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Stood on the cliffside 𝒮𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔, "ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ" Your 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 love's the only 𝒽𝑜𝒶𝓍 I believe in Don't want no other ѕнα∂є of blue But you No other 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 in the WORLD would do
Lee Song | Siren
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rykxrlckwd:
“I don’t blame you, not everybody around here likes to imbibe.” Ryker smirked, hew knew some of the much older supernatural had grown bored of alcohol’s affects, he hoped he would never reach that point though.
“I tend to mix the two, I honestly make the best espresso martinis in Blymouth.” Ryker tried to make it not sound like a brag, but he couldn’t help it.
“Now you’ve just got me itching for a drink an ungodly hour in the morning. I should say shame on you.” Lee hadn’t had the luxury of human and even common supernatural milestones. They had their first drink way later in life than most and they’re trying to make up for lost time in the most healthy way possible. “Okay -- you’ve one me over. You gotta make me one of those.”
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yougottimeforasinner:
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𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚡 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 ; this woman to him seemed oddly sweet and a tad to trusting in that of the stranger which was odd to say the least. “Honestly, I don’t hold those type of answers as I’m only twenty-two and biology was never my strong point,” he said not being able to give her any of the answers to her because it never interested him in searching for those type of answers. “Not at all. You can’t go around believing people or the wrong people will take advantage of you, usually I’m one of those very people.” He shrugged his left shoulder and tilted his head to meet it. Chuckling a bit about his boldness with the coffee kink joke. “Well, obviously I have made a memorable first impression on you.”
“Well at least now why you’re so bold, I think everyone is at twenty-two.” Lee can’t help but snort a bit, amused by the other’s antics. “I don’t think it’s mine either, I just ask a lot of questions.” For a long time Lee had never met anyone outside of another siren or human, and despite being in Blythewood for a few years they still have questions pertaining to other supernaturals. “I promise I’m not putting myself in any danger, all I have to do is sing a pretty note in your ear and you’ll stop whatever you’re doing. -- But I gotta say I appreciate you caring that much about a weird stranger.” While Lee believes strongly in not doing that, it doesn’t mean that they won’t threaten it just a little. They have never harmed anyone with their voice before and they weren’t planning on it now. “That you did and not many people can say that.”
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owenmooney:
“Apparently so, everyone’s got their thing right? That one thing they’re not gonna give up no matter how much it hurts them.” Owen can tell when he’s overwhelmed whoever’s talking to, when he’s been too much, and this is one of those times. It’s a wolf thing, the deep need to just let out everything at once with no regard to taking a breath or stopping to let the other person catch up. “Dogs and caffeine don’t mix. Raises the heart rate too high and causes a bunch of other problems. Bit of a problem when you can turn into a dog.” He stops for a second, raising his coffee to his lips to take a sip. “Must be nice, although I can’t say I’d like having to depend on water that much. I hate being wet.”
Lee can’t help but furrow their brow for a moment, laughing shortly after. “Are you alright -- do you need help or something with a coffee addiction? There’s gotta be someone in this town who can fix that.” They think it’s a bit of a serious stance to take when it comes to a conversation like coffee but they guess the man as a point. It’s hard to give stuff up. “Huh -- I guess it all effects us differently then depending on what you are. I guess don’t go drinking coffee out of dog bowl. --- Can you eat chocolate?” Lee has to say they’re curious, if coffee effects him in such a way then should chocolate? Is that a myth? Lee doesn’t know but now they’re curious. “I think it’s harder for me to be on land than anything else. I lived purely in the water for years before I got here. So it’s been a bit of a rough transition getting use to my land legs.”
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agncw:
“Unless you ask an American,” Samuel smirked cheekily. “They swear that dark black shit that tastes like tar could wake the dead. And they like it,” he scoffed. “Know any vampires? We could ask them. I don’t think I know any off the top of my head.” For what it was worth, Samuel considered himself to be fairly human. Of all the supernatural beings you could meet, he was the most seemingly normal. He didn’t have to worry that the sun would hurt him any more than a decent sunburn, and he never feared being away from water. Hell, he could barely practice magic efficiently – the only thing he was good for was a potion or two.
“Oh, if it’s not filled with sugar it’s not for me. -- I think I might be more addicted to sugar than I am coffee. But I blame that on the fact I hadn’t tasted sugar until I arrived here.” Lee has spent most of their live in water before arriving in Blythewood, only coming to shore if necessary. So human food really was never a priority. “I know one -- I’m not sure if she drinks coffee though but I could always ask her opinion.” Lee goes onto shrug easily before taking another long sip of coffee. “So how do you prefer yours?”
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motherdaphne:
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“Believe me when I say that you and I are not the first!” Daphne reassured Lydia. “I keep a coffee maker ready and prepped at the house. I always have coffee. Every morning. Everyone knows what I’m like without it.”
“You could have a weird relationship with it,” she continued. “Or you could be completely normal. Look around. Everybody and their mother is drinking it. Don’t worry too much.”
Lee smiles a bit -- the reassurance does help a little bit. Even if Lee did have a wild dependency at least they’d know they aren’t alone in the world. “I guess there are much bigger things to worry about than wondering if someone thinks I’ve got a weird relationship with coffee.” Lee laughs a bit as they shake their head. “I’m starting to realize why humans like it so much.”
