[ The siren's hold on Tartaglia is stronger than anticipated. She thought that nothing would hurt worse than watching her boyfriend passionately kiss another woman but oh boy, she's proven wrong. Yoimiya's eyes grow wide with shock as he suddenly grabs her wrists, even going as far as to pull one of his hydro blades on her. Being seen as disposable prey for Tartaglia to take care of hurts more than anything, her heart feeling like it's going to break.
However...
It's faint but she could sense that slight hesitation deep inside him. He's a Fatui Harbinger so if he really wanted to, he's capable of stabbing her in the neck to end her life right then and there. It's a relief to know that deep down, Tartaglia is doing his best to fight back against the siren's magic.
Yoimiya knows she has to move fast, her lungs crying out for air. Even though she's about ready to drown, she's determined to fight back. With little firepower she has left, she elbows him in the stomach to slip out of his grasp, knowing full well he's capable of taking a bit of pain. Now that she's pulled away from him, she firmly grips onto his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes. Bringing them together, she kisses him, the strong salty taste of the ocean prominent on his lips. It's gentle, unlike their usual heated lip locks, it's a kiss filled with all of her affection and love, wanting to send a message to her beloved that she trusts him until the end of time. That they'll get through this watery nightmare. ]
Do you really think your kiss is strong enough to break my spell? Pathetic! Kill her, Tartaglia. Get rid of this annoying brat once and for all.
[ There's not much time left. Yoimiya can tell that her lungs are desperate for oxygen, her body feeling weaker with each ticking second. Even under such dire circumstances, she has full faith in Tartaglia. She believes in his capabilities but most importantly, she believes that their love for one another will triumph over this evil water witch. A hand weakly comes up to cup his face, pleading into his eyes as she mouths these last few words to him:
Tartaglia, it's me.
I lov...
...
She never gets to finish that sentence, the last remaining oxygen in her system fizzling out. Her golden eyes which are normally so bright, so full of life fades away into nothingness as if a burning flame is extinguished. All she's able to see is pitch-black darkness. Any remaining energy is gone, her fingers slip away from his face as her body grows limp, sinking further down into the ocean's depths. ]
Hahahaha! What a pitiful way to go. [ the wicked siren's laugh resonates throughout the waters. ] Serves her right for ruining my beautiful back. That ugly little heathen deserves to be fish food. Let's go, Tartaglia. You'll be my most magnificent slave.
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However...
It's faint but she could sense that slight hesitation deep inside him. He's a Fatui Harbinger so if he really wanted to, he's capable of stabbing her in the neck to end her life right then and there. It's a relief to know that deep down, Tartaglia is doing his best to fight back against the siren's magic.
Yoimiya knows she has to move fast, her lungs crying out for air. Even though she's about ready to drown, she's determined to fight back. With little firepower she has left, she elbows him in the stomach to slip out of his grasp, knowing full well he's capable of taking a bit of pain. Now that she's pulled away from him, she firmly grips onto his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes. Bringing them together, she kisses him, the strong salty taste of the ocean prominent on his lips. It's gentle, unlike their usual heated lip locks, it's a kiss filled with all of her affection and love, wanting to send a message to her beloved that she trusts him until the end of time. That they'll get through this watery nightmare. ]
Do you really think your kiss is strong enough to break my spell? Pathetic! Kill her, Tartaglia. Get rid of this annoying brat once and for all.
[ There's not much time left. Yoimiya can tell that her lungs are desperate for oxygen, her body feeling weaker with each ticking second. Even under such dire circumstances, she has full faith in Tartaglia. She believes in his capabilities but most importantly, she believes that their love for one another will triumph over this evil water witch. A hand weakly comes up to cup his face, pleading into his eyes as she mouths these last few words to him:
Tartaglia, it's me.
I lov...
...
She never gets to finish that sentence, the last remaining oxygen in her system fizzling out. Her golden eyes which are normally so bright, so full of life fades away into nothingness as if a burning flame is extinguished. All she's able to see is pitch-black darkness. Any remaining energy is gone, her fingers slip away from his face as her body grows limp, sinking further down into the ocean's depths. ]
Hahahaha! What a pitiful way to go. [ the wicked siren's laugh resonates throughout the waters. ] Serves her right for ruining my beautiful back. That ugly little heathen deserves to be fish food. Let's go, Tartaglia. You'll be my most magnificent slave.