[It doesn't put up much of a fight, though it does twist and coil and drip, as Noctis pulls the line out of the water to reveal what it is he's caught. It is simultaneously ugly and strangely surreal. Eye-catching, to be sure, in ways that he can't understand. Nothing should have that many eyes, he thinks, and no two things should intertwine the way these eels do.
Yet they're a strange compliment to each other, and he can't bring himself to be disgusted with his catch. He couldn't ever be disgusted with what he finds within Annie, for they're so bound together that it might as well be a part of himself as well.]
What do you think they are?
[It seems the most reasonable thing to ask, as he turns a little at an angle so that she can see them better. The one with the silver scales reflects the moonlight back with each minute movement.]
[ The two creatures -- maybe one creature -- have an Ouroboros-like quality to their winding, flexing bodies, unable to tell where one thing ends and another begins, flesh into flesh into scales into fins into mouths. Their sinuous writhing is almost erotic, but the entirety of this coiled, braided thing is mostly just freakish and peculiar.
Their many eyes roll in every direction; eyes in every human color.
Annie examines the catch as it spins on the end of the line; sleek rainbows in one direction, crust and infection in the other. The lure isn't so much in one of the mouths as entangled in the flexing heart of their knotted bodies, and as they wiggle they bring more and more of the fishing line into their puzzle. The clear string shines in looping patterns over their alternate scales. ]
Dunno.
[ Nothing. Nothing at all, just her ugliness and her grace enlaced in an unending struggle, both of them tangled in the influence of the fucking king of fishing. ]
It likes your chocobo though.
[ The token entrusted to her, which they've taken for themselves on her behalf. ]
[His eyes flicker from the two eels to Annie, and for some reason the simple answer of not knowing what creature this may be, what it might represent, is an acceptable one. He's come to fish and to observe what he pulls out from under the surface of the water -- not to dissect and question, like it would even matter if he did.]
Yeah, it sure does. It's the only lure I've got right now, so it's going to have to let go if we want to continue.
[He says it as if Annie may have some influence on whether or not they'd want to untagle themselves from his line, from his lure. Noctis takes a few steps forward, intending to release the creatures back into lake.]
Go on, now.
[He bends down, letting them dip back into where they came from, where the water seems a bit deeper. The silver one slides back in first, and he gently shakes the line, motivating them to swim away. If that's what they decide to do.]
[ Her mouth opens. What had she expected him to do, really? Eat it? Mount it? But there's still... something sweet in watching him cut it loose again. Something important in watching it swim off with his lure, his childish little toy. What can she even say.
She just comes over at Noct's elbow to watch it swim off with his lure. ]
[It's a faint little protest, as his lure disappears along with the eels. Bright little yellow chocobo, fading beneath the water.]
Well, too late now. I guess you did warn me.
[He still has a hook, and while that might not be quite as enticing, maybe he's assuming too much. These are not his normal catches, and perhaps they'll still be drawn to whatever breaks the surface of the water.]
[ She tucks her hands back into her pockets, feeling strangely calm for one of her dreams. ]
What else is even gonna bite? It took your toy and fucked off.
[ A lazy sly smile, a shrug. ]
Go for it.
[ Somehow she doubts that there's anything else to be afraid of... And she's right. The rest of what they drag up with just the fishing line is mostly junk. Knots of complex slimy algae in interesting colors, chewed up and broken bones, old plastic toys with worn paint, old hypodermic needles, rusty jewelry, moldy textbooks. Junk from her past, disintegrating beneath the depths. ]
[It's still of interest to him -- even when he sees it's nothing quite as baffling as writhing eels caught on his line, even if it's just junk, it's hers regardless, and he treats each one with a kindness and the quiet regard that it deserves. Each one hinges on his hook and is reeled in without issue. Pulled out of the water, remarked upon, and examined in a few moments of quiet consideration.
And, eventually, each one is returned to the heart of the water, allowed to sink to the bottom from where it came.
[ She's long since zoned out, honestly, sitting in the shallows a little bit behind him with the cold water running over her skin. She looks up at him drowsily when he speaks, and answers without really thinking about it, ]
Whenever you want, it's fine.
[ A standing invitation to come poke around whenever, even if she'll shout about it in the waking world first. ]
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Yet they're a strange compliment to each other, and he can't bring himself to be disgusted with his catch. He couldn't ever be disgusted with what he finds within Annie, for they're so bound together that it might as well be a part of himself as well.]
What do you think they are?
[It seems the most reasonable thing to ask, as he turns a little at an angle so that she can see them better. The one with the silver scales reflects the moonlight back with each minute movement.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlORvzRRh24
Their many eyes roll in every direction; eyes in every human color.
Annie examines the catch as it spins on the end of the line; sleek rainbows in one direction, crust and infection in the other. The lure isn't so much in one of the mouths as entangled in the flexing heart of their knotted bodies, and as they wiggle they bring more and more of the fishing line into their puzzle. The clear string shines in looping patterns over their alternate scales. ]
Dunno.
[ Nothing. Nothing at all, just her ugliness and her grace enlaced in an unending struggle, both of them tangled in the influence of the fucking king of fishing. ]
It likes your chocobo though.
[ The token entrusted to her, which they've taken for themselves on her behalf. ]
omg ;-;
Yeah, it sure does. It's the only lure I've got right now, so it's going to have to let go if we want to continue.
[He says it as if Annie may have some influence on whether or not they'd want to untagle themselves from his line, from his lure. Noctis takes a few steps forward, intending to release the creatures back into lake.]
Go on, now.
[He bends down, letting them dip back into where they came from, where the water seems a bit deeper. The silver one slides back in first, and he gently shakes the line, motivating them to swim away. If that's what they decide to do.]
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She just comes over at Noct's elbow to watch it swim off with his lure. ]
I don't think it's giving it back.
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[It's a faint little protest, as his lure disappears along with the eels. Bright little yellow chocobo, fading beneath the water.]
Well, too late now. I guess you did warn me.
[He still has a hook, and while that might not be quite as enticing, maybe he's assuming too much. These are not his normal catches, and perhaps they'll still be drawn to whatever breaks the surface of the water.]
Wanna see what else we can get?
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What else is even gonna bite? It took your toy and fucked off.
[ A lazy sly smile, a shrug. ]
Go for it.
[ Somehow she doubts that there's anything else to be afraid of... And she's right. The rest of what they drag up with just the fishing line is mostly junk. Knots of complex slimy algae in interesting colors, chewed up and broken bones, old plastic toys with worn paint, old hypodermic needles, rusty jewelry, moldy textbooks. Junk from her past, disintegrating beneath the depths. ]
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And, eventually, each one is returned to the heart of the water, allowed to sink to the bottom from where it came.
And also, finally:]
Thanks for letting me fish for a little.
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Whenever you want, it's fine.
[ A standing invitation to come poke around whenever, even if she'll shout about it in the waking world first. ]