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The melody was haunting, voice soft and so soothing it felt as though it shook him to his core. He couldn't decipher the words, sung in a language that seemed unearthly, so wondrous, but he couldn't concentrate on the meaning of it, anyway. A bare back faced him, the field of the skin a rich brown, the line of his spine delicate and elegant. His hair seemed soft, dark as the midnight sky and by the looks of it, a bit glossy, maybe wet.
It was intriguing in a strange way, pulling him in; it was as if everything else around him became void, and they were tied together, connected by a thin string that guided him forward still. There was underlying worry, a speck of fear in the concoction of emotions that claimed him, but not quite enough to dull the attraction to mystery. The singing never ceased, a steady flow so delicate, so beautiful. The river seemed restless, the water gushing rapidly and at some point, the scratching, unpleasantly boisterous noise overpowered the singing, but not for long - the singing turned louder and for a brief moment startled him, before the alien sounds flew out in a gentler tone, the river seemingly calmer. It was almost like some sort of incantation and Wonshik's gut twisted at the thought. He was realistic, he would call himself, practical and with an agile mind, beliefs deeply rooted, but he couldn't deny that in the most hidden recesses of his mind flourished a surprising desire to be proven wrong, to have his faith overturned.
The man's face was the gold glow of dawn, eyes curious and tantalizing, slightly curled up lips that denoted amusement. Wonshik didn't notice when the singing stopped, or when his feet carried him just in front of the interesting stranger."Hi." It rushed out almost as if he were breathless, but still soft, still warm, still unnerving. Wonshik took a discreet peek at the golden torso, and his gaze darted back to his face. Beautiful, talented boys. His kryptonite. "Hello." He could have never guessed a pretty boy could make his life take an unexpected turn.
Hakyeon could never linger long away from the water, Wonshik found. He'd splash his tinged pink cheeks with an almost silly smile adorning his lips, one that made Wonshik showcase a brilliant smile of his own, and that made his stomach clench. Hakyeon ran away from home: lousy student that wanted a bit of adventure in his life, a bit of thrill in his veins. And though Wonshik was different, contradictory even, he was swept by the current, drowning in Hakyeon, learning recklessness with an almost crazy enthusiasm. Wonshik had no problem with Hakyeon being fond of water, quite the opposite, but when he suggested skinny dipping at the pool, he couldn't fight the heat settling on his cheeks. He agreed. Thus, he found himself sauntering along the cusp of the pool, Hakyeon's smaller hand enclosed in his own, feeling the gust hit his skin, Hakyeon's giggles however making him flush with warmth. And then he felt unbalanced, tripping on his feet, enveloped by water. He let out a chuckle as he slid to the surface, fingers curled around Hakyeon's calf and pulling him down, laughing. A shocked shout split the air, but it was only followed by more noisy snickers. As he raised above water, Wonshik touched his face gently, "Are you okay?" spilled with a bit of urgency because Hakyeon seemed to have choked on water, but he wasn't coughing or otherwise. He only grinned, and a nod accompanied it.
It was playful, Hakyeon kicking gently at Wonshik's thigh, eyes creased as he pushed down on his shoulders. The smile on his lips was almost.. terrifying. Wonshik only got a flash of it before he succumbed, Hakyeon's legs coiled tightly around his waist, movements incredibly slithery despite the heaviness of the water. Hakyeon pushed him deeper still, smothered him, and when Wonshik started to feel the oxygen leaving his lungs, panic struck him, dizziness blurring everything around. As he stilled, so did Hakyeon, the grin on his face dissipating, and he felt as if something was ripped from him, chest tearing open, mind working faster than ever, movements turning clumsy. And as Wonshik didn't respond, lying still beside the pool, he continued to feel it, adrenaline seeping through his veins, making him almost sick. He would encounter it again, when he'd already know its name: fear.
The incident was easily forgotten, too easily. Wonshik couldn't remember much, except the way his vision became hazy, then the pitch darkness that followed, then Hakyeon's relieved face. And he was just endlessly grateful that Hakyeon had saved him, his infatuation only deepening. Hakyeon was much more careful after that and it saddened Wonshik - he wouldn't touch him as much or cling to him, instead went missing for days, but always came back, tearful and embracing him so tightly, Wonshik didn't even dare question him. Hakyeon's presence soon became a constant again, even though Wonshik would admit some days were peculiar and Hakyeon was acting all restless, spending way too much time in the filled bathtub, so much until his skin pruned, ignoring sleep and everything else. The unusual behavior naturally raised questions, but Hakyeon didn't want to deal with them, instead dodged every attempt of Wonshik's at clearing up his confusion. Some things are meant to stay a secret, he said, lips tightened and the faintest grimace on his face, causing a line of distress to show on his brow. Wonshik's pesky curiosity was soon pushed away by the affection he harbored for the other man, but there was still that sting in his heart, relentless, that Hakyeon will leave one day and he won't wake up to drops of water in his hair and puddles on the wood flooring and Hakyeon smiling in the warm mornings, hair dripping wet.
