Isobel Brandt \\ Persephone (praxidike) wrote in paxemerituslog, @ 2018-02-01 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | hades, persephone |
baby you're found in clear conditions
Who: Obed & Isobel.
What: Isobel has a nightmare; Obed helps out, but neither are aware of what's to come.
Where: Their apartment, then the roof.
When: February 1.
Isobel stood at the sink for a long moment, watching the water run down the drain. Everything that spilled from the facet was clear, but for the smallest increment of time she could have sworn it bore a faint shimmer of red. She studied it more closely, leaning over the counter. No, it was clear—everything that struck the plates, the cutlery from the dinner she'd just shared with Obed was covered in transparent liquid. She sighed, took up a sponge, and set to work.
Metal clicked gently against porcelain, and the meditative act of cleansing the plates of their meal soon soothed her mind. She was so lost in her own absence of thought that she didn't hear the person walking up behind her, their soft footfall hidden by the homey sounds of dishes being transmuted into something useful. Isobel startled when arms wrapped around her, though their cold touch was not immediately off putting. She snuggled back against what she thought was one familiar form, though she had no idea...
"Obed," she laughed, holding a dish and a sponge up, both hands dripping into the sink, the faucet still running water. "What's gotten into you? My hands are all wet—"
"That's not the only part of you that'll be wet," a familiar voice said, and Isobel gasped as dampness soaked through the back of her shirt. Plate and sponge fell, one cracking as it struck the sink, the other bouncing off the counter and hitting the floor with a wet plop. Isobel whirled, shoving the stranger away, her eyes widening to see Bryan—Bryan, soaked head to toe, wrapped in kelp, a barnacle stuck on one side of his mouth while the other was cut open to reveal a long pearl string of teeth. He grinned, leering at her, a wide puddle of murky brown seawater around his feet on the floor.
"What, don't like what you see?" He took a step toward her, his boots squishing on the tile. Something black with too many feet scuttled out of the open side of his jaw, moving up over his face and disappearing over his sodden hair. Isobel shuddered, pressing back against the counter with no room to run.
"This is what you did, Isobel. Didn't think about it, did you?" He jabbed a finger in her face, forcing her back against the counter as hard as she could press herself. A defensive hand rose, trying to ward him off before he came any closer. Her other hand groped at the counter for anything that might work as a weapon, but all the drying dishes were on the opposite side of the sink.
"Obed? Obed!" Her cries grew increasingly panicked, but wherever her newly minted husband had disappeared to, he was not to be found.
"Oh, don't worry," Bryan crooned, closing the space between them slowly. "I took care of him already." Isobel grimaced, her heart clenching in her chest. Wrinkled, greenish hands came to her throat, Isobel doing her best to claw him back. Instead of hurting him, she merely peeled away sheafs of skin, making her own crawl like bugs were running from him onto her flesh. She tried to slap his face, but his hands closed around her throat, squeezing.
"This is too easy, but I'll take what I can get," Bryan said, wrenching her throat closed with a vice-like grip. Isobel squeaked, her eyes bulging from her skull as black ringed the edges of her vision. She ripped uselessly at his hands again, and again, and again, gaining only more darkness in her gaze as it slowly swallowed her up.