[ For a long while, he simply stares at her, head tipped slightly to the side. His gaze roves over the tattoos on her left side, and a small part of him recognizes them, even if he doesn't recognize her.
Siren.
His hands curl into fists at the mention of the contract, and he focuses, feeling the tug of something connecting the two of them. He finds he doesn't like it. He doesn't want to be bound, and the reminder of it -- the threat of it -- makes him snarl.
In an instant, his muscles uncoil and he slams her into a tree, forearm braced against her neck.
But there are things that cannot be broken, and some instinct stops him from ripping out her throat and putting an end to their agreement, like he wants to do -- some small voice screaming stop, don't, not her, please in his head.
He looks at her -- really looks, -- eyes narrowed and lips pulled away from his teeth, and still that voice in his head, not her, not her.
And after a long moment, he pulls back, relieving some of the pressure he had put on her neck -- not enough to free her, but enough to keep her breathing. He tips his chin down, just a twitch of a movement, as if to tell her to say her piece. ]
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Siren.
His hands curl into fists at the mention of the contract, and he focuses, feeling the tug of something connecting the two of them. He finds he doesn't like it. He doesn't want to be bound, and the reminder of it -- the threat of it -- makes him snarl.
In an instant, his muscles uncoil and he slams her into a tree, forearm braced against her neck.
But there are things that cannot be broken, and some instinct stops him from ripping out her throat and putting an end to their agreement, like he wants to do -- some small voice screaming stop, don't, not her, please in his head.
He looks at her -- really looks, -- eyes narrowed and lips pulled away from his teeth, and still that voice in his head, not her, not her.
And after a long moment, he pulls back, relieving some of the pressure he had put on her neck -- not enough to free her, but enough to keep her breathing. He tips his chin down, just a twitch of a movement, as if to tell her to say her piece. ]