"Do you have a home?" Silence. Hakyeon's lips moved, but there was no sound. He tried again, this kind of questions were proving to be bizarrely challenging. "If home means somewhere, no, someone I feel safe against all odds with, then yes." Wonshik's look was of expected puzzlement, but he nonetheless stayed quiet. Hakyeon didn't exactly know if this was what they called a confession, all he knew was that it was affecting him in ways he hadn't really experienced before, (sure, he remembered the tingles when he kissed that girl, but if he were to compare, that was a delicate gust while this was a tornado ripping apart everything in sight) racing heart and sweaty palms and a dreadful inability to look at Wonshik in his eyes. He'd heard about this. "Yeah, Wonshik, you are my home." He could never really understand beauty, but he'd say Wonshik was gorgeous, and maybe a little bit ridiculous with his stuttering mouth and the shifty eyes - other signs that Hakyeon learned meant nervousness, and that in this case nervousness meant something good. Hakyeon found that he surprisingly enjoyed the tingly feeling over his skin growing and the shivers travelling down his spine, so he slid closer, almost perched on Wonshik's lap. "I think you're beautiful. And I mean it in every way." Wonshik blurted out, arms snaking around Hakyeon's slender waist and Hakyeon took the liberty to trace his finger tip across Wonshik's lower lip in silly fascination. Wonshik blushed. Hakyeon bent down and kissed him, skin wrinkling on his forehead as he felt the salty sweat on Wonshik's upper lip, fingers burying in his hair. It felt like nothing special, and Hakyeon was almost disappointed, but Wonshik started to kiss him back, and there were teeth grazing softly over his lip and just a hint of tongue before he was completely immersed. He wanted to kiss Wonshik forever. And a little more.
Still, Hakyeon remained a mystery. He slept a lot and sneaked out just the same, and Wonshik would always find him by the river, quietly singing to himself. There was almost pain he could see in his eyes before he swooped in to press a soft kiss against his lips. He came back every time. He would toss and turn in his sleep and Wonshik could do nothing but watch on in worry. While Hakyeon wasn't shy, he rarely went out with Wonshik and his friends, preferring instead to laze around, exhaustion seeping into him way too quickly.
These times, Wonshik missed him terribly. And one day a gentle kiss and even gentler touches turned into something so much more, something wilder that made Hakyeon excited, something he didn't know how to handle other than mimic everything Wonshik did, touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, the fire burning inside making him feel dizzy, unnatural.
Wonshik could tell Hakyeon liked it, by the way his breaths staggered and the goosebumps that raised on his skin, the subtle shivers he felt to the touch. He dragged the ice cube slowly down his chest and his abdomen, leaving a glistening trail of water; it was melting in his mouth, but Wonshik wrapped his tongue around another one that he brushed against Hakyeon's throat and that eventually ended up in his mouth, along with Wonshik's cold tongue delving inside. Hakyeon trembled noticeably, thighs locking around Wonshik's hips, fingers scrabbling restlessly at his back as pleasure coursed through him. The intrusion was smooth, despite drawing a small, startled cry and he breathed harshly as Wonshik settled deep, nails grazing his shoulder blades and Wonshik groaned, the sting much more intense than he thought it would be. The thrusts were quick, verging on desperate, Hakyeon's breathy moans and the way his body shuddered making the coil in Wonshik's stomach tighter and tighter. Heat flowed through his body as he released and Hakyeon whined, eyes wet as he came untouched, the rush of delight freezing him in place, nails digging deep in Wonshik's arms.
Wonshik's eyes were seeking for his, but Hakyeon wouldn't meet his gaze, unprepared for the frustrating wonder he knew was there. Wonshik had sighed the words into his skin before falling asleep to the comforting, rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat, "What are you so afraid of?" and it remained unanswered until Hakyeon could hear his heavy, steady breaths, fingers caressing his scalp with tender care, "Myself. I'm so scared of myself."
