Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
As she lowered her hand and let the song come to a trailing, lingering end, she let her glamour fall into place. Few would recognize the Ancient without her characteristic horns or tail, her features softened to something girlish and naive, a glimpse of the gentle mermaid she might have been before - trapped in the body of a killer.
When her eyes turned to the man, they were a pure, crystal blue. He hadn't seen the way the red lighting gave them a purple hue, hinting at the allegiance within. No, he saw the beautifully untouched features of a young woman, enchanting in its innocence. Her smile only sealed the illusion, a ghost of brightness that allured like the deceptive shimmer of sunlight on the calm surface of an undercurrent. And when she spoke, there was music intwined with every syllable. "Who might you be?" The question of someone who'd been expecting a visitor but didn't know their name, an invitation to come closer.
When her eyes turned to the man, they were a pure, crystal blue. He hadn't seen the way the red lighting gave them a purple hue, hinting at the allegiance within. No, he saw the beautifully untouched features of a young woman, enchanting in its innocence. Her smile only sealed the illusion, a ghost of brightness that allured like the deceptive shimmer of sunlight on the calm surface of an undercurrent. And when she spoke, there was music intwined with every syllable. "Who might you be?" The question of someone who'd been expecting a visitor but didn't know their name, an invitation to come closer.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
