𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 | enoch o'connor

𝐯𝐢. fighting and forgiveness

Jake was strange. That was the easiest way for Siren to describe him, he didn't appear to have a peculiarity and yet he had made it into the loop without even knowing what a loop was. He followed behind her quietly as she gave him the tour, sweeping his gaze over the vast grounds the house lay on. 

He was polite enough although he seemed a little confused at their entire existence, his dark eyebrows furrowing whenever he caught sight of something vaguely supernatural. Siren smiled kindly at him as they finished the tour, directing him into Miss Peregrine's office where the ymbryne sat waiting eagerly to speak to him.

"Goodbye Jake, I'll see you at lunch."

"Uhh yeah, thank you for showing me around." He replied, tripping over his own words in a hurry to get them out.

She turned around as he opened the door and made her way back up the stairs to Enoch' workroom.

As Siren placed her hand on the doorknob and began to turn it, she frowned when it refused to give way. She wrapped her knuckles sharply on the polished wood and called out.

"Enoch, why have you locked the door? It's Siren, let me in." There was a click and the door swung open slightly, Enoch's broad frame was blocking her from stepping foot inside or seeing past him so she huffed and waited for him to.

"I thought you were busy helping the new kid." He sneered.

"I was only doing what Miss Peregrine asked me too." Siren huffed, annoyed at his sombre attitude, she pushed past him into the room deciding to ignore him entirely.

The workshop table that they normally used was littered with the bodies of dead shellfish that she had collected from their last trip to the shoreline. Enoch hadn't even begun to disassemble them into parts which was what Siren normally spent her mornings helping him with. His tools were nowhere to be seen so Siren began to rifle through drawers to find them and lay them out neatly at the edge of the table. 

She could feel his watchful gaze as she moved around the room in silence. 

"What's so special about him anyway?" Enoch asked crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't you think it's a bit suspicious, he just shows up one day out of the blue and says he knows nothing about peculiarities but he does just happen to know the exact location of our loop entrance."

"Abe probably told him, Enoch."

"How do we know he isn't leading wights or Hollowgasts right to us." He blurted out and Siren's eyes hardened.

She had barely escaped with her life the day the Hollowgasts had entered her loop. She had been the only survivor, both her ymbryne and all the other children had been killed trying to escape to the safety of another loop. Since she had arrived at Miss Peregrine's loop Siren had been plagued with nightmares that the same thing might happen again. She was constantly paranoid that she had inadvertently led the wights to the new loop. What Enoch was suggesting worried her and she didn't even want to consider the true repercussions of what would happen if the wights returned.

"If Miss Peregrine trusts him then so do I." Siren retorted cleaning up the desk in front of her before storming out of the room to go and find one of the other girls. 

Claire was outside playing with her dolls on the grass and was happy enough to let Siren join her. The younger girl's presence helped calm Siren down as they watched Fiona tend to her garden. Fiona had gotten into a habit of growing flowers that she presented to Siren who would weave them into flower crowns that she handed out to the younger girls and occasionally boys, after all Hugh's bees were very fond of all of Fiona's creations.

She spent most of the day outside with Claire until they trooped inside for lunch. Enoch stood nearby to her as they took their seats and even leaned over to brush a stray flower from her hair when she sat down.

Her face flushed at the unexpected contact but she didn't push him away, instead Siren let him cut her some of the meat from the centre of the table and pile food on to her plate in lieu of an apology.

When Jake walked in the door and Enoch's scowled worsened she caressed the back of his hand mindlessly in an effort to distract him.