sirenspull | ♫ Tenth Song ♫ [Video]

_{[When the feed kicks on, those watching will be greeted with the beautiful sight of the sunrise at the seaside, the sun making the water sparkle and glitter on the horizon. There are the light sounds of seagulls in the background before a hand makes to grab the NV and move it to a different rock. This time when the hand pulls back Syrena is in full view, sitting upright on a rock, the end of her golden, scaly tail shining in the rising sunlight. She's just as topless as ever, but her long, dark hair seems to be pulled over her chest, hiding anything unsightly in plain view. She seems somewhat forlorn as she sits, long fingers twisting in her hair.]}

In this sea, I am alone. It is a quiet thing, to be alone. It is even a boring thing at certain times. But mostly, it is quiet, at least when one forgets the sounds of boats and metal ships.

I have been here for many moons now, trapped in this suffocating sea. I never thought how much I would crave the songs of my sisters or the company of another of my own kind. There is a gentle porpoise who visits me often, but it is not the same. They cannot sing and one can only listen to their own voice in isolation for so long.

_{[She stops toying with her hair then, setting her hands down on either side of the rock. She would never admit it using the word lonely, but she is. Terribly so, in her own little way.]}

I want music. The piano - I heard it twice. A boy played it for me and so did Elliot. I have not heard such music since but it was beautiful. Elliot no longer visits for he left long ago. Others who used to visit me have stopped as well. Either they have died or disappeared - I do not know.

Things are quiet once more. There are no more hotdogs or Twinkies or pies. Pickles will not answer. I wanted him to send me more Dethklok songs. Even he too, is silent. Has he left as well? Or perhaps he has had too much drink and cannot get up, just like Jack Sparrow said about drink and men. The pirate has left too, I believe, for he has not bothered me in quite some time about ships. If he is gone, I will think little of it.

_{[There's a little sigh.]}

All I want is a song. A note. A melody. Something to fill the quiet. At least with music, one cannot be alone - even if they are the only one of their kind.

A request then: Will someone sing for me? Will someone play a song?

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I am at the docks.

[There's a delay before he arrives--he's setting something up on his own NV--but he does eventually, appearing out of nowhere on the docks and glancing around for the mermaid.]

_{[When Syrena spots Castiel she surfaces and swims toward the dock, head and shoulders bobbing above the water as she looks up at him.]}

Hello Castiel.

[He nods at her in greeting, and pulls out his NV.]

I transferred some music to my NV. I should be able to send it to yours so that you can play it at any time.

[He gets being lonely. It sucks.]

_{[She nods, understanding what he means. Pickles did the same thing for her - it's why she has Dethklok's music on her NV.]}

I would enjoy that, Castiel.

_{[Clearly the angel and mermaid should keep each other company :c]}

[He sets up the music--whatever he could find of Crowley's and whatever names he remembers from Dean's collection--transferring to her NV, then settles down somewhat awkwardly to sit on the dock to talk to her.]

You said that no one visits you any longer?

_{[When he sits on the edge of the dock, Syrena decides to swim closer, looking up at Castiel from her place in the water.]}

Yes, no one visits me any longer. Many of the people who would have left or are dead now.

And when you go on land, you cannot walk?

I cannot. I have never been taught how.

Your legs function, though? It's simply a matter of skill?

_{[She nods.]} Yes. My legs, when I have them, are fine. I simply do not know how to use them.

Would you like to learn, at some point?

[He remembers having to learn to use a human vessel, when he had his very first; even with the human memories of the vessel to help, and the natural reflexes and instincts, it hadn't been the easiest thing ever.]

_{[It takes her a moment to respond to that. Did she want to learn? It would be a good survival skill to have, considering all the times she'd unwillingly found herself stranded on land.]}

I would.

Then I will help you.

[Surely he can manage to teach her this. He's taught a lot more difficult things before.

And his NV lights up to let him know the transfer is done.]

You should have music, now.

_{[She takes a moment to stare at her own NV before looking back up at him.]}

You are kind. I am grateful for it.

[He's quiet a moment.]

I understand what it's like to be out of place and alone.

[Castiel likes humans, and get along with them--and various other species--but it's still lonely at times. There are other angels in the port, even his siblings, but there's an enormous distance between them personally and he often feels isolated, like she must.]

It is because of what you are, yes?

Yes. I like other types of beings, but I am still not one of them.

It is not the same.

Are you lonely, Castiel?

[He's again, quiet at the question, before he answers honestly.]

At times.

When you feel such feelings, you should visit me. I would not mind the company.

_{[For she was lonely too.]}

I should.

[And he thinks he probably will.]

You should. _{[She agrees, giving a small nod his way.]} I will always be found in the sea.

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