Sometimes, Wonshik hated his prying nature. Hakyeon was gone again, and he knew where to find him, stomach turning as he stepped out that cloudy evening; everything felt surreal, each step weighing him down and every pore screaming at him for impending peril, but the pull was unbreakable, too strong not to surrender. It didn't even feel like giving in, only the yearning muddled his head. The song was hauntingly beautiful, and his spine tense, eyes searching with fervor. The singing ceased abruptly and it made Wonshik reel, the fear eating into his bones. His frantic heartbeat resounded in his ears as his eyes focused for a moment, felt like he could drop dead the next.
It was nothing like the boy he fell in love with - it was a gigantic, ugly beast, darkened claws curved inwards, its roar shaking him to the bones. The tears falling down his face stemmed from both terror and pain, gut twisting, nausea making him dizzy, a mere puppet in front of the crawling beast. It felt as though he was rooted to the ground, the river flowing so rapidly, the ringing sound making his ears hurt and a scream tore through the air - it wasn't his. He dared peek at it again, but this time it was Hakyeon, smooth tawny torso, tousled black hair, eyes wide and fearful. His heart clenched. He was beside him in seconds and Wonshik stumbled back in awe, keened when his arms were gripped, "Call me. Say my name."
Those were the only words Hakyeon chanted, nails grasping onto the flesh deeper, voice raising until he was yelling, desperately, shimmery tears streaking down his cheeks. And Wonshik recalled, and that's when his cries died down, an almost serene expression on his face as he moved closer, clung to Hakyeon closely, arms wrapped around his waist. "No."
It was final and firm, and Hakyeon's sobs worsened, louder, cheek smashed against Wonshik's chest. "I will kill you," He choked out between cries and Wonshik dipped to kiss the crown of his head, tears silently falling, a whisper against his hair, "I know." Hakyeon pulled him down. He wept as Wonshik struggled for air, the water invading his lungs, as the fervent beats of his heart dwindled. He was left with a lifeless body cradled in his arms. He never set foot on land again.
garnered my info from here and here
TL;DR
"The Nix may take different forms, but their message is one of warning of impending death by drowning. Water spirits (or deities) like Nixie cannot live happily far from water. They entice their human victims to join them through song or music, luring them into the water from which there is no escape only death."
"When malicious Nixie attempted to carry off people, they could be defeated by calling their name; this, in fact, would be the death of them."
It was intriguing in a strange way, pulling him in; it was as if everything else around him became void, and they were tied together, connected by a thin string that guided him forward still. There was underlying worry, a speck of fear in the concoction of emotions that claimed him, but not quite enough to dull the attraction to mystery. The singing never ceased, a steady flow so delicate, so beautiful. The river seemed restless, the water gushing rapidly and at some point, the scratching, unpleasantly boisterous noise overpowered the singing, but not for long - the singing turned louder and for a brief moment startled him, before the alien sounds flew out in a gentler tone, the river seemingly calmer. It was almost like some sort of incantation and Wonshik's gut twisted at the thought. He was realistic, he would call himself, practical and with an agile mind, beliefs deeply rooted, but he couldn't deny that in the most hidden recesses of his mind flourished a surprising desire to be proven wrong, to have his faith overturned.
The man's face was the gold glow of dawn, eyes curious and tantalizing, slightly curled up lips that denoted amusement. Wonshik didn't notice when the singing stopped, or when his feet carried him just in front of the interesting stranger."Hi." It rushed out almost as if he were breathless, but still soft, still warm, still unnerving. Wonshik took a discreet peek at the golden torso, and his gaze darted back to his face. Beautiful, talented boys. His kryptonite. "Hello." He could have never guessed a pretty boy could make his life take an unexpected turn.
Hakyeon could never linger long away from the water, Wonshik found. He'd splash his tinged pink cheeks with an almost silly smile adorning his lips, one that made Wonshik showcase a brilliant smile of his own, and that made his stomach clench. Hakyeon ran away from home: lousy student that wanted a bit of adventure in his life, a bit of thrill in his veins. And though Wonshik was different, contradictory even, he was swept by the current, drowning in Hakyeon, learning recklessness with an almost crazy enthusiasm. Wonshik had no problem with Hakyeon being fond of water, quite the opposite, but when he suggested skinny dipping at the pool, he couldn't fight the heat settling on his cheeks. He agreed. Thus, he found himself sauntering along the cusp of the pool, Hakyeon's smaller hand enclosed in his own, feeling the gust hit his skin, Hakyeon's giggles however making him flush with warmth. And then he felt unbalanced, tripping on his feet, enveloped by water. He let out a chuckle as he slid to the surface, fingers curled around Hakyeon's calf and pulling him down, laughing. A shocked shout split the air, but it was only followed by more noisy snickers. As he raised above water, Wonshik touched his face gently, "Are you okay?" spilled with a bit of urgency because Hakyeon seemed to have choked on water, but he wasn't coughing or otherwise. He only grinned, and a nod accompanied it.
