[ 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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somnifacient) wrote2017-03-25 01:39 am
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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. ]