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jasonwright) wrote2014-11-15 03:04 pm
jasonwright) wrote2014-11-15 03:04 pm
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[CIRCLE OF SIRENS] Taken at the Docks
It's early Saturday morning, around 4am, when Jason kisses a half-asleep Iris and says his goodbye before he heads out of the apartment building. He agreed to work this Saturday on the boat, get some extra cash for the upcoming holiday, even if he'd rather still be in bed, wrapped around his girlfriend. Jason pulls his coat closed and zips it up as he walks through Siren Cove, the town quiet and most of its residents still asleep. It's a normal-looking Saturday morning, even with the fog that rolls in near the docks. It's really not that uncommon for Jason to walk though a thick fog so early in the morning.
The closer he moves toward it though, the weirder the fog feels. It looks normal, but it feels...different, heavy. And what draws him toward it is a voice. A voice he knows, crisp, clear, and beautiful, singing to him louder as he gets closer. It's Iris, humming one of her little tunes she usually sings, especially when she's happily cooking. Before he knows it, the world around him changes and he seems to walk through some kind of door. When he passes through the door, Jason immediately recognizes where he is. He's in his family's home in Alaska. Jason pauses and looks around. This isn't right. But Iris' singing pulls him further into the home, until he finds her in the kitchen, cooking Thanksgiving dinner with...his mom, his sister Ana, and his brother John.
"There he is!" John beams, looking up from a bowl of pie filling. Iris is hovering behind him, adding a few ingredients and instructing him on how to stir, but she looks up and smiles when she sees Jason. She crosses the length of the kitchen in just a few strides and throws her arms around Jason, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.
"There's my favourite husband." Her nose wrinkles in that cute way Jason loves and he feels his chest tighten when she calls him her husband. Ana is the next to move toward him and wow. She's beautiful, mature, and her smile is kind and inviting. This Ana is different from when they were children. She pulls Jason into a hug, one he's longed for for almost twenty years. They were rivals as kids. But the way she hugs him now feels like she loves him and sees him as her equal.
"About time you got home, sailor," she teases. "Iris insisted on making everything you love."
And then his mother appears before him and Jason instinctively takes a step back from her. She tilts her head and holds out her arms. "Sweetheart, come here. It's bad enough I'm third in line to get a hug from you." And before he can protest, his mom's pulled him into her and it's...overwhelming. Jason sinks into her arms. He's never been hugged by her like this before. There's love there instead of disappointment. "Now, go with Iris and wash up. We're eating in ten."
With a kiss on his cheek, his mom leaves him to go back to work on the feast and Jason feels a bit empty when she lets him go. But Iris takes his arm, folding her hand into his. "Come on, hon." She tugs him out of the kitchen and toward his old bedroom. Jason feels...complete right now. He's confused, but he has Iris and his family actually accepting him. But as Iris opens the door of his room, the memories he has of the bedroom fade and are replaced by darkness and dizziness. Jason feels Iris' grip slip away and he reaches for her again, but when he turns, she's gone. Instead he's met with a damp wall and he feels his breath leave his body as the coldness of his surroundings finally hits him.
Blinking for a few minutes, Jason looks around. He's definitely not in his family's home. And he's not at the docks. He's in a cave with a few other people, everyone looking confused and more than a little scared.
ooc: Jason never showed up for work at the docks or later that day at the shop with Davin. The captain of the boat would probably notice his absence and contact some people after they returned to the dock to see if he was alright~
The closer he moves toward it though, the weirder the fog feels. It looks normal, but it feels...different, heavy. And what draws him toward it is a voice. A voice he knows, crisp, clear, and beautiful, singing to him louder as he gets closer. It's Iris, humming one of her little tunes she usually sings, especially when she's happily cooking. Before he knows it, the world around him changes and he seems to walk through some kind of door. When he passes through the door, Jason immediately recognizes where he is. He's in his family's home in Alaska. Jason pauses and looks around. This isn't right. But Iris' singing pulls him further into the home, until he finds her in the kitchen, cooking Thanksgiving dinner with...his mom, his sister Ana, and his brother John.
"There he is!" John beams, looking up from a bowl of pie filling. Iris is hovering behind him, adding a few ingredients and instructing him on how to stir, but she looks up and smiles when she sees Jason. She crosses the length of the kitchen in just a few strides and throws her arms around Jason, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.
"There's my favourite husband." Her nose wrinkles in that cute way Jason loves and he feels his chest tighten when she calls him her husband. Ana is the next to move toward him and wow. She's beautiful, mature, and her smile is kind and inviting. This Ana is different from when they were children. She pulls Jason into a hug, one he's longed for for almost twenty years. They were rivals as kids. But the way she hugs him now feels like she loves him and sees him as her equal.
"About time you got home, sailor," she teases. "Iris insisted on making everything you love."
And then his mother appears before him and Jason instinctively takes a step back from her. She tilts her head and holds out her arms. "Sweetheart, come here. It's bad enough I'm third in line to get a hug from you." And before he can protest, his mom's pulled him into her and it's...overwhelming. Jason sinks into her arms. He's never been hugged by her like this before. There's love there instead of disappointment. "Now, go with Iris and wash up. We're eating in ten."
With a kiss on his cheek, his mom leaves him to go back to work on the feast and Jason feels a bit empty when she lets him go. But Iris takes his arm, folding her hand into his. "Come on, hon." She tugs him out of the kitchen and toward his old bedroom. Jason feels...complete right now. He's confused, but he has Iris and his family actually accepting him. But as Iris opens the door of his room, the memories he has of the bedroom fade and are replaced by darkness and dizziness. Jason feels Iris' grip slip away and he reaches for her again, but when he turns, she's gone. Instead he's met with a damp wall and he feels his breath leave his body as the coldness of his surroundings finally hits him.
Blinking for a few minutes, Jason looks around. He's definitely not in his family's home. And he's not at the docks. He's in a cave with a few other people, everyone looking confused and more than a little scared.
ooc: Jason never showed up for work at the docks or later that day at the shop with Davin. The captain of the boat would probably notice his absence and contact some people after they returned to the dock to see if he was alright~
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Sitting Iris at the table, Lara moves on instinct to make the tea. "You can feel him? That's good. It means he's still alright. Especially if he's angry." Letting that sink in, Lara finished up with the tea, putting a mug down in front of Iris. "A little scared and a lot angry is a good thing. Means he can fight back." She said quietly.
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Lara sat beside Iris and rubbed a hand over her back. "We'll find him. We just need to figure out where to start." She smiled reassuringly. "Where did you last see him?"
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