you know my dreams :: fiesta (ghosts & swimming)

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jikai 'toji' horrel -- male - witchling - 21 - homosexual polyromantic - attack in [color=#FFD700]#FFD700 & tag [member=1929]jikai ![/member] - speech/thought in #151B54

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Location: Beach
Bingo Slot(s): Hunting Ghosts & Go Swimming
Post Number: One

had tonight been an average night, jikai would have found himself coiled deep in his blankets, soothed by the nighttime noises made by the ocean lapping against the rocky beach. no, tonight he was out among the rocks, walking in the surf and following his senses.

he had been woken early, woken by the whispers of the wind, of snatches of voices in his ears. his wards had been set off around his small shack, the young witch becoming more alert as he felt a medley of violent and passive emotions overwhelm his senses until he could catch his breathe and force the spirits away.

he had to remember to pick up some iron items for his home, to keep the fae and sprites from his doors and step. he might be inclined towards nature within his magickal bounds, but on the other hand, he liked having a domestic life free of pine needles stabbing into the soles of his feet and squirrels nesting in his bedposts.

so why was he out in the surf exactly? why was he letting the cold white foam swirl up around his ankles and climb it's way up his calves to his thighs? he had been drawn like a puppet commanded by string and unsure commands, to come to the beach, the feeling of hands pushing him from his cozy hearth out through the woods on a wild chase. what he seemed was always out of sight, just around the corner, or holding itself so still as he passed on his mad dash.

his sprint had ended in the sea, water pushing up to and pulling away from his legs, an aching voice crooning out in the water, capturing the weak strings of his lonely broken heart that lay in shards at the bottom of his ribs. his heart thundered in his chest, slowing by the cold water's interference. he should have known by the first ward tripping that he was being called by a siren, a siren who had taken the voice of some long ago face he had known and voice he had loved more than the world itself. underlying the rich voice that he heard, he could hear the soft laughter of his lost son, his heart squeezing in longing for a time of which he could only remember in patches.

was it a ghost that he chased now, hunting down the last fading steps as they raced across the water that he must wade into, his face red with wind and tears as he screamed for them not to leave. the voice he longed for cut off suddenly, leaving the witch deep in the waters as it slithered into the water with a violent splash, panic over coming the young man's body so suddenly. water flooded his mouth and nose, hands raking the water as he kicked, fighting the fear of drowning as he called out for the plants he knew must be in the water. he was losing himself to the surf as his legs became entangled in the long creeping seaweed that refused to obey his jumbled and confused commands. he gave one desperate cry, knowing that his lack of ability to swim would be the one thing to kill him tonight. [color=#151B54]"Somebody, help!" he choked out, voice ringing over waters that slipped and splashed, his head disappearing under water as he struggled to claw his way to the surface for air.