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fandomtownies2019-06-18 06:46 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-18 06:46 am
The Park, Tuesday Morning
Fjord had hoped that no longer being trapped in some kind of nightmare of an underwater city would at the very least make the dreams ease off, but if anything, waking up on an island that looked nominally back to normal had made them worse; the writhing, serpentine form that sometimes came to him as he slept seeming more agitated, more insistent.
Last night, the eyes had come to him again, had wrapped their coils around him so hard that even the water that he could sometimes inexplicably breathe in those dreams seemed to be crushed out of him, and it had snarled in that wordless, voiceless, all-encompassing tone:
MINE.
Which... so far as dreams featuring giant glowing yellow eyes went, was maybe not the greatest that Fjord had ever had. As a plus(?) side, at least having all the water crushed out of him meant there was far less to choke up when he woke up that morning, sitting bolt upright and gasping desperately for breath.
So he'd gone for a walk. Clear his head. Get some distance between himself and the bed that was starting to take on the unmistakable odor of ocean brine, which might have even been comforting, dammit, if not for the circumstances. But the walk was... wrong. Felt like he was being tripped here, dragged about for just a fraction of an inch there. And the glow of the water in the park, faint, but visible still in the early morning dark, was far too near an echo of the crushing coldness of the glowing eyes of his dreams for Fjord's comfort.
Not that it stopped him from getting closer to take a better look, satisfy that gnawing curious streak of his. Close enough to frown as he noticed the dying foliage around the edge of the pond.
Close enough to need to step forward to brace himself with one foot when that strange, shifting, dragging feeling hit him again.
Close enough that he gave a sigh once he had regained his bearings, and then retreated to a bench so that he could pull off his boot and dump the water from it.
Somewhere far away, not of this world at all, a long line of golden eyes opened far, far underwater, and an endless length of serpentine coils shook in impotent rage, bound as it was.
MINE.
It was not in any mood for sharing.
[OOC: Open park!]
Last night, the eyes had come to him again, had wrapped their coils around him so hard that even the water that he could sometimes inexplicably breathe in those dreams seemed to be crushed out of him, and it had snarled in that wordless, voiceless, all-encompassing tone:
MINE.
Which... so far as dreams featuring giant glowing yellow eyes went, was maybe not the greatest that Fjord had ever had. As a plus(?) side, at least having all the water crushed out of him meant there was far less to choke up when he woke up that morning, sitting bolt upright and gasping desperately for breath.
So he'd gone for a walk. Clear his head. Get some distance between himself and the bed that was starting to take on the unmistakable odor of ocean brine, which might have even been comforting, dammit, if not for the circumstances. But the walk was... wrong. Felt like he was being tripped here, dragged about for just a fraction of an inch there. And the glow of the water in the park, faint, but visible still in the early morning dark, was far too near an echo of the crushing coldness of the glowing eyes of his dreams for Fjord's comfort.
Not that it stopped him from getting closer to take a better look, satisfy that gnawing curious streak of his. Close enough to frown as he noticed the dying foliage around the edge of the pond.
Close enough to need to step forward to brace himself with one foot when that strange, shifting, dragging feeling hit him again.
Close enough that he gave a sigh once he had regained his bearings, and then retreated to a bench so that he could pull off his boot and dump the water from it.
Somewhere far away, not of this world at all, a long line of golden eyes opened far, far underwater, and an endless length of serpentine coils shook in impotent rage, bound as it was.
MINE.
It was not in any mood for sharing.
[OOC: Open park!]