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owenmooney:
“Depnds on who you ask. If you ask someone who drinks more coffee than anything else, they’re gonna tell you no. But then you got those people who swear coffee is the worst thing in the world and they’re gonna tell you yes.” The explanation is long winded, Owen probably coming off like an over eager puppy ready to jump into any conversation he can find. But he’d been out for coffee, the rare time he was splurging on overly priced coffee instead of forcing Topaz to make him some, and the question had caught his interest. “God I hope not, you know what they say coffee does to dogs? More so the caffeine but still. I’d rather chew off my arm that have to get rid of it ‘cause it’s bad for me than give up coffee. And that’s not an exaggeration at all.”
There’s a lot of information for Lee to take in all in a moment’s notice. The dog comment makes a hell of a whole lot of sense, they feel a bit like they opened a door and twelve puppies just fell through all barking in their ear at once. But it’s not like the information is useless, it’s still very in line to what the conversation is about. “So you’re one of those people that’s going to swear up and down it’s not bad for you so you can keep drinking it?” Lee can’t help but chuckle a bit, the stranger truly exposed himself. “But no I can’t say I know what they say about caffeine and dogs. -- Sounds like whatever it is isn’t good though.” Lee goes onto shrug. “It does just about nothing to me, but maybe that’s a fish thing.”
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andyshcrp:
andrew quirked his brow. ❛ maybe a little bit, yeah. ❜ he gave them an answer that could easily answer both questions. ❛ if anything i think it effects us a little more strongly. at least, it does me. before i was turned it’d take at least three cups to give me the jitters and now i’m feeling it after only one. ❜
Lee sucks in a bit of air through their teeth, they knew as soon as they said it sounded a bit off. It’s too late now, might as well roll with it a little it. Besides the other doesn’t seem too bothered by the idea of Lee having an odd relationship with coffee. “Huh -- I guess it’s gotta do with biology then. ‘Cause I don’t think the caffeine effects me to that extreme.”
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rykxrlckwd:
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“I don’t know much about coffee but if the amount of supernaturals I see in my bar daily is anything to go by, addiction works in very much the same way as the humans.” Ryker chuckled lightly “It’s cool. I think I have a similar relationship with tequila.”
“Shoulda known! I didn’t even think about alcohol.” Lee goes onto shake their head slightly, almost as if they’re disappointed that they didn’t think of that in the first place. “It’s a love hate relationship. I don’t think coffee was really made to agree with sirens but -- damn it does taste pretty good.”
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yougottimeforasinner:
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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚢 , 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 ; relief swept over his freckled features when his next round of coffee was placed in front of him, giving his trademark crooked grin to the barista. He had the tendency of getting headaches if he didn’t get enough caffeine which his body had built some kind of dependency on, personally he blames his grandpa for getting him hooked on iced coffee by the time he was four. “Not weird at all. We all have our addictions whether we know them or not.” He shrugged his left shoulder, unfolding his arms. But then if he took a step back everyone had a dependency on something whether they admit it to themselves or not, he just one of the rare few that happen to wear all their flaws on their sleeve. His fluffy brows knitted together as he reached out to gently follow the handle of the cup. “Licking coffee off someone’s body is-” Oliver couldn’t finish it with a straight face from the laugh splitting apart his lips. “Yeah, sorry I-” his sick imagination getting the best of him with his fingers and thumb trailed the length to his temples. “I can’t I was seeing if you would actually believe the word of a totally stranger, lesson is don’t believe anything you hear and only half of what you see… Blah, blah, blah. Something else more poetic sounding from my old pal Poe.”
Lee finds the other a bit -- peculiar? They aren’t sure how to label it but it’s an interesting encounter nonetheless. "I just wonder if it’s easier or harder for us to develop them -- or if it depends on closely our biology is related to humans.” Lee can’t help but hum a bit. It really is quite the curious thing to think about if they’re honest. They’re sure there must be some sort of study they can find online but that requires a little more work than they’re willing to put in. And besides this kid has a lot to say about coffee and they feel like if anyone should know it’s the guy who has a coffee kink? Lee doesn’t know but soon they’re shoulders are sagging a bit, the displeased look all but disappearing from their face. “I mean -- if a stranger just told you they had a coffee kink, wouldn’t you believe them just a little bit.” Despite having the wool pulled over their eyes, Lee still laughs a bit. “Pretty ballsy of you to go around mouthing that stuff off, I’ll give you that.”
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agncw:
Since moving to the States, Samuel had adopted a certain liking for coffee. He still preferred tea, but the occasional coffee was nice, especially if it were frothy and milky. With a hot latte in his hand, Samuel glanced down at his friend, listening to their musings. “Depends on your metabolism, wouldn’t it? I mean…” There was a pause to think, which Samuel used to take a sip of the latte he held. “Actually, I’ve no idea. I’ve got no bloody clue.”
