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@aqueosis
Saving Hope 1x01
distorteddisbelief:
oh, she was. she was just curious, is all. we promise. so teagan takes a few more steps forward before giving a nod towards the ukulele he’s holding.
’ I can see that.
I was listening. ‘
His eyebrows jump at the statement, and his fingers begin working at the strings again, following the same chord pattern as before , as if he'd never stopped. Adjusting his position on the rock, he sits cross legged.
"Do you like to sing?"
parapsyched:
We don’t talk about Pasha Novak’s debilitating fear of the water half as much as we should, you know. It’s the kind of thing where she can’t exactly remember how it started, but trying to dig that deep in her (seemingly repressed) memory gives her a stomach ache and a dizzy head— but that ain’t the half of what she’s gotta deal with even standing a few feet away from a nice glittering, glistening lake. It’s all throat tight, strangled not-quite-sobs from there on out. It’s really tragic—
especially when you’re twenty five fucking years old.
Unfortunately, the field of work she’s in (mostly voluntary these days) requires putting herself in situations she’s not entirely comfortable with— in the pursuit of the truth! And justice! And shutting the things that go bump in the night the hell up. Stuff like that.
The soft plucking of ukelele strings catches her off guard and she springs to attention where she stands— goddammit. So jumpy. Take it easy, sweetheart; no one’s drowning you just yet.
Deep ol’ breath, and, “I recognize that song. Do I? I think so.”
That was a stench very much distinguishable from the natural ones clogging up his nostrils. Firstly, it was a people smell. As it wafted closer and closer to his lake, it turned into an animal smell. It was fear. He smelled it all the time. Prey animals reeked of it, and every time someone died, the lake reeked of it. It was an annoying smell. Not one he'd expose himself to voluntarily. That was quite alright, though. She could stay as she pleased. He wouldn't disturb her. He was in a good mood at the moment.
The thing that got to him was the way she flinched. As if his tune was something abrasive to the ears. Something that registers as shock, not melodic.
Indeed, no one was drowning her. Just yet.
"You may. You may not. Is it pleasing?"
His fingers kept moving. Answer with caution, young lily pad.
pixydusted:
❝ oh! that— makes sense. wow.❞
she doesn’t have an answer for that that doesn’t make her sound like a weirdo so she just tilts her head to the side and blinks twice.
❝ I— don’t know? I was walking and I sort of got turned around a few times, maybe.❞
smooth, tink.
"birds are fun."
the corners of his lips twitch a bit it's something that's supposed to be a smile, but just comes off as rather... awkward.
"welp, uh, if you're stickin' around, wanna help me feed them?"
smooth, rust.
mirrorimxge:
lostsoldixr bloodypart aqueosis
" y’know, for the record, it’s not un-masculine to drink fruity cocktails at a bar. ”
just to cover that. seriously, don’t judge. he’d rather have some eye-sore neon pink crap that tasted like an alcoholic, tropical heaven send, than whiskey. no one likes whiskey. people only pretend to like it to be cool.
"The taste is a lot less dynamic and a lot more flavorful. No judgement passed here, my friend."
masculinity was kind of like trying to read a book with invisible ink.
why are you trying so hard to read that? it's invisible, dipshit. try a different book.
if trying to read a book about whiskey with invisible ink isn't working, pick up the neon pink tropical heaven send book and read the shit out of it.
pixydusted:
tinkerbell is sort of just wandering aimlessly when she hears him and it’s the sort of voice that draws her attention so of course she’s off to find the source of it. and she does.
now she’s just sort of staring. in a totally-not-creepy way she’s just sort of vaguely confused.
❝how come you’re feeding birds?❞
oh, clumsy water spirit. you had to be more aware of your lake. who knows, that could've been someone bad.
don't blame him. he was caught up in his bird feeding.
"Well they, uh, they like treats. Makes 'em happy."
he raised a questioning eyebrow, pausing his feeding for a second to analyze the being.
"Why are you in the middle of nowhere?"
alwayshonestx:
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lachomme:
he couldn’t tell if that was an abrupt change in attitude or what, but maybe it didn’t really matter in the end.
his ears practically perked up at the mention of tea, though. so maybe he should just sit back and enjoy it.
he watched rusty, lazily yet intently.
“Got peppermint?”
with a frown, he crossed the very line he'd established himself, moving towards the other as he looked at all the stuff in his arms. everything he'd said before. soaps, some stolen fruit. fun stuff.
"--here. Take this stuff. and yeah, I've got peppermint."
he was quick to dive down again, this time grabbing a pot. he had his tea and firestarters on the surface, hidden under a hole. after reaching the surface again, he stripped down behind a tree, and put on dry clothes.
"Alright. Uh, do you want sugar?"
"Foo-ooo-ood. ♪"
rusty wailed out, in his usual singsong sort of voice. not food for him, he'd gotten some treats for the birds. the doves and the blue jays that hung around absolutely loved it when he brought them seeds.
he scattered the market's seeds on the ground around his lake, watching happily as they would swoop down to collect their snack.
lachomme:
well, that wasn’t exactly a warm welcome, but he’d accept it all the same, mainly because he didn’t really care, but also because it was a really nice lake.
“Whatever.”
he’s being a little flippant, but he’s not really in the mood for chit chat today. he mainly just wants to sink beneath the surface of the lake and sleep for the next two moons. oh yeah. that sounded great.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
he didn't conjure up much of a response. because he got to thinking, and some part of him actually felt sympathy for this guy. if the same thing happened to his lake he'd probably cry awhile. the last thing he wants is to give the guy a hard time.
he dove under his water again, collecting things from his underwater cave.
"--I have, uh, soaps and stuff. Food. Tea."
he frowned lightly.
"I have weird taste. Sorry."
with a huff, rusty gestures to a separate area of the waterbed. it's not like he didn't like the other, he was just having a bad day.
"Look ---- see, that tree right there? That marks your half of the lake. You stay over there. I even gave you the bigger half. You're welcome."
don't be upset with him. the a string on his ukulele broke earlier. which means he would have to go into town to get a new one. and he'd probably have to go down to the bottom of the lake for a wallet. it was a whole process, really.
— livexdead, pixydusted, aqueosis, & cxrauro !
❝ birds are so fucking cool. if i had a pet it’d be a bird.❞ he doesn’t even know you’re there, he just has his head cocked, listening to the doves cooing above him.
rusty's just resting in the water, fully clothed. the lakeside beings tend to like him for keeping peace. he whistled a quick melody and watched as one fluttered onto shoulder. he grinned.
yes. rusty: actual disney princess.
what the hell is going on here. teagan isn’t quite sure but she’s been staring at the other for longer than people would deem to be appropriate. then again, she’ll take her power and use it to make an embarrassment of people who deserve. so.
but she takes a few steps forward and gives a blink.
' You alright, pal? '
his music is interrupted, and he turns to face the other, head tilting as he watched them. they'd been standing there for quite some time, but he assumed they were just enjoying the music. apparently not.
" ...playin' a ukulele.
What're you doin'?"
lately people have been coming to his lake. causing up a stir while he wasn't home.
he could feel it in the way the bugs buzzed. in the way the water never really settled.
for now he'll probably just sit around sing for a bit and wait for his prey to come by.