Sing shalala.
Terrence surfaced momentarily for air before diving down, noticing that Nanette’s blurry figure had stopped flailing and the tentacles were squeezing closer around it. Mercifully, his mist-form daggers had stayed in his shorts pocket and he pulled them out, turning them into their true celestial bronze form. It was nearly impossible to swim with daggers, but he made his best at it. He had gotten into this mess with her and he’d get out the same way.
He reached the curling thing, kicking frantically as the tentacles wrapped around his legs. As he finally approached the peacefully unconscious Nanette and sliced off the tentacles binding her, he felt more wrapping around him, but used every muscle in his aching body to try to reach the surface.
She was in blissful silence and darkness, but something was niggling in the distance. Something like a light was at the end, as she floated within the edges of consciousness. There was that little hum she heard above her, or the swishing and groaning sound at the bottom, and she became a little bit more aware of her surroundings. There was that light again, flickering, but getting brighter, and she was suddenly pulled away from the confines of her subconscious.
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Sing shalala.
Terrence fought against the current. There was something like a whirlpool in the center of the lake, and something like black tentacles kept grabbing at his frantically kicking feet. He kicked a few rocks, but he couldn’t touch the bottom. “Nannette?” he called again, diving down into the murky water.
He opened his eyes and saw almost nothing but a mess of writhing limbs. There she is, he realized, biting his tongue as the girl was mostly engulfed in the mass of black. His underwater vision wasn’t quite par to some demigods, but he could basically make out a massive, tentacled beast being beaten down by rocks but still curled around Nanette and likely unwilling to let her go.
Terrence took a gulp of air and dove down, kicking as quickly as he could toward her and shaking off any errant tentacles that tried to pull him deeper under.
Her mind was quite alert, but her senses weren’t cooperating. The colors started fading to grey, but she still kept looking around, for anything more substantial than pebbles. Which, she did. A large rock seemed to subdue some of the tentacles, but it still wouldn’t let go.
She saw a figure also trying to battle the creature, but she didn’t quite have enough time to process it when there was one flash of bright light, and then sudden darkness.
(Source: thebrazencreek)
ooc: Tumblr is being really confusing.
So, if I disappear, I am either on twitter, playing Tetris Battle, watching hankgames, or doing my Chem/Eng/Phys project.
Sing shalala.
Terrence kept swimming as the water grew warmer. He figured he was just getting used to it, grinning and flicking the water as he surfaced. “You do get used to it,” he called out to Nanette, but he felt no comprehensible response. He looked around and saw nothing of the girl. “N-nanette?” he shouted, furrowing his brow and only hearing a few faint, panicked thoughts. He looked around the edge of the lake and saw nothing out of the ordinary. “Shit,” he mumbled as a large wave of water shuddered through him. “Nanette?”
He still got no response, but the panicky thoughts were louder and the waves were growing faster and warmer. Terrence bit his lip nervously and dove under, suspicious that something down there was causing the waves.
Kick and scream all she might, the thing wouldn’t let go. It was then that she direly wished she had some sort of weapon to protect herself. She opened her eyes, and saw no plant life within sight, and squeezed them shut again, one word repeating in her thoughts: “Help”.
Which did come, but in a form she didn’t quite expect. She saw rocks on the lake bed, and now they were terrorizing the creature. It didn’t do much other than made it angry, and her lungs were close to bursting, and her vision was starting to dim.
(Source: thebrazencreek)
I’m eating bagels.
Somehow, when I see bagels, I remember the name Carter. Oddly familiar, but I can’t seem to place my hand on it.
Would anybody like one?
ooc: #mylifeisthompsonhigh
American Secrets: Parachute
Oh she looks back and waves as she slips inside
Every hope in the world and those bright blue eyes
I’m still dancing along with the way it was
Sing shalala.
“I’m sorry,” Terrence replied, shivering. Nanette was practically an open book, and he liked that about her. He dove deeper to get used to the temperature, shoving his hair out of his face and gasping for breath when he came up. “Gods, that’s cold,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, wondering how Nanette could handle it so easily.
She waved a hand, to say that it was alright, though she still kept on going father and farther into the lake, for no apparent reason. It started getting warmer, but it felt quite odd. Like being in a sauna in the middle of a tundra. She submerged herself to investigate, but things didn’t go quite as planned as something - slimy and gross and black - latched onto her ankle and pulled her roughly, deeper into the lake.
(Source: thebrazencreek)
Sing shalala.
Terrence understood what Nanette meant, although he was quite sure he didn’t understand sign language and his mind-reading skills were typically faulty. Must be the lack of a voice that makes her easy to understand, he figured. He rolled his eyes slightly and laughed, pulling off his shirt and wading in a little further. She was right: it was freezing, but a comforting sort of cold. He jumped in completely and surfaced closer to Nanette.
She was surprised at the sudden jump, and took a step backwards, to accommodate him, wherever he’d resurface. It was useless anyway, as he still came up closer. Did you really have to be so close? Her look said, starting to move her legs in order to keep afloat as she started going deeper into the lake. She wanted to verbalise it (as well as she could), but it was a challenge to keep her hands up long enough to say so.
(Source: thebrazencreek)
