For motivation reasons I want to post the first POV section of my currently unnamed FFXV ‘catatonic siren au’. Basic information is that sirens don’t cope well (understatement) when seperated from their pods.
He is hungry and alone.
Noctis feels so cold. He wants his pod so badly. The loneliness aches deeper than his bones. It feels like something has chewed on his heart and left teeth behind. He can’t even smell his pod on himself anymore, their scent faded weeks ago.
Everything smells so strange and he smells terrible. He can’t smell his pod anymore and his naked scent hurts so much. It smells so wrong. Not even the scents of surface -city- distract from the stink of being alone; not even the way everything smells like prey and smoking fumes, like rot and stone and metal.
A blurry haze of flashing colours and loud stop-start noises passes the dark place -alley- where Noctis is hidden, out of sight of the prey and so many noises and colours that he wants to scream. He wants his pod, he wants them so badly. He doesn’t want to be alone but he doesn’t know where they are.
Noctis grips his wrist tighter, trying to pretend that his hand belongs to a podmate. His fingers twisting in the fabric of the warm coverings he took from a prey, he’s so hungry. He could barely swallow a few bites of his kill, and he doesn’t know how long ago that was. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, away from the blurs and noises.
Noctis whines softly, high in his throat, the ultrasonic pulse crashing into the chaosnoisesomanyprey around him. It doesn’t reach far, not like in the water, not like in the water where his pod would have been able to find him easily.