It was playful, Hakyeon kicking gently at Wonshik's thigh, eyes creased as he pushed down on his shoulders. The smile on his lips was almost.. terrifying. Wonshik only got a flash of it before he succumbed, Hakyeon's legs coiled tightly around his waist, movements incredibly slithery despite the heaviness of the water. Hakyeon pushed him deeper still, smothered him, and when Wonshik started to feel the oxygen leaving his lungs, panic struck him, dizziness blurring everything around. As he stilled, so did Hakyeon, the grin on his face dissipating, and he felt as if something was ripped from him, chest tearing open, mind working faster than ever, movements turning clumsy. And as Wonshik didn't respond, lying still beside the pool, he continued to feel it, adrenaline seeping through his veins, making him almost sick. He would encounter it again, when he'd already know its name: fear.
The incident was easily forgotten, too easily. Wonshik couldn't remember much, except the way his vision became hazy, then the pitch darkness that followed, then Hakyeon's relieved face. And he was just endlessly grateful that Hakyeon had saved him, his infatuation only deepening. Hakyeon was much more careful after that and it saddened Wonshik - he wouldn't touch him as much or cling to him, instead went missing for days, but always came back, tearful and embracing him so tightly, Wonshik didn't even dare question him. Hakyeon's presence soon became a constant again, even though Wonshik would admit some days were peculiar and Hakyeon was acting all restless, spending way too much time in the filled bathtub, so much until his skin pruned, ignoring sleep and everything else. The unusual behavior naturally raised questions, but Hakyeon didn't want to deal with them, instead dodged every attempt of Wonshik's at clearing up his confusion. Some things are meant to stay a secret, he said, lips tightened and the faintest grimace on his face, causing a line of distress to show on his brow. Wonshik's pesky curiosity was soon pushed away by the affection he harbored for the other man, but there was still that sting in his heart, relentless, that Hakyeon will leave one day and he won't wake up to drops of water in his hair and puddles on the wood flooring and Hakyeon smiling in the warm mornings, hair dripping wet.
"Do you have a home?" Silence. Hakyeon's lips moved, but there was no sound. He tried again, this kind of questions were proving to be bizarrely challenging. "If home means somewhere, no, someone I feel safe against all odds with, then yes." Wonshik's look was of expected puzzlement, but he nonetheless stayed quiet. Hakyeon didn't exactly know if this was what they called a confession, all he knew was that it was affecting him in ways he hadn't really experienced before, (sure, he remembered the tingles when he kissed that girl, but if he were to compare, that was a delicate gust while this was a tornado ripping apart everything in sight) racing heart and sweaty palms and a dreadful inability to look at Wonshik in his eyes. He'd heard about this. "Yeah, Wonshik, you are my home." He could never really understand beauty, but he'd say Wonshik was gorgeous, and maybe a little bit ridiculous with his stuttering mouth and the shifty eyes - other signs that Hakyeon learned meant nervousness, and that in this case nervousness meant something good. Hakyeon found that he surprisingly enjoyed the tingly feeling over his skin growing and the shivers travelling down his spine, so he slid closer, almost perched on Wonshik's lap. "I think you're beautiful. And I mean it in every way." Wonshik blurted out, arms snaking around Hakyeon's slender waist and Hakyeon took the liberty to trace his finger tip across Wonshik's lower lip in silly fascination. Wonshik blushed. Hakyeon bent down and kissed him, skin wrinkling on his forehead as he felt the salty sweat on Wonshik's upper lip, fingers burying in his hair. It felt like nothing special, and Hakyeon was almost disappointed, but Wonshik started to kiss him back, and there were teeth grazing softly over his lip and just a hint of tongue before he was completely immersed. He wanted to kiss Wonshik forever. And a little more.
