Agustín wasn't totally oblivious, and noticed the stumbling sea creature approaching him. He felt nervous for only the slightest of moments, before he saw the state it was in. It.. Wouldn't be doing anything.
"...Mallon, you can get out of here." He said, and pointed the compass in their direction. The arm spun and pointed to a location on the face of the compass, one that would have really meant nothing to Mallon even if they could see it.
A portal opened up beside them, but the only way that Mallon would notice was the sound of the sparks flying off of the perimeter and the scent..
It was Hannah's room, for sure. Last time they had been there, their own scent had been part of it, but it seemed basically all gone now. Just Hannah remained.
.. and as they got close to the portal, another sound would become clear. Hannah sobbing. Sounded like she was under a blanket. @em | mallon 🎣 + kenji 🌒
2Mallon flinches at the sound of their name, earfins pinning back flat against their head. They slowly start to shuffle forwards towards Agustin’s voice, hating every second of having to blindly trust his words, but when the portal opens next to them with a soft crackle of sparks they jump with another sharp hiss.
This is how they go home? This unknown, unexplained thing that they have no way of understanding? Something cold, the wind perhaps, or maybe a hand, tugs at their tangled and matted hair and brings with it a numbing sense of a broadened fear they aren’t quite aware of the word for.
And then it reaches them, a scent so achingly familiar that they’d never noticed before as much as they do now.
(Hannah.) They take one step, then another, then another, hope no longer able to be seen on their face but yet laced in every motion.
(……Hannah?) That fear slithers back in, tucking itself between the cracks and lodging in deep enough to hurt. No. This could not be real.
(Hannah.) They don’t care if it’s not real. It has to be. Even if it’s just another trick like the last. That must have been and this must be.
Mallon whimpers, a soft, keening note pulled from deep in their chest. It falls, unsteadily at first, then stronger, into a louder sort of humming vocalization mixed with clicks and unlike any sound anyone here would have heard from them. Instinct and desperation power their exhausted movement forward and through the portal, chasing the distraught sobs that they hope to never hear again.
Hannah, however, would be familiar with the sound. Grumbled, with the sun rising early in the morning, and laughed, splashing down after her into the creek. Loud, echoing through the hallways of the house, and soft, curling together in their bed late at night. The sound of her name in Mallon’s native language, over and over and over again, as they stumble through their portal into the room. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽
2 Mallon flinches at the sound of their name, earfins pinning back flat against their head. They slowly start to shuffle forwards towards Agustin’s voice, hating every second of having to blindly trust his words, but when the portal opens next to them with a soft crackle of sparks they jump with another sharp hiss.
This is how they go home? This unknown, unexplained thing that they have no way of understanding? Something cold, the wind perhaps, or maybe a hand, tugs at their tangled and matted hair and brings with it a numbing sense of a broadened fear they aren’t quite aware of the word for.
And then it reaches them, a scent so achingly familiar that they’d never noticed before as much as they do now.
(Hannah.) They take one step, then another, then another, hope no longer able to be seen on their face but yet laced in every motion.
(……Hannah?) That fear slithers back in, tucking itself between the cracks and lodging in deep enough to hurt. No. This could not be real.
(Hannah.) They don’t care if it’s not real. It has to be. Even if it’s just another trick like the last. That must have been and this must be.
Mallon whimpers, a soft, keening note pulled from deep in their chest. It falls, unsteadily at first, then stronger, into a louder sort of humming vocalization mixed with clicks and unlike any sound anyone here would have heard from them. Instinct and desperation power their exhausted movement forward and through the portal, chasing the distraught sobs that they hope to never hear again.
Hannah, however, would be familiar with the sound. Grumbled, with the sun rising early in the morning, and laughed, splashing down after her into the creek. Loud, echoing through the hallways of the house, and soft, curling together in their bed late at night. The sound of her name in Mallon’s native language, over and over and over again, as they stumble through their portal into the room. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽
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