[MINGLE] PLOT: Siren's Call

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: August 25-26
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Mental manipulation, drowning, death
NOTES: Details here. This post is for EVERYONE, not just the affected. Please make sure and note if your thread is locked for plot purposes.

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It began slowly.

A wisp of song or familiar sound on the breeze swept in from the lake. No source to be found, only the uneasy feeling it had been heard before as it coiled itself steadily inside the minds of the chosen. The sound was a mantra, pulsing soft at first and then louder, growing over days until it seemed to fill the skull, relentless. Come here, the lake whispered, cajoled, shouted. It is cool and quiet beneath the waves.

Come here, it presses now in time with the melody until there is nothing but to blindly follow. The water is calling.

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[morphogenia]

The sharp pain from the rope pressed against her feels deserved after what happened. That morbid thought doesn't actually stop Kamala from seeking out more comfort from Owen. She buries her head against his shoulder as she's shifted up.

It's something that he forgives her even if she's still upset with herself. She spares him the melodrama of not being ready to forgive herself yet by at least acknowledging what he said. "Okay.... okay." She lets out a sharp exhale. "I just want to go home."

[underpinnings]

One thing you don't do, even if you fuck up the first thing you don't do by getting involved in the first place--is make promises. He's fucked for that first one, he's still dripping lake water from his clothes and hefting her up to settle in his arms.

But it's such a small thing; it's a walk, despite all the things that could go wrong along the way.

"I promise, we'll get you there soon."