Lee reaches up to scratch their head idly, thinking for a moment. “You know -- I think you’re on to something.” Lee points their finger in Samuel’s direction, nodding along. “We all have difference metabolisms -- hell some of us are dead. There’s no way coffee can have an effect on a dead person.” Lee glances down at their own drink, still thinking. “In theory, this would have a difference effect on me than it would you.”
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yougottimeforasinner:
𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚐 ; pondering where the nearest psychic was to read the grounds of the coffee that stuck to the bottom of his cup and if he closed both eyes he’d swear it would be shaped in an R shape but with that thought he drifted into craving another coffee. Flicking his chocolate orbs up to meet Lee’s eyes to show that he was totally paying attention to the conversation, shifting his weight on the seat to bring his knee up for comfort. “Not sure you should be asking advice from a coffee addicted about the dependency on the liquid because I’ll say it is that of a healthy one.” He said, gesturing to the barista for another cup of coffee which he’ll pay for before he leaves. “Depends on weird… like are we talking about the kinky stuff with coffee because I’ve done some stuff.” He said with sincerity and serious expression from a tipping of his chin into a nod. Honestly, he was pulling her chain for a reaction from the woman.
Well -- Lee supposes they got the answer they wanted. It seems coffee can have the same effect -- an addiction. Or says the coffee addict. "I guess you answered my question -- supernaturals can develop a dependency. How weird…” Lee goes on to take another long sip before looking down at their own half full cup. They don’t always get a coffee but they could see how this quickly could become a habit and a need for the caffeine to give them a boost. However their train of thought is cut short at the other’s next works. Lee’s face twists up in a mix of confusion and a bit of disgust. “I’m sorry -- a kink?” Lee blinks once then twice in shock. “I have no coffee kinks and it’s frankly too damn early in the morning to hear about a stranger’s coffee kinks.”
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“Do you think supernaturals can develop a caffeine dependency like humans do?” A straw hangs loosely from their mouth, iced coffee settled in their right hand. “ ‘cause I was reading up on how it effects humans, make me wonder if it’s got the same effect on us.” They take a long sip of coffee before shrugging a bit. “This line of questioning makes me sound like I have a weird relationship with coffee doesn’t it?”
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shiftr:
“C’mon, Calla, you got this,” she said as she juggled the bags and books in her hands. “Yup, totally got this,” she thought aloud, though with her next step she felt it all crumbling down. “No- Nope - I do not have this” she sighed as she knelt down. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your way in a moment,” she said as she looked up at them with a smile. “I thought I was stronger than I looked”
Should Lee have offered their help a little earlier? Sure, but they were curious to see if it was all in vain. It didn’t take too much longer for it all to come tumbling down and Lee can’t help but shake their head a bit. A small smile splays on their lips as they bend down to help the other pick up a few of the books that had been strewn across the pavement. “I don’t think it had anything to do with strength -- needed to stack them differently.” Lee hums a bit. “Where are you headed? I think I can shoulder a few.”
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Lee Song. Siren. Appears 35. Constance Wu.
|| hi friends, this is my sweet siren baby. they live in serenity park and can almost always be found lounging on the beach. there’s a little more information about them below the cut!!
tw: severe injury
lee has been alive for a long time
being a siren has made lee live a long long live
a life that has been spent trying to break all myths that being a siren holds
most assume sirens are women and for a long time, lee assumed they were a woman too because that’s what sirens HAVE to be
however lee never truly felt like a woman, or other sirens in fact
lee differed from them in every single way possible
they did not want to kill sailors, in fact they didn’t understand the reasoning
at the time sirens were no longer hunted like they once were
humans were too far afraid of their power to interact with them
so lee saw no point in senselessly killing sailors when those sailors did whatever they could to avoid sirens
so this is when lee realized they were no longer to use their powers to harm innocent people but instead try to counter the damage other sirens have done and lead them away from danger with their voice
other sirens in lee’s vicinity did not like this, others thought that lee was siding with the humans and made a plot to kill lee
when a sailors ship finally sailed by one evening, instead of starting their song -- the other sirens dragged lee under the ship and attempted to kill them
the bottom of the ship cut lee’s back open and the sirens left lee for dead when they could not swim to shore.
lee floated lifelessly along the coast until they washed up on blythewood’s shore
in their siren form, lee was sure whoever these strangers were would kill them
but instead they brought them straight to the hospital and helped themrecover
lee hadn’t ever felt so cared for before, that is when lee decided that maybe they should stick around and see what this city has to offer
despite feeling warm and welcomed in the city, lee still felt uneasy about themselves -- still not sure they were a typical siren
before blythewood, lee spent little to no time on land, they had no idea of different gender binaries
it was when they was emerging themselves in the culture did they find that there are other’s who do not feel like a man or a woman, just as lee does.
upon deciding to no longer identify as a woman -- lee felt much more settled in the city
lee uses their differences to protect the city of blythewood, lee decided to become a lifeguard and use their skills to continue to save lives -- luring people back to shore when they get too far and save them from drowning
lee tries their very hardest to help break the stereotypes around the myths of sirens -- not all sirens must be women or must kill those who enter their territory
lee has now lived in blythewood since 1992
they are much more content in their live, while still a bit stubborn -- lee is happy in their life and aims to make as many friends as they can
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