Gemini/Leo. Merfolk AU.
Word count: 1030.
A/N: I love the flow of this one. It seems verbose and pompous, but that’s exactly how I imagine Gemini’s trail of thoughts sounds. Same AU as the Capricorn/Leo one? Your choice.
“Settle down, won’t you,” scolded Gemini, tapping his pen on the tank, and the siren lunged toward his fingers with a vicious bite from the other side of the glass. Upon seeing that it did not successfully chomp off its captor’s hand, the monster swam up to the water surface and expressed his fury with another deafening screech. Chuckling in amusement, Gemini continued to write down his observations.
It was a funny story, how he came to meet this creature. Gemini was not a marine biologist, not a scientist even, but a professor of politics in the city. He was on a summer trip to the area, expecting sunshine and fresh air, when he had the idea of rowing to the rumored cursed island alone for an adventure. Halfway through the ominous water, he saw the siren’s silhouette circling his boat, and soon enough there was singing; however, it seemed that the creature had no idea how terrible of a job it was doing, for its voice was loud and scratchy like a schoolboy going through puberty. At first he was going to ignore the siren and its pathetic attempt to lure him into his death, still it kept approaching his boat, oblivious to the fact that Gemini was not at all mesmerized. It took him quite a struggle to bring the creature back to shore – like a schoolboy, it was strong and obstinate, and it was truly a miracle how he could sneak the siren into his rented room on the second floor without his landlord noticing. But he went and did both, quite successfully even, and now he got an angry siren in his room.
At first Gemini was not sure what to do with the creature. He did not have the need to study it, and his catching it was but a whim. But after a day of holding it in the bathtub, Gemini quickly grew fond of it. The siren was stubbornly trying to appear dangerous (and in truth, with its claws and pointy teeth it had its reason to believe so), hissing whenever Gemini came near and splashing water all over, although the lack of sea water and the confined space of the tiny tub were visibly draining it out. Luckily the professor managed to find a larger glass tank, and by the end of the third day his little monster was swimming around and sneering at him again.
Five days had passed since the siren’s unfortunate encounter with Gemini, and the professor was genuinely impressed how no one had yet to knock on his door and ask about the constant piercing sound coming out of his room. Within the first 24 hours after regaining its strength, the siren had made no less than 3 attempts to escape, from pushing the tank toward the window to attacking Gemini when he was filling up the sea water for it. After that it seemed to realize that there was truly no way out without the professor’s help, so the following nights it started to howl the off-tune melodies in hope that he would be hypnotized and help it get back to the ocean; its effort only soured Gemini’s mood for he was unable to sleep with that horrific sound that resembled a bitch in heat. In the morning the monster dipped around and observed Gemini’s every movement, waiting for when a limb of his was close enough to be bitten off.
The siren suddenly let out a distressing sound, and Gemini decided that it was time to stop the paperwork to have some fun with his monster. Putting down his pen and papers the professor went to grab the pork leg he had just bought at the early market. The siren’s attention immediately shifted to the smell of pig’s blood, hazel pupils stretched wide as its gaze trailed after the raw meat, making its face even more boyish than usual. Swimming down to the tank corner where Gemini was sitting, the siren pressed its nonexistent nose flat on the glass, the gills on its neck opening and closing more slowly as if it was taking in the tangy odor in deep breaths, and its claws seemed to be protruding from its fingertips.
With a raise of his eyebrow, Gemini picked up his pen and wrote down what he saw. Interesting.
Seeing that its captor’s focus was not on it anymore, the siren let out a demanding hiss.
“You’re more of a cat than a siren, you know?” Gemini burst into laughter, his gaze back on the tank, and slowly the professor started to wave the pig’s leg from side to side in front of the creature’s face. As if hypnotized, the siren’s body swayed to the movements, its gaze locked on the bloody meat.
The professor stopped his motion, and the siren followed suit. Its eyes were perfectly fixed on its meal, so intently that did not even react when Gemini put his other palm on the tank surface to stroke its youthful cheek.
The creature was majestic – full, slightly opened lips and marble-like eyes that could match any celestial being. Even with the nonhuman features it was strangely captivating, like a painting from beyond the mundane world, turning heads with its every curve and edge. It was hard to believe that behind the unadulterated naivete in its countenance was the swift strike of death lying in wait.
With a sigh, the professor threw the pig’s leg into the tank. It was beautiful, indeed, but it was not his. Soon he would have to leave it for the human schoolboys and their battle roars in their fistfights and their makeshift duels. Soon he would have to leave his monster for the deep blue sea where it belonged, for the hunting trips that were in its blood, and for the poor souls that would have crossed it someday. Soon his memories of the siren would quickly fade into a blurry mixture of hazel eyes, soft mouth, and stubborn cries that echo through the darkest nights.
The pork disappeared like it was never there, and the siren whipped his glance back to Gemini. From its throat, a low wary growl escaped.