lose my breath early march cw: magical compulsion, potential attempted drownings, mutilation, cannibalism
[Maybe you're enjoying a walk by the lake, or maybe you've discovered the indoor pool in the west wing, its doors opening onto the grounds. Whichever body of water you happen to be near, a loud splash signals that it is occupied. The flash of a brilliant pinkish-red tail might initially confuse you into thinking it's just a really big fish. (who would keep a fish in their pool? rich people, man.)
At the edge of the lake or the pool, pale hands suddenly shoot out of the water and grip the ground, long and elegant aside from the uneven webbing between the fingers. As you watch, the rest of the creature emerges, pulling itself up until only the lower half of its tail remains submerged.
Copper curls plastered to his head, skin luminous, Iggy smiles sweetly. His eyes are pale gold and unblinking.]
Don't be frightened.
[His voice is low and melodic, edged with a sultry good humour. It is also deeply compelling - the magic of the monster is that it enchants people to come closer. Great willpower is required to break the spell.]
You're so lovely. Step over here? I want to see your eyes.
[Probably a bad idea. But he is awfully pretty...]
the remix
[Time to wake up, sleepyhead!
...and to find a tall, gangling ginger cradling you like a teddy bear. Or maybe crashed out on your floor, where you might discover this fact by stepping on him. Regardless of where he's sleeping, it's apparent that he just wandered in at some ungodly hour and passed out.
Poking him gently accomplishes nothing. You'll have to be a little more insistent.]
hung up
[You'd think after spending the early part of the month as a mertwink Iggy would be sick of water, but you'd be wrong. He's back in the lake, fully human this time, looking considerably better than he has in months. The moonlight and gentle trickle of water from palm to skin calms his nerves.
He wades closer, smiling warmly.]
You want me to get your back? That's not a come-on.
[Another smile, this one more impish as he adds, for the fellas,]
Unless you want it to be.
[He can also be spotted later fishing a wreath out of the lake. He turns it over in his hands, frowning lightly, before looking up. It was yours, naturally, and Iggy stares as if he's just been granted a glimpse of heaven.]
I. Wow.
[He takes an uncertain step, big brown eyes wide. He looks a bit like a baby deer with no survival instincts.]
You're the one, aren't you? The person I've been missing all this time.
wildcard!
[whatever you're into, hit me up! will match format.]
Ignatius "Iggy" Melville | OC | current character
early march
cw: magical compulsion, potential attempted drownings, mutilation, cannibalism
[Maybe you're enjoying a walk by the lake, or maybe you've discovered the indoor pool in the west wing, its doors opening onto the grounds. Whichever body of water you happen to be near, a loud splash signals that it is occupied. The flash of a brilliant pinkish-red tail might initially confuse you into thinking it's just a really big fish. (who would keep a fish in their pool? rich people, man.)
At the edge of the lake or the pool, pale hands suddenly shoot out of the water and grip the ground, long and elegant aside from the uneven webbing between the fingers. As you watch, the rest of the creature emerges, pulling itself up until only the lower half of its tail remains submerged.
Copper curls plastered to his head, skin luminous, Iggy smiles sweetly. His eyes are pale gold and unblinking.]
Don't be frightened.
[His voice is low and melodic, edged with a sultry good humour. It is also deeply compelling - the magic of the monster is that it enchants people to come closer. Great willpower is required to break the spell.]
You're so lovely. Step over here? I want to see your eyes.
[Probably a bad idea. But he is awfully pretty...]
[Time to wake up, sleepyhead!
...and to find a tall, gangling ginger cradling you like a teddy bear. Or maybe crashed out on your floor, where you might discover this fact by stepping on him. Regardless of where he's sleeping, it's apparent that he just wandered in at some ungodly hour and passed out.
Poking him gently accomplishes nothing. You'll have to be a little more insistent.]
[You'd think after spending the early part of the month as a mertwink Iggy would be sick of water, but you'd be wrong. He's back in the lake, fully human this time, looking considerably better than he has in months. The moonlight and gentle trickle of water from palm to skin calms his nerves.
He wades closer, smiling warmly.]
You want me to get your back? That's not a come-on.
[Another smile, this one more impish as he adds, for the fellas,]
Unless you want it to be.
[He can also be spotted later fishing a wreath out of the lake. He turns it over in his hands, frowning lightly, before looking up. It was yours, naturally, and Iggy stares as if he's just been granted a glimpse of heaven.]
I. Wow.
[He takes an uncertain step, big brown eyes wide. He looks a bit like a baby deer with no survival instincts.]
You're the one, aren't you? The person I've been missing all this time.
[whatever you're into, hit me up!
will match format.]