the siren † john seed

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Dylan and Liquorice were sat in her little blue car, them driving to a service because Dylan was pretty interested in going to one.

"Dylan I never asked, but are you religious?"

Liquorice had a headscarf wrapped around her head and heart-shaped sunglasses to cover her light brown eyes.

Liquorice had assumed he was up until he started talking about his doubts, heaven being one.

"Not really. I honestly am very lost with stuff like that." Dylan replies almost shamefully. He only knows what he overheard his mother saying, which was mostly about mother Mary.

Probably because her name happens to be Mary.

Dylan was only going to this service because his Lana seemed to glow when she talked about this.

Liquorice understood him honestly. She understands what it is being lost in this world, she understands being confused to the point it's familiar.

She nods and continues to focus her attention on the road.

Liquorice hummed quietly to what was on the radio, a gospel song of some sort.

Dylan just leaned back in his seat, bored already.

Dylan had only started talking about his experiences with working on a farm when they see the beautiful church from a small distance.

Liquorice honestly wondered why she had sticked around with Dylan Browne, after all she made her very uncomfortable with all the times he'd hit on her. She was confused on why he had brought him to a church with her also.

Liquorice parked her car, and they headed inside the glowing church.

She was just amazed by the beauty of it like she had been the first time she spotted it.

As for Dylan, he found himself liking 'Lana' as he stared at her backside, which was perfectly shaped with the dress she wore today.

Along from her backside, her long flowing hair seemed to pull him in with the scent it always had on it. It smelled of very expensive french perfume.

As they walked through the doors, the crowd barely moved to look at them, probably as they were on time.

Liquorice instructed Dylan to sit in a more middled row.

God, Liquorice loved this place. It smelled of flowers and candle wax, a surprisingly good combination.

As they sat down, the same man that she was charmed by made his way to them.

This time she knew his name.

"Hello John." She says, turning to look at the tall man.

He rose an eyebrow. He liked hearing the way his name slipped off of her tongue, it was a melody that seemed to hypnotize him.

"Hello, you." He replies, a bit stunned. He had all his attention focused on the woman, disregarding the hard stare the person sitting beside her was sending his way.

The man sitting opposite side of Liquorice looked furious, but John already could tell that the beautiful woman was wrapped around his own finger.

The woman smiled, naive to the cold stare Dylan was giving John.

"It's Liquorice, uh, by the way." She says, suddenly feeling shy as he continued to study her face closely.

She looks down to the ground, her cheeks heating up.

"Unique name for a unique girl." He flashes her a white smile.

Liquorice giggles.

They talk for a while more until suddenly The Father started talking. They quickly shut up and looked towards him.

Liquorice looked to Dylan, who was wide-eyed and staring at this intriguing character.

"He's very pretty." Whispered Liquorice, who was in a sappy mood. She honestly started to notice every little beautiful detail on Father.

She then noticed the scar on his lower stomach disappearing into his jeans.

"I know him, Lana, he's very dangerous." Dylan whispers. As if on cue, the man in front looks at Dylan with the most bone-chilling look in his eyes.

Liquorice didn't hear this warning, as she was looking at John's side profile, his eyes bluer than the sky around the moon.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." He joked, feeling her gaze on his face.

"I'm sorry you have something on your face." Liquorice lies, pointing to her own cheek as he looked at her.

"Lying is very rude." Replies he, watching as her cheeks turned a romantic shade of red.

She smiled at him, the red still painted on her pale complexion. "Talking during a service is very rude."

He now had a smirk on. If she wanted to play that way, he would play also. "I think you are being a bit of a hypocrite."

"Honestly you're so full of it, Seed." She says, adding a light laugh.

"I can show you what full feels like—"

Dylan finally snaps. He couldn't stand the way the man talked to her. She deserved better. He leaves, angry.

Liquorice stared at the door once he walks out, shocked.