[ There's waves crashing in the distance but Herc doesn't stay quiet for too long as he starts his recording. ]
Hey, Willow. I'm...
[ Shuddering breath. ]
The ocean's calling. I think I'll be gone, soon, you know? If you're hearing this, I guess I am gone, now.
I'm sorry I won't be around. You're a tough girl, though, so I know you'll be able to take care of yourself. God knows you kept fishing me out of trouble, right?
You watch your back, keep your friends close. Don't... Don't let this place change you. You're a good kid. You care. Don't lose that.
[She knows something's not right as soon as the recording starts with the crash of waves on the shore, and alarm rises as soon as Herc begins to speak.
The ocean is calling.
He doesn't need to continue for her to understand what that means, and she leaves for the shore immediately. If Herc returns to the ocean, she's certain John will follow.
Denial ignites in her a faint glimmer of hope that she can stop them, and even if she can't, at least, if she's fast enough, maybe she can get there in time to say goodbye in person. Didn't John walk her all the way to the lighthouse home when she thought she might go home when the dream fell apart? Even if upon her arrival she realized she couldn't leave the people here she had come to care about behind.
The smoky form of her fox Omen is hot on her heels as she races to the lamp outside, slamming her palm down on it as soon as it's within reach. The mansion fades in an instant to be replaced with the familiar scene of the boardwalk, the shore, and the ocean.
She looks up and down the shoreline, trying to spot either of them through the fog and the darkness, but there's nothing but rocks, and sand, and the familiar sound of the sea. Puck hops down into the sand and paces up and down the beach, and she cups her hands around her mouth as she calls out, searching for them both.]
Herc! John!
[Puck looks up at her, ears down, and one paw in the air, and Willow nods in understanding. Her shoulders slump and her head drops as she leans on the railing, and reality settles in. It's too late. Whether by mere moments, or far longer, she isn't really sure. It doesn't matter.
For a long time, the lone figure stands on the boardwalk with the Omen at her side as they listen to roar of the waves as they crash on the shore. With a heavy sigh, she turns to go back home; two more names added to the list of Sleeper squids she will comb the shores for each month.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
voice; un: hansen
Date: 2022-05-02 12:36 pm (UTC)[ There's waves crashing in the distance but Herc doesn't stay quiet for too long as he starts his recording. ]
Hey, Willow. I'm...
[ Shuddering breath. ]
The ocean's calling. I think I'll be gone, soon, you know? If you're hearing this, I guess I am gone, now.
I'm sorry I won't be around. You're a tough girl, though, so I know you'll be able to take care of yourself. God knows you kept fishing me out of trouble, right?
You watch your back, keep your friends close. Don't... Don't let this place change you. You're a good kid. You care. Don't lose that.
[ A soft sigh, and then: ]
Take care of yourself.
Action!
Date: 2022-05-03 03:57 am (UTC)The ocean is calling.
He doesn't need to continue for her to understand what that means, and she leaves for the shore immediately. If Herc returns to the ocean, she's certain John will follow.
Denial ignites in her a faint glimmer of hope that she can stop them, and even if she can't, at least, if she's fast enough, maybe she can get there in time to say goodbye in person. Didn't John walk her all the way to the lighthouse home when she thought she might go home when the dream fell apart? Even if upon her arrival she realized she couldn't leave the people here she had come to care about behind.
The smoky form of her fox Omen is hot on her heels as she races to the lamp outside, slamming her palm down on it as soon as it's within reach. The mansion fades in an instant to be replaced with the familiar scene of the boardwalk, the shore, and the ocean.
She looks up and down the shoreline, trying to spot either of them through the fog and the darkness, but there's nothing but rocks, and sand, and the familiar sound of the sea. Puck hops down into the sand and paces up and down the beach, and she cups her hands around her mouth as she calls out, searching for them both.]
Herc! John!
[Puck looks up at her, ears down, and one paw in the air, and Willow nods in understanding. Her shoulders slump and her head drops as she leans on the railing, and reality settles in. It's too late. Whether by mere moments, or far longer, she isn't really sure. It doesn't matter.
For a long time, the lone figure stands on the boardwalk with the Omen at her side as they listen to roar of the waves as they crash on the shore. With a heavy sigh, she turns to go back home; two more names added to the list of Sleeper squids she will comb the shores for each month.]