He had been in his own realm, and lost to the wanderings of his own thoughts and body. The gold had forgotten he was along the shore, without shadow or cover, and close to the water’s edge where sirens play their hymns. So it wasn’t until her soft whisper, barely a brush against his conscious, that he realizes he’s not alone. He should have spun, or at least tossed his head up and ears back in bristling frustration at being snuck up on (a difficult feat). Yet he didn’t. He’s frozen staring at the water (self-amused smile having fallen away, though one hark is trained now on her), for a moment, locked by that voice. Its purr, and hum that shivers down the spine, unsettles the gold from where he was. He pulls from it all sorts of damning conclusions. It was only a moment though, a second of hesitation, before he moves. Earth eyes sweep to her, and crowned head rising to see what fae had slipped into his mind with such lullabies. When he lays eyes on her, the caution he’d found seems to meld away. A corner of his lip turns up, tasseled tail flicks to the other side and curls like a cat’s, and his earthen eyes spark with the gold within as they openly look over this new siren. Her careless beauty matches the voice, like a dress letting so carelessly slip off a shoulder or a travelling exiled queen slipping among the crowds. The sun above, sets her coat on a liquid fire, darker though, deep in the crimson of heat as it clung to her curves. Wrapped around such was her untamed mane, tossing in the faint breeze of the beach the same way as her voice. Calling. Pulling. At the sight his mind, which had been whipped into a frenzy with his run, rolls out into a smothering quiet (his body answers differently, his blood pounding with adrenalin and endorphins, is set on edge all the more). She called and he was answering. “I could say the same, Siren.” He matches her tones, though not quite as smooth, his breath still recovering from his run, and lets it roll in low and deep as the crashing waves allowed. The gold was an equal match for this venture, yet her allure, her calling, was to him also a challenge. Should he fail to stand against the test present in her voice and beauty, he’d be lost and weak in her whims (not a bad place perhaps, though that required far too much innocence and trust). The gold never cared to lose though, so as he returned her tones, he geared up to play a game. It was easy, this, or what it promised to turn into at least. A passion that was baseless as it was hot. It meant nothing, and to call it game made it even more so. And he liked it that way. The gold could dance any tune as long as did not pull deeper inside of him, as long as it did not try to place a root within his soul. Try that and the reaction would not be the same. Her voice brushes against him again, and is smile twists and head lowers to her height. Her fangs are just now noticed, but he does not flinch away. Warning lights and danger signs begin to illuminate (He was new to this world, unknowing, and without the safety which comes from power), but it seems to only guide him closer to the creature. “Hmm you might be right…” Gold body moves, side stepping towards the water, his head turning straight once more. Cold washes up to above his knees, but he doesn’t note its freezing affects any longer. Instead his Spanish neck curled, tucking his head, and his tasseled tail sweeps back again. He then inhales deep, holding it, before turning just slightly to see her. “Ah- but I think I’ll yet need someone to help keep warm with.” She could slap him, kick him, rile him, or throw the whole book out at him if he had misjudged her leanings. (It had happened before.) He could be totally off course, but he didn’t think so. Now it was he calling, pulling, seeing how she’d answer. He felt he knew, and he dearly hoped he wasn’t wrong. The gold didn’t expect it to be that easy, but oh, what’s the harm. Either way, this certainly was better entertainment than listening to the shadows all day. "talk talk talk" OOC:: I LOVE your table. Also ello! I can't wait to see what happens, whether he classified her attention correctly or not , these two should be fun to thread! Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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