littleredsiren | Down By The Docks [Eli, Jason, Kennedy]

She'd been worrying about this all week. It was one thing for her friends to say they wouldn't freak out at her siren-ness, and another thing completely for them to actually see it. She'd set up three different times for them to meet, figuring one-on-one would probably be a bit easier to handle.

Iris flitted around her kitchen all morning, putting together a picnic basket with different treats inside. It all quickly started to get out of hand and she was glad she'd set up a plan with Jason to provide meals for the other homeless people in town, because she had way too much for just four people right now.

A quick glance at the clock nearly sends her into another fit of panic. Throwing on a bathing suit under a cover up and grabbing her basket, she makes her way to the beach nearest the docks in a hurry.

No one's there when she gets there and she breathes a sigh of relief, setting down the basket and hauling off the cover up, heading into the surf to swim off her nerves until someone shows up.

iris. 25.

Iris was born into one of the oldest siren families in Greece and inherited her mother's powers. Due to an unfortunate car accident when she was only 6, she was shuttled off to family who didn't know about her heritage. Between their emotional abuse and the trauma of the accident, she repressed all memories of having powers. At 25, she finally broke away from them, moving to Siren Cove.

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"Girl, I've had visions worse than you," she waves dismissively. Kennedy watches Iris change with interest.

"I have to draw you. Like one of my French girls."

littleredsiren

Iris pulls a face. "I've seen that movie and I'm not getting naked, I hope you know that. You can draw me though, I guess..."

Kennedy laughs. "No worries, God. Saving the naked Iris for the hotties, okay."

Iris feels her face heat up, even through the scales. "Kennedy!" she giggles. "Do you really want to draw me though? And, um... Can I ask you a favour in return?"

"Of course I do! I've had visions of sirens before, but nothing beats drawing the real thing. I'd love to recreate your colours," she grins. "One favour, coming right up. What do you need?"

She ducks her head happily. "Lara says my colouring is really rare. She's only met two other sirens who were red like me."

"You trust me, right? Would you, um... Would you mind me practising my powers on you a little?"

"Yeah? Look at you, Miss Siren babe over here. Definitely going to take some perfect mixing of paints," she comments, looking closer at Iris' scales.

"Sure thing. Sounds like fun. What do I need to do?"

Iris holds her arm out. "You can look closer, if you want. They're smooth, when I'm not scared or anxious."

"Just give me your explicit consent to use my powers on you. You have to say it outloud so the charm on me knows, or else it doesn't let me do anything."

Kennedy reaches out and brushes a hand against her scales, making a squealing noise as she does so. "Oh my God they're so cool!"

She nods. "I give you explicit consent to woo me with your siren mojo."

Iris giggles, trying not to move even though the feeling of someone touching the scales is weird. "Probably pretty useful if someone tries to attack me too," she grins.

"Okay. You wanna do this now? Or do you want to... art me first? Or whatever you do."

"That'd probably look so badass." She pats Iris' arm softly. "Practice for you first, play for me later. Deal?"

"The claws and fangs aren't badass enough for yo?" she giggles, making herself comfortable. "All right. Here we go then."

Iris shuts her eyes and grasps for that persuasive magic again, letting it flow into her voice. "All right. Fetch me a rock from the edge of the water, please," she orders, her voice sounding similar to how it had with Jason.

"I'm hard to please," she teases.

Kennedy stares at Iris as her friend's voice changes, sounding oddly musically persuasive. She squints her eyes though. "What kind? Big, small? Rough, smooth? What are we doing with this rock, what's my motivation?"

Iris' brows scrunch into a frown. Jason hadn't been this difficult. Not even Michael, who'd had siren voices used on him a lot, had been. She steels herself and hardens her will, sending a bit more power into her voice.

"Just get me a rock. Any rock, Kennedy."

"Wow, fine, no need for the attitude." Kennedy gets up from the sand and makes her way closer to the water's edge, picking up a few rocks and returning to drop beside Iris. "I found a whole rock faaaamiillyyyyy," she coos.

She has to resist rolling her eyes. "That's... good enough," she sighs. "Next, give me a hug."

She figures that Kennedy would be compliant with a hug request, influenced or not, so this one might be a bit easier.

"Aw, need some Kennedy lovin', sweetie?" She grins and hugs Iris, smooching her cheek before her friend can smack her away.

She lets out a giggle, squirming away after the kiss. "You're the worst, I hope you know that. I ask for a hug, you kiss my cheek..."

"I hugged you too!" she grins. "I'm the best, there's no need to lie."

Iris sticks her tongue out at her friend, tweaking her nose. "I should tell you to dunk your head in the ocean to reduce the swelling," she taunts.

"Wow, that's just rude. Now I'm going to paint you with slightly auburn scales versus red."

"Would you really?" she asks, grinning. "Would you sacrifice your artistic vision like that?"

"Crap. You're right. My fans expect artistic integrity from me."

Iris sticks her tongue out at her friend, playfully. "Shiny red scales are the only possible option! Sorry!"

"You know, people think you're the nice one. You're actually the evil one."

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littleredsiren - Date: 2014-07-06 06:18 pm (UTC) - Expand