphonic]

It is a good thing that the playfulness is undeniable. Anything less would've earned Dean a soft hiss from the back of her throat, but she's simply silent as she stares at him with her large, dark eyes. She didn't know what 'bitching' was, but apparently she was doing it.

"You are strange."

There was an urge then, to put seaweed in the man's hair, but Syrena figured that wouldn't be taken too well, even if it would simply be her way of teasing retaliation.

"Are you able to swim?"

[mulletrock]

"Wish I could," that was a bold faced lie but she didn't need to know that. "But I have t'head back. I've got an eight year old to take care of and he doesn't do sittin' on his hands well."

Which was true. Ben turned to mischief when he get bored.

"But I'll be back, I promise," as he says it he's hopping to his feet. "I'm good for my word." Any excuse to get away and spend time with a topless chick was a good one.

[seaphonic]

Her face fell, but only slightly as she took that as her cue to slip from the dock and fall back into the water with a splash. It only took her a moment to surface once again. Dean had promised he would return and if he was true to his word then he would return. Hopefully with pie.

"I will keep you to your word. See to it that you do not go back on it."

[mulletrock]

"I won't," Dean waves his hand before walking away. He can't help but feel like that's a well hidden threat. She has nothing to worry about. As far as carnivorous creatures went he actually enjoyed her company, and that was a first. Sure, she was a little weird, but after dealing with Cas the past year or so that kind of behavior didn't really surprise him.

[seaphonic]

At the wave of his hand, Syrena dove below the surface, tail making a satisfying splash before it slipped beneath with the rest of her. It was still early although the morning had grown old. Perhaps she'd sunbathe out along the coast, far from where people usually spent their time. Perhaps she'd collect shells.

Regardless of what she did, Dean had been welcome company. Hopefully he'd visit again soon.