The call of the sea [for Corrine] TW: drowning

[bachjones]

 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. 
 

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[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."

[bachjones]

"Behave", he tells both. "Please."

"Three years.." Bach tries to ignore the sinking disappointment. "Oh. Okay. Didn't need a father before anyway. Can do a bit longer without. You ready to go?"

His cat jumps up to his shoulder, draping herself around his neck. At least one of them is.

[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."

[bachjones]

"I don't think I ever met those people", he frowns. "And that's not even a question, of course. I never had a real family, a sister is like ..four levels up now."

He frowns at the keys. "Money? My mother said he used to be money."

[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."

[bachjones]

"Don't ..call me honey. Please, Corrine. And not only because you're my sister. That sounds weird. Can I call you that? Should I continue to use Corry? Do you have other nicknames?"

He rolls his eyes. "Wrong crowd, yes. No money, no. My mother was tighter with money than any bank I can think of. I still think I should have more money than I do right now."

Shower? Bach decides against it. "I'm almost dry, I think."