Chase Harper (chaseharper) wrote in darkmark_rising, @ 2010-01-22 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase harper, hestia jones |
WHO: Chase Harper and ... Hestia Jones!
WHAT: Crying. And bitching. And swimming.
WHERE: The Black Lake.
WHEN: Now. RIGHT NOW.
RATING: PG.
STATUS: INcomplete.
The water was mostly frozen, at least on top, because the lake house many mysterious and wonderful things that Chase didn't even know existed. They lurked beneath the ice that gave the illusion of the lake being completely impassable. But the boy had treats for the giant squid and he intended to say hello at the very least. He often found himself sitting on a pier that hung straight over the water, something that allowed him access without having to go swimming. Chase was never taught how to swim for many reasons. Which was why, despite his love for the giant squid, he couldn't be with the giant squid. He'd surely drown. This hadn't kept him from trying in the past and wouldn't keep him from trying in the future.
The present, however, had Chase dangling a rather large fish over the water, a large piece of the ice had been carved out with magic and the water, beyond the first two inches, was actually very, very warm. Warm enough to enjoy a nice soak. But he wasn't capable of swimming. So he wasn't going to try it. Even though he wanted to. When the fish failed to attract the squid's attention, he stuck his toes in, wiggling them happily at first until he couldn't feel them anymore.
He wished that could happen with Mafalda. He didn't want to feel it anymore. His rejection had been a hard thing, something he hadn't really thought through that well. He felt dumb for asking and even worse for having imposed his feelings upon her. But he couldn't help it. Every fiber of his being pleaded to be with her. He hated hearing Fabian talk about his interest in girls and now he knew the boy liked Mafalda, too. Except Fabian was slightly normal and Chase wasn't. And obviously, Mafalda would like him better. Chase wanted to cry. Instead, he stripped down to his boxers and committed himself to becoming a squid, even as the snow fell around him, touching his bare skin, melting upon contact.
"DO YOU HEAR ME, SQUIDDLY?" he cried out to the beast below, watching as something raced past him, probably in anticipation of an early christmas dinner. "I AM GOING TO MARRY YOU. BECAUSE I AM GOING TO BE A SQUID NOW. AND--" he stopped talking, his voice catching in his throat as hot tears stung his eyes and pulled his yell to a harsh, choking stop. "AND--" He tried again, trying not to cry, trying not to sound stupid. "SQUIDDLY!!!!!!!!!" The cry was something full of anguish and betrayal. But it did get a rise out of the squid, who seemed to understand in her own way, as she reached a tentacle up and attached the suckers to his face, giving him kisses and leaving large pucker marks in return. He slipped the fish onto the suckers, rubbing his face where the purple marks would surely be, grateful for them, even though they hurt. He sat on the dock and let her tickle his feet with her long limbs, grateful for her attention.