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 It had been the first proper night sleep in two months. Maybe that was the sign Bach needed, maybe he should stop believing in signs. Right now the money he had received from Daniel and the charity he had received from April were the only things keeping him tethered to life, but it was all so .. tiring. The sea was the only thing in his head and maybe he would just have to give in.

Maybe Cinderella being on the beach, paws deep in the sand, the wind tangling up her fur was a sign. Cinderella hated the beach. She hated the water even more, so why was she walking into the ocean?

Bach followed, shedding clothes on his way in. It was probably silly anyway, fearing the water. Fearing the emptiness underneath the surface. And where had Cinderella gone so quickly?

The first time he stepped into a hole and went under, there was the familiar fear. Bach slapped at the water, fighting to become free of it. When he surfaced, Cinderella was on her way back to the beach. "Stupid cat! What are you do-" A wave silenced him. 

Second, third, fourth, the waves seemed to be furious with him. Maybe women waves, Bach thought with a smile. I always make them angry. But the water wasn't so bad, the pain not so much. Someone would just have to take care of Cinderel-

Something instead him tore and Bach screamed, his words caught in the bubbles screaming in. 
 

Date: 2014-07-14 02:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
"And I can't -" She holds her transforming arm to him. "-do this. But I am." She shakes her head, finding it almost effortless to stay afloat. Corry has always been a strong swimmer, but this is something else entirely. She is as light as seafoam. She's still not entirely sure she's not having a complete break down. She may be on the road to recovery, but Corrine is still a walking wounded. Still, Bach is in this with her. He seems as close to the edge of sanity as she. This is all about him.

"I don't know. Its like - you were inside of me. Its like you were a part of me."

She dives underwater for a moment of clarity and resurfaces to the same that she left. "It sounds crazy. Right? But Siren Cove, so who knows."
Edited Date: 2014-07-14 03:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-07-14 04:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
Comfort, nice things. The home she typically feels only with Les by her side. She thought it was the water, the scales, the reconciliation with that buried deep under her skin and in her soul. But maybe it was something else. Something about him.

"Who are you?" She asks, not with accusation, but wonder. But Corrine already knows the answer. She remembers something Bach said about his family when they first met. She feels it written across her DNA. It's just too unbelievable. The answer comes barely whispered above the waves. "...You're my brother..."
Edited Date: 2014-07-14 04:58 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-07-16 02:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
She's high. She has to be. Its the giddiness of a perfect pill cocktail with the meaning-of-life epiphany at the end of a joint. How could she have a brother? Well... its obvious how she could have a brother but finding one another like this...

...It doesn't matter. His arms are bliss, and home. Back on shore, will be reality no doubt. But here is something transcendent.

"I can't believe it." Corry holds him close, scales tickling up and down her extremities now. A tear of happiness falls and it is such a welcome change from the cries of fear and trauma that have downed her these past weeks. "I can't believe we found each other."

Date: 2014-07-16 07:19 pm (UTC)
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"And I used to just act and make people happy. This place was always full of the unexpected." Corrine slides from the hug and cups his face in her hands. Her beautiful brother. This part of herself she never knew. There are traces of gold scales laced with the skin on her hands and it's shocking, but right, like she's expected to see them her whole life.

"My father - your father - what do you know about him?"

Date: 2014-07-16 08:19 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
"It wasn't my mother." Corry gives Bach a long look, melancholy hand in hand with the bliss. All those years she hated the idea of him with other women. Leaving her behind while he traveled the country, seducing, conning - having unknown siblings was a nightmare of Corrine's once upon a time. "He was a salesman. A traveling salesman who used his powers to seduce customers and lovers wherever he went." She sighs, a happier sigh than ever expected. "He had... has an amazing voice. I bet you got it from him."

Date: 2014-07-20 05:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
His words snap her back to reality. They should get out of the water. There is a world outside of this. Cinderella. The flash of claws in front of her face. It is Bach and she is Corrine and whatever just happened those facts are still undoubtedly true.

"Yes, we should get back." She nods. "Do you want to come in? I can make some tea. You can dry off for a bit."

Date: 2014-07-20 03:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
"Just say yes, don't think about it." She dives under with the swell of a wave, riding it towards shore. "And don't forget how to swim until we're back on shore."

Date: 2014-07-20 08:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
By the time the water releases them to the sand and her scattering of scales fade to a shimmer beneath the skin, Corrine is throwing Bach a death glare. But his questions are only fair, so she lets it fall.

"My mother and I aren't on speaking terms, so you won't need to worry about that from me." She lets out a deep sigh, ringing out her sopping dress. "Tea. I need to dry off to dive into this discussion. Come in and I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Date: 2014-07-20 11:04 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
Corrine ties her hair back from a band on her wrist as Bach finds his clothing, feeling far more an audience member to this surreality than an active participant. And what is the normal scenario when brother clothes by sister? It's an alien scenario to her and she chooses to focus on Cinderella instead. The frienemy feline.

"He skipped town for the last time 3 years ago, or so I've been told. Sorry."

Cinderella has spotted Corrine. She raises her tail and eyes the girl with a challenging glare. Corrine meets it and then some. "Alright cat. We're family now. Looks like we're going to have to call a truce."

Date: 2014-07-24 02:19 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
"Will you settle for a sister, for now?"

She leads him back up to the house, head spinning between questions for Bach and hang ups with her father and far too many images of past seduction in bad 80s-wear.

"He called asking for money a little while back. I set things straight and it was the last I heard from him." She finds the key and leads them through her glass doors. Keeping them locked is new, but after recent events, she's taking a lot more precautions in life. "But - look, he's not all bad. When I was a kid - he was like James Bond meets Peter Pan by way of John Lennon."

Date: 2014-07-25 09:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starsfallen
Corrine ushers him over to the sofa. "James Bond, 007? Peter Pan of NeverNever Land? John Lenon the Beatle? Oh honey, do we need to do a Pop Culter crash course for you."

As soon as she settles, she jumps back up. "Right, tea! And you need to dry off. Bathroom's over there if you need towels or a hot shower." Corrine herself uss parking head to toe but the events ofthe day have left her woefully forgetting such worldly states of being.

"Money." Corrine sighs. "Yes, Dad was made of money. Siren salesman extraordinare. But he said something about getting in with the wrong crowd." She sighs again as she heads to the kitchen to put tea on. "So you know how it goes."

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Bach Jones

Introduction

I sing. I play different instruments, when I can get my hands on them. I'm saving for a harp and a cello. Right now I only have an old guitar, brandless. But it's okay, when I have a song it doesn't matter how it's created. Because that's what I'm really about, songs. My own, they make my life better. But if the public wants a known song, I will sing a known song. Because you can't live on music, this world makes you need money. I'm ..Siren Cove isn't that bad. The people here aren't bothersome, that's nice. They appreciate your space. Maybe in some time I'll start to feel at home here.

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