Date: 2023-01-15 03:53 am (UTC)
dragonofeternal: terezi below a tree with a dragon plush hanging from one of the branches (homestuck→ terezi tree)
"I want him," she says, her teeth like needles and her voice like longing. Urusla watches the Siren pick at her nails, eyes flitting about the room. "He's so handsome. So strong. So human. I want him."

"Is singing for him not enough?" Ursula knows that what the Siren wants, she takes, dashing ships to splinters and taking every last breath from men's throats. Her song is the sweetest dirge, and the men who follow it don't even realize they've become their own pallbearers.

"He fears the sea. He longs for me, but he still won't come! I want him, Sea Witch."

Selfish child. The Siren has lived a thousand years and she could live a thousand more, and still she would be a selfish little brat. Ursula leans forward, combing the Siren's pretty hair from her face with her gnarled old fingers.

"You give people what they want," the Siren whines. "Give him to me!"

Ursula makes a good show of thinking it over. "I could give you legs," she says, "and I'd even throw in proper lungs, too. You could go on land, where he is, and then-."

The Siren clapps, gnashing her teeth, "And then I would sing and make him mine!"

"Ah-ah-ah~ We haven't yet discussed the topic of payment."

"I have baubles-"

Ursula waves her off. "I don't want your baubles-"

"Whosits! Whatzats!"

"Keep your detritus." Ursula yawns, as though she were bored of their conversation.

"I could bring you a man too, a strong one from the land who would know nothing of the sea, and-"

"Enough!" Ursula booms. "I don't want some drowned man, I could wander three feet from here and find a dozen of them! What I want from you... is your voice."

The Siren startles. "My- my voice? But without that, how could I..."

Ursula turns away. "Then we're done here. I thought you always got what you wanted, but if you're really too weak to win him without your silly songs-"

"You can have it!" the Siren grabs frantically at her arm. "I want him! I want him! You can take my voice!"

Ursula sits back, smug, and begins to draw up their contract. What's one more dead boy if it means her seas will know peace?
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