Still, Hakyeon remained a mystery. He slept a lot and sneaked out just the same, and Wonshik would always find him by the river, quietly singing to himself. There was almost pain he could see in his eyes before he swooped in to press a soft kiss against his lips. He came back every time. He would toss and turn in his sleep and Wonshik could do nothing but watch on in worry. While Hakyeon wasn't shy, he rarely went out with Wonshik and his friends, preferring instead to laze around, exhaustion seeping into him way too quickly.
These times, Wonshik missed him terribly. And one day a gentle kiss and even gentler touches turned into something so much more, something wilder that made Hakyeon excited, something he didn't know how to handle other than mimic everything Wonshik did, touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, the fire burning inside making him feel dizzy, unnatural.
Wonshik could tell Hakyeon liked it, by the way his breaths staggered and the goosebumps that raised on his skin, the subtle shivers he felt to the touch. He dragged the ice cube slowly down his chest and his abdomen, leaving a glistening trail of water; it was melting in his mouth, but Wonshik wrapped his tongue around another one that he brushed against Hakyeon's throat and that eventually ended up in his mouth, along with Wonshik's cold tongue delving inside. Hakyeon trembled noticeably, thighs locking around Wonshik's hips, fingers scrabbling restlessly at his back as pleasure coursed through him. The intrusion was smooth, despite drawing a small, startled cry and he breathed harshly as Wonshik settled deep, nails grazing his shoulder blades and Wonshik groaned, the sting much more intense than he thought it would be. The thrusts were quick, verging on desperate, Hakyeon's breathy moans and the way his body shuddered making the coil in Wonshik's stomach tighter and tighter. Heat flowed through his body as he released and Hakyeon whined, eyes wet as he came untouched, the rush of delight freezing him in place, nails digging deep in Wonshik's arms.
Wonshik's eyes were seeking for his, but Hakyeon wouldn't meet his gaze, unprepared for the frustrating wonder he knew was there. Wonshik had sighed the words into his skin before falling asleep to the comforting, rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat, "What are you so afraid of?" and it remained unanswered until Hakyeon could hear his heavy, steady breaths, fingers caressing his scalp with tender care, "Myself. I'm so scared of myself."
Sometimes, Wonshik hated his prying nature. Hakyeon was gone again, and he knew where to find him, stomach turning as he stepped out that cloudy evening; everything felt surreal, each step weighing him down and every pore screaming at him for impending peril, but the pull was unbreakable, too strong not to surrender. It didn't even feel like giving in, only the yearning muddled his head. The song was hauntingly beautiful, and his spine tense, eyes searching with fervor. The singing ceased abruptly and it made Wonshik reel, the fear eating into his bones. His frantic heartbeat resounded in his ears as his eyes focused for a moment, felt like he could drop dead the next.
It was nothing like the boy he fell in love with - it was a gigantic, ugly beast, darkened claws curved inwards, its roar shaking him to the bones. The tears falling down his face stemmed from both terror and pain, gut twisting, nausea making him dizzy, a mere puppet in front of the crawling beast. It felt as though he was rooted to the ground, the river flowing so rapidly, the ringing sound making his ears hurt and a scream tore through the air - it wasn't his. He dared peek at it again, but this time it was Hakyeon, smooth tawny torso, tousled black hair, eyes wide and fearful. His heart clenched. He was beside him in seconds and Wonshik stumbled back in awe, keened when his arms were gripped, "Call me. Say my name."
Those were the only words Hakyeon chanted, nails grasping onto the flesh deeper, voice raising until he was yelling, desperately, shimmery tears streaking down his cheeks. And Wonshik recalled, and that's when his cries died down, an almost serene expression on his face as he moved closer, clung to Hakyeon closely, arms wrapped around his waist. "No."
It was final and firm, and Hakyeon's sobs worsened, louder, cheek smashed against Wonshik's chest. "I will kill you," He choked out between cries and Wonshik dipped to kiss the crown of his head, tears silently falling, a whisper against his hair, "I know." Hakyeon pulled him down. He wept as Wonshik struggled for air, the water invading his lungs, as the fervent beats of his heart dwindled. He was left with a lifeless body cradled in his arms. He never set foot on land again.
garnered my info from here and here
TL;DR
"The Nix may take different forms, but their message is one of warning of impending death by drowning. Water spirits (or deities) like Nixie cannot live happily far from water. They entice their human victims to join them through song or music, luring them into the water from which there is no escape only death."
"When malicious Nixie attempted to carry off people, they could be defeated by calling their name; this, in fact, would be the death of them."