nahyuck; short stories

malign; I

Malign;

evil in nature or effect.

dark siren! lee donghyuck,

ares! na jaemin.

fairytale au.

I

The Caribbean seems tranquil and serene, a lot of astonishing aquatic creatures swimming in it and it happens to be seen from above as the water was clear as crystal. The god waits quietly, trying his best to act as a mature, adult god as he is, that's always has every control in their own reactions and behaviors. His wings flapping excitedly, as he saw the blue water starts to change its color to a darker one, making all of the living inside it unseen. A small yet intimidating whirlpool slowly forming on the same Caribbean, and the god watches the scene unfold intensely.

A divine male siren hops out from the whirlpool as if it is not a big deal, letting some of the water splashing around him. The spinning of the water stops at one point, changing back into the serene, calm sea. The siren hops out of the water again, making sure to let his enormous scaly tail wriggle around to remove some of wild plants that's stuck at the end of it off from his beautiful body. He dives in the sea, swimming around for several small rounds, before letting out half of his body on the surface of the Caribbean.

He wipes off his face carefully, so that the scattering sharp black scales on his knuckles do not hurt any part of his face. His long—long enough for him to make a man bun indigo hair falls flat on his head, making it looks funny and ungodly. So he quickly ruffles his hair, spitting out some spells that produce some bright light on his head and succeeding in making his hair flowy and pretty again. He sighs in relief, shaking his head playfully to remove any tiny sands that stick on his bare shoulder.

Spotting a large rock for him to rest, he moves his appealing and voluptuous tail and makes his way there. The shiny indigo scales all over his tail reflecting the sunlight that has been kissing his body, making it more captivating and glamorous. He hops on the rock, leaning his tattooed back on the rough texture. Half of his tail rests on the rock, while his fins swaying from side to side in the water. He hums slowly, warming up his voice before singing and echoing the entire sea with his own voice.

The god sees everything. Each and every details. He has always been the one that has his head high up in the air, and always trying to at least catching up with the things happening around him. But whenever it comes to the siren, to the certain male siren, he never misses one thing. He has been waiting for weeks to finally see the beautiful siren again, waiting patiently at the same spot he first saw him.

His beautiful blond locks with some golden curls in them glows and turns to red, as he feels his serotonin boosts and exciting all of his system. The bony and uncanny red tremendous wings flap multiple of times behind him, proofing how elated he is when he gets the chance to witness such beauty again. He stands, letting his wings flapping firmly causing some of the clouds to split up and moves all around him like some light feathers of a pillow.

Got to make a move before it's too late. He thinks.

The god smiles all teeth, flying high up in the sky before diving in the sea of clouds and makes his way to the siren. His eyes zoom-into the siren, catching every fascinating scales all over his body, his sharp cheekbones, which also have tiny indigo scales scattering on it like freckles, his long and gorgeous hair, that's been moving around following the wind, his whole angelic tanned face and not to mention all of the neon violet lines and patterns on his back and his half of his arms. Gulping down, the god fastened his pace and stops right in front of the siren.