Les watches as April pushes herself into the water, the muscles in her tail working to propel her forward untill she splashes gracefully back into the sea. He takes her position on the rock, now that it's vacated, and looks down over her as she floats nearby, black tail swishing back and forth. He is waiting for her to take off, to show him her powers, but she doesn't. Instead, when she asks him if he's not scared, he tilts his head at her, confused for a moment. Until he realizes what she means.
Her siren form.
The sharp teeth and eyes and claws. It's not exactly the stuff of dreams, but Les doesn't scare easily and he's too adventureous to turn away. Alfie and Riley could tell her, Les is the dumb one to walk towards the monster in the middle of a hydra attack. If April wants him to be afraid, to be scared, she would ask him why he's always thinking about her, what he wants from her. Why he thinks of calling her more often than not. April scares him, just not the way she thinks.
But that isn't what she asks him, and he isn't about to broach the topic himself. He shrugs at her, giving a smile. "What you mean the teeth? Unless you're about to bite me, I'm pretty impressed. But you know, I could possibly be talked into the biting," he teases.
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Les watches as April pushes herself into the water, the muscles in her tail working to propel her forward untill she splashes gracefully back into the sea. He takes her position on the rock, now that it's vacated, and looks down over her as she floats nearby, black tail swishing back and forth. He is waiting for her to take off, to show him her powers, but she doesn't. Instead, when she asks him if he's not scared, he tilts his head at her, confused for a moment. Until he realizes what she means.
Her siren form.
The sharp teeth and eyes and claws. It's not exactly the stuff of dreams, but Les doesn't scare easily and he's too adventureous to turn away. Alfie and Riley could tell her, Les is the dumb one to walk towards the monster in the middle of a hydra attack. If April wants him to be afraid, to be scared, she would ask him why he's always thinking about her, what he wants from her. Why he thinks of calling her more often than not. April scares him, just not the way she thinks.
But that isn't what she asks him, and he isn't about to broach the topic himself. He shrugs at her, giving a smile. "What you mean the teeth? Unless you're about to bite me, I'm pretty impressed. But you know, I could possibly be talked into the biting," he teases.