[closed/complete] Characters: Pan [satyrist] & Syrinx [syrinx] Also, surprise!Tezcat. Date/Time: Saturday/Sunday. Location: An alley in Babylon Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Creepyness, Pan being possessive. Summary: Pan has a plan, his brother approves and pocket nymph is very easy to transport. ;-;
Syrinx had made friends, it wasn't usual that she made friends but Pan and his brother Tezcatlipoca - they were from Iriy, and they were quite nice. At least, she thought so, the first time she'd seen them entering the local where she was on stage. There was a weird feeling in her chest, it wasn't the same fluttery happiness Osiris brought her; there was something else, something soothing and fitting. After that night she was certain that whatever those strangers had, they made her voice better.
This was pure speculation, but it really felt like so, she loved the feeling- like if Pan's presence in the room made breathing easier. Syrinx liked sitting with him, but unlike with Osiris she wanted to talk. She wanted to hum and got overly excited when he told him of his own musical achievements. It was enticing to her like few things were. There were plans in her mind, to sing with him - perform his music alongside.
Of course, everything came with a prize. And in this case it came in the shape of Pan's very charming, very dangerous brother Tezcatlipoca. He eyed the nymph as if she were something to eat (and let's be honest, he probably was thinking of her heart, how warm, how tender, how it would melt in his mouth- was it that soft?) Pan's liking to her was meaningless to him, if he decided to consume her? He would.
Pan was the sort of person who could be perfectly charming when he needed to be. But unlike his dear brother, he wasn't thinking of dining on her heart, instead focusing on the silken look of her hair, the curve of her lips, the doe-like quality of her eyes. Syrinx was a beautiful girl, there was no mistaking that. She was someone to be possessed, to be kept under lock and key so the rest of the world couldn't have her.
And so he'd told Tez precisely this, tugging his brother aside one evening and whispering his plans into the other boy's ear.
He'd lured her away from the stage not too long ago, beckoned her toward him with a crook of his finger and a smile. The alleyway was where he'd lead her, its walls poorly lit in the night. So rarely did he ever have such luck with another person, and he wasn't about to let this little bird out of his sight just yet.
Tezcatlipoca had been amused by Pan's desire to possess this frail thing, he would go along with it, if only because he liked trouble and because one day, one day he might be able to enjoy her flesh. In an entirely different way that Pan wanted to. Sometimes, he found his brothers lacking, they should have more desires, more ambitions. Then again this suited him just fine too. He could lead and not have to follow.
Pan's assessment of Syrinx wasn't wrong, she was frail and delicate, not easily faded but easy to break with the right push. It didn't take more than a smile to lure her away, she skipped after Pan- light on her feet. The darkness didn't bother her because in her eyes Pan was all she saw, the sway he had over her (and that she didn't see because Syrinx was not mistrusting by nature, in Zurvan she'd been well loved by family, by Osiris).
A few steps away she came to a stop and smiled at him. "Pan?"
"Syrinx," he returned easily, his accent thick and his tone warm-- dangerously inviting. With a smile, Pan approached the little bird, reaching out a hand to her. Not quite like someone reaching for a wild animal, but moreso like a friend reaching out to another. In most cases, it was simpler just to go for the gold, but Syrinx, she was different somehow. Special. His smile widened.
"Are you good at secrets, Syrinx?"
Syrinx's eyes became a little wider, clearly touched that he would bring up secrets; she nodded eagerly, happy to please her new-found friend. Her fingers twined with his without a second though, it was so easy to trust. This little bird had no issue coming and staying right where she was while Pan held her in his hands.
"I promise to take secrets to my grave." It wasn't hard for her, she thought of Osiris and how he was a secret in itself.
The moment her fingers touched his, the deal was done. Something dangerous flashed in Pan's eyes, but in the near dark, all they could really see was the outline of each other. His empty hand drifted up to play with that lovely hair, something he'd been meaning to do for a while.
"Then here's a secret for you to keep." His voice was a murmur. "You know my brother and I, we really do like Babylon. In a lot of ways, it's better than Niflheim. There's just something about Babylon." Impish fingers curled around a lock of her hair. "And the women are especially beautiful."
Slowly but surely, Pan allowed his ability to creep up on her like an unsuspecting stranger. In seconds, she would feel that discomfort. A gnawing in her peripheral vision, a deep-sated chill in her bones. In minutes, it would give way to fear-- and the urge to run, but he wouldn't be letting her do that.
There was a pause where Syrinx just tilted her head a little, unsure of the gesture, it didn't seem harmful to play with her hair, so she simply allowed it. Just keep very still, very, very still. However, for all her like of Pan, Syrinx feared Tezcatlipoca - perhaps it was like the cat watching the canary (and in this metaphor he was a large and dangerous cat). Yet she trusted Pan, and if Pan said he was okay, then everything was okay.
His fingers curled on a lock of hair, and then the tension crept along her spine. Goosebumps crawled along her arms, fear coiling around her like a snake. The urge to run came pretty quick, and she flinched trying to pull back from his touch of her hair. No, no, no.
"I want to go now." Her voice raw and broken, fear like vice tightening slowly but surely.
Suddenly, his hand was on the back of her neck, holding her in place. Though she was a flighty creature, one who could sneak away if she pleased, Pan was far from a pushover physically -- against this little thing, in any case. His grip was strong, but not painful. Just enough to let her know she wasn't going anywhere.
"I don't think that's going to happen. What did you say about taking secrets to the grave?" He kept a rough grip on her other hand as he leaned in closer. "You can keep one for me, can't you, Syrinx?"
Down from the street Tez's frame appeared, he didn't move or interfere with his brother's bird, just watched and made sure no one else would even think of interrupting. Unless they wanted to die very painfully by the blade he held loosely in one hand. If Syrinx had managed to run, he would've cut her wings without second thought. Good thing Pan had her.
Syrinx was terrified, blind panic - eyes wide, pale as glass trying to inch away but held firmly in place. The back of her neck was delicate enough to just hold her there. Her whimper was the only reply Pan received. It wasn't much of a choice was it?
Closer, too close, she needed to get away but the fear had her still.
It took two steps to bring him closer to her, close enough to rest his lips against the crown of her head. Her entire disposition had changed -- he was sure that if he pressed a hand to her pulse, it would be beating faster than what was considered normal or healthy. She was his to command, his to mold into his hands.
"Good girl," he whispered, the exhilaration flowing with every beat of his own heart.
This one wouldn't run from him. He wouldn't allow it.