Siren
Soft humming slowly progresses into a lilt. Pure tones filter through the air. The fierce breeze calms itself to hear the maiden's song.
It was not used to such release, such words - a language so familiar, and yet so foreign to its depths. It danced to the melody, drifting stray flower petals in its soft torrent - hoping to please the siren,
hoping to be caressed further by her song.
And so did he.
The man approached silently, urging the grass to stay quiet under his steps. It complied, to his relief, and allowed him to get closer to the beauty. He stood as still as a statue: watching the woman intently
as she swayed to the rhythm of her melody, eyes closed.
Distracted, he allowed himself to smile.
She finished and everything stood still. A few moments passed, she Stood, turned, then gasped. Her eyes widened in shock at who was before her.
"Kunzite?" she blushed. "I didn't realize you were here. May I help you with something?"
He gazed at her for a long while before responding - taking her all
in. The breeze favored them this day, it seemed, as it picked up once more to let her hair flow around her form in waves. He kneeled before her and took her hand. The woman's eyes widened at the gesture: she took a step back, her gown rustling as
she did so.
"I wasn't aware you could sing, Lady Venus."
"Oh," she hid her face behind her free hand. "I-I wasn't aware anyone
was here. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?"
"I try to sing where others can't hear me," in an uncharacteristic
bout of shyness, she lowered her head. "I...I don't think I'm very
good."
He squeezed her hand.
"Your singing is lovely, Lady Venus. I've never heard anything like it before."
She leveled her gaze with his. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she smiled.
"No one's ever told me that before, milord. Thank you."
"Would you sing something else?"
"I...really?"
He kissed the back of her hand that he was holding. Her blush deepened.
"Really. It's very calming. I find myself needing such calming
things every now and then."
Her eyes glistened brightly at the compliment. His heart skipped a
beat - he hid this well, by standing.
"Alright, I'll sing another. Let's see...ah! How about a lullaby
from my home? Venus has beautiful lullabies."
"Perfect."
She settled her skirts as she sat back down. She sang once
more, her company in rapt attention.
She sang late into the night, until both had to retire to their chambers.
That night, his sleep was haunted by lullabies.