User blog:Redknight910/RWWYD Siren Shadeshadow

Prompt:  You are sitting, your back to the tree you and your best friend used to climb when you were kids, and attempting to write a note expressing your feelings for him. You can't just walk up to him and tell him, because, aside from being a shy girl, you are mute. You try to put your words onto the sheet of paper, but you can't seem to accurately capture what is in your mind every time he goes by. The fact that your hand is shaking doesn't really help either. Eventually, you, consumed by sadness and anger, crumple up the paper and throw it as far as you can into the woods. You sit there with your head in your hands, tears beginning to flow down your face.

"Hmm...would you like to tell him? Just open your mouth and reveal EVERYTHING trapped in your mind? A voice, to confess to him...I can give you that, if you wish." You look around, startled by the sudden noise in what was otherwise dead silence. You see a white blur out of the corner of your eye...and then she's right in front of you. A Lilim, absolutely beautiful, with a figure that is imposibly perfect. She holds something out to you. A crumpled piece of paper, your handwriting clearly visible. "Miss...I can tell that you love him. This work you poured your soul into showed me that much. I can give you the words that will make him yours. Do you accept this gift?"



I look at the paper, trying to work through the offer. A voice. A real, true voice that didn't have to be interpreted, that I could use to tell him, to tell everyone, what I really thought. No more needing to keep a pencil and notepad on me. No more having to be defended because I was too slow to make my own defence. But...

But would he feel the same? Could he love me, even with a voice, as anything but a friend? Could he love me as... as whatever I would become?

If I did this, there'd be no going back, no becoming this me again. What if he didn't like the change? What if he thought I was going to hurt him? I look back up to the lilim, only to find her gone. I drop my head again, and spot something strange on the note. In a different handwriting to mine, written at the bottom of the page is a question.

Do you want him to know what is in your heart? With tears in my eyes I write on the page, one word that seals my fate from this day on. One word that means I'll forever be different to who I was. One word. Yes.

The moment I finish writing it I feel something hit me. Looking up I see a black ball, dripping on me. My body begins to shiver, and before I can do anything I feel something happening to my arms. I watch in terror as my hands shrink, my arms growing longer. I feel a sensation like pins and needles as hairs start sprouting all over my arms. The longer they grow the more they fan out, until my arms are covered in a rainbow of feathers.

My legs also change, thinning as my toes and heel grow longer. soon they begin to harden, and grow scales over them. I feel one, final change, in my throat. Something twitching, growing and tightening. With a shuddering breath I groan, and my eyes widen. I start making sounds, a hum, a chirp, a squeal! I look up to see nothing in the tree. I try to whisper a thank you, but only make a hushed sigh.

"My magic's aren't perfect, I'm afraid dear." I turn to see the lilim, sitting upon the source of my transformation, a sombre look on her face. "I gave you a voice, but you'll need to learn words on your own." She gives me a soft smile and vanishes. That's when I hear footsteps, footsteps and a voice.

"Lina? Lina, you up here?" I turn to see him come over the hill. He looks straight at the tree, and me, and his eyes go wide. "Wh-who are..." he stops halfway through the question, looking at my face with an intensity that makes me blush, "n-no way... Lina?" I smile nervously at him, making a soft sound. He takes a step back.

"Y-you, you just... talked?" I nod, looking around and reaching for the paper, before realising my hands are gone. I... I can't write. I can't write anymore, but I don't know how to make words. How... how can I communicate? At this realisation I fall to my knees, tears springing into my eyes. I begin to bawl at the thought of having no way of communicating. Then I feel arms wrap around me, pulling me into an embrace that I know well.

"Don't cry. You should be happy, you can talk now, right? You don't need to write anymore, so it's fine, isn't it?" I look at him, trying to make the words come out, but it's just a groan and a whimper. I have a voice, but no words, and now I can't even write them! I see something spark in his eyes, and he pulls me in tighter.

"You... you can't, can you? You can't talk." Now I feel something against my neck, and I can feel him sobbing. "Lina. You can't talk, but you have a voice. And you can't write. Lina, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you. To stop this from happening." I smile into his shoulder, wrapping my own arms around him and cooing. I make sounds I think are soothing, and soon he stops crying. I keep making noises, and as I do they start to take on a rhythm. I keep doing it and before I know it I'm humming something that sounds like a lullaby.

He pulls away from me, looking me in the eyes, and he smiles.

"You... you can sing. Even without words you can sing." I think about what the lilim was saying. Open my mouth and reveal everything in my mind. I close my eyes and think for a few moments, then start humming out what sounds right. Something that conveys how I feel about him, everything he's ever done for me, everything I've ever thought about him. I put everything I can into my voice and hope the message comes through. When I open my eyes, I'm startled to see him practically sitting on top of me. As we make eye contact he throws himself at me, his arms wrapping around me and his lips pressing into mine.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Before either of us know what is happening we're half naked, I'm pressed against the tree with something hard pushing into me. I wince as I feel something tear inside me, but within moments the pain is gone, replaced by the most enjoyable sensation I've ever felt. I moan and hum and scream my pleasure as our fleeting first time comes to a close, and we rest against the tree, wrapped in each others arms. I feel his lips on my forehead, kissing me gently.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm sorry Lina. I don't know what came over me. The way you were singing just... just made me want to take you. It was like... like you took everything I'd ever thought about you and put it into sound. It was beautiful." I make a happy chirp and nuzzle into his shoulder. If just having a voice is enough to do all this, then who needs words?