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Mrs Gordon had told him that he wasn't welcome anymore in her building, as a neighbor of hers. Bach had tried to get his explanation in, how he was still losing large patches of memory and that for once he wasn't being selfish, but thinking of Isaac, but she had bulldozed him like she was paid for it. For a second he suspected Essie, maybe his father, but he was pretty sure that neither of them would pay for something that they'd do themselves all too gladly. He just hoped that Robert wouldn't discover about all this before Essie could become Isaac's legal guardian..

Either way, it was him and Alfred, his guitar and a huge suitcase right now. Mrs Gordon paid him for the few pieces of furniture he had and that was it. On the street, like nothing had changed in five years. Except for now --now he missed people. Loud and painfully and almost impossible to ignore. Stuff was all so unfair. You'd think Bach was used to that now.

It was at the beach (swimming lessons with Iris, fooling around with Essie, so many parties) that he sat down, gathering courage to make the leave permanent. How dramatic of him.

So when Isaac ran past him, he was half sure that it was just something his mind cooked up. A This Is Your Life moment that would show him what he would miss, or something. It could happen, this was Siren Cove. But Isaac circled and ran past again, yelling at him to catch him, and Bach got up, followed. The boy was fast, faster than usual, and it became weird, fast.
The first time he told him to stop, Isaac snarled at him. The second time parts of his skin seemed to peel off, showing scales. Too many, too bright scales. "Why aren't you coming, daddy? Why aren't you following me? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?" It became a cadence like a stuck disk, humming through Bach's until he gave up, closed his eyes, wanted all of it gone, finally discovering a sound too loud.
Something hit him, scales ripping his skin. Just before losing his consciousness, he felt waves crashing into him. Fucking ocean.

ooc: find Bach half in the water, roughed up and more than a mess than usual, with a confused cat by his side and his stuff on the beach

The first thing Bach had done was change - no, the honest way - change his mother's car for a pick up truck. Because beds and clothes and other stuff they needed now took a lot of space.
And he liked the heavy, solid feeling of the big blue truck around him. Almost safe.
The second thing was shave his face and his head. Alfred loved sleeping on his curls a bit too much, waking up claws first when Bach made a move. And the kid had discovered that tucking the beard would make his dad very susceptible to whatever was asked of him.

Here was Siren Cove again. After weeks in the no-magic world, with only the songs of ordinary people, it was like walking into a wall of music notes. His son started to hum Lara's song, and wasn't that terrifying. Bach barked at him to shut the fuck up, immediately apologized right away, and explained that you just couldn't sing everyone's song like that.
It didn't get better when the boy asked "Who?" a few minutes later, only for Bach to discover that he had been singing Alfie's song. Alfred had looked up from the boy's lap like he knew exactly what was going on. Which was impossible, because Bach didn't even know that, so why would a cat.

For a second Bach wanted to sing his old land-lady into an accepting lull, so he could spend his money on other things, but that wasn't fair to her. He knew how unfair life was, and he didn't want to participate in making it worse for anyone. So he paid, and he moved back in, with a real bed, a kiddy bed, and a lot of healthy food.

Bach wanted to go see Lara alone, but his son started humming about being deserted and Alfred put his claws in Bach's shoulders whenever he tried to lift him off.

So here Bach was, back in Siren Cove. A ginger cat next to him, and a little dark-haired four year-old, eyes so very similar to his father's, in his arms. Almost ready to face whatever was necessary.

ooc Find Bach on the way to/in Watersong

"The salty sea sighs
the wind leaves its edges of salt
Everyone - unwittingly - says
goodbye
to the promise of the Summer-"

Bach stopped stringing his guitar. The ocean had been calling, it was clear that there was a story waiting, but right now his mind couldn't catch up with his fingers. The guitar already knew, while he was struggling to get the pieces together.

"Fuck." He punched the sand next to him before getting up from his beach chair for a stretch. Corry was sweet, but he couldn't have sex with his half-sister wasn't possible in his book. And he had kind of looked forward to sex, the last time had been too long. Maybe he should find Essie ..

"Where the fuck did I come up with unwittingly anyway? That's not a story-word .."

Bach pressed the elevator button four times before he remembered that there was maintenance this week. Just like the previous week. He sighed and started going up the stairs. Hopefully Cinderella wasn't too angry. Hopefully he could sleep and forget about the abuse the bitch queen had heaped upon him.

Nebuchadnezzar 'Bach' Jones

A half-breed musician in Siren Cove

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