[the fae's voice is a whisper in his ear, playful, seductive, but always with that little bit of darkness just under the surface, like hunter might open his eyes and find sungki holding something's severed head with a smile on his lips.
always a possibility.]
Hunter...
Hey! Over here!
Psst! This way.
Huuuunterrrr.
[it keeps calling out to him, sometimes sounding far away but other times sounding like he's just around the corner. it leads him out of the house and into the woods proper, deeper and deeper until it stops at the edge of a pond.
no, the pond. the one that daeshim regularly warns them about. it's a mer pond, lesser fae with the appetites of piranha. but the ruinwood has its share of ponds and lakes, fed by small rivers and streams. there are plenty of places to sunbathe or swim - fish too, as long as you catch and release.
the charred remains of the mer await hunter when he arrives, scattered at the edges of the lake that they'd tried to crawl out of - out of their element. the water that they can't possibly live outside of, but in the moment they were too desperate to think about that.
the air smells a lot like burnt catfish.
and at the center of the pond, a unicorn floatie, bright and colorful and at odds with the carnage. and sungki is on that floatie. not just his voice, but his entire body. his softer curves are scantily clad in something sheer and short, black. his arms and shoulders are bare, along with a few inches of his thighs that the stockings don't cover, though they look more like tentacles crawling along his legs.
he smiles at him, one foot lazily kicking in the water.]
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[the fae's voice is a whisper in his ear, playful, seductive, but always with that little bit of darkness just under the surface, like hunter might open his eyes and find sungki holding something's severed head with a smile on his lips.
always a possibility.]
Hunter...
Hey! Over here!
Psst! This way.
Huuuunterrrr.
[it keeps calling out to him, sometimes sounding far away but other times sounding like he's just around the corner. it leads him out of the house and into the woods proper, deeper and deeper until it stops at the edge of a pond.
no, the pond. the one that daeshim regularly warns them about. it's a mer pond, lesser fae with the appetites of piranha. but the ruinwood has its share of ponds and lakes, fed by small rivers and streams. there are plenty of places to sunbathe or swim - fish too, as long as you catch and release.
the charred remains of the mer await hunter when he arrives, scattered at the edges of the lake that they'd tried to crawl out of - out of their element. the water that they can't possibly live outside of, but in the moment they were too desperate to think about that.
the air smells a lot like burnt catfish.
and at the center of the pond, a unicorn floatie, bright and colorful and at odds with the carnage. and sungki is on that floatie. not just his voice, but his entire body. his softer curves are scantily clad in something sheer and short, black. his arms and shoulders are bare, along with a few inches of his thighs that the stockings don't cover, though they look more like tentacles crawling along his legs.
he smiles at him, one foot lazily kicking in the water.]
Come in. It's still warm.