Agnes stared out at the horizon quiet and thoughtful.
“Do you like the beach?” Jack asked. He had been surprised when she had appeared early in the morning, led him to the tube and then a bus. It was early enough there were only the occasional tourist not even the workers out yet.
“I’ve never been,” Agnes told him.
“You’ve never see the ocean?” That seemed impossible.
“Not like this, not on the shore. It’s big.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah. Goes on forever.”
“Are you afraid?” Agnes pulled her eyes away from the endless sea back to Jack. Jack felt his face heat at her attention.
“No? I know how to swim.”
She seemed pleased by that answer, but he didn’t quite know why.
“Did you want to dip your feet in?”
“Hm?”
Jack shucked off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. He walked forward letting the ocean foam cover his calves. He put his hand out to her.
Agnes didn’t go forward. She would burn his hand. She would boil the sea. Her anger was deep and hot. That she had missed this. That this place didn’t belong to her. That–
Jack seemed to realize her reluctance and didn’t egg her on. Instead he bent down and scooped into the water, then headed back to her side.
“Here, for you.” He held out the pretty shell, dropped it into her hand. The inside glistened and shined.
“I like the beach,” Agnes decided. She gave him the smallest of smiles. “Lets keep walking.”
Agnes stared out at the horizon quiet and thoughtful.
“Do you like the beach?” Jack asked. He had been surprised when she had appeared early in the morning, led him to the tube and then a bus. It was early enough there were only the occasional tourist not even the workers out yet.
“I’ve never been,” Agnes told him.
“You’ve never see the ocean?” That seemed impossible.
“Not like this, not on the shore. It’s big.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah. Goes on forever.”
“Are you afraid?” Agnes pulled her eyes away from the endless sea back to Jack. Jack felt his face heat at her attention.
“No? I know how to swim.”
She seemed pleased by that answer, but he didn’t quite know why.
“Did you want to dip your feet in?”
“Hm?”
Jack shucked off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. He walked forward letting the ocean foam cover his calves. He put his hand out to her.
Agnes didn’t go forward. She would burn his hand. She would boil the sea. Her anger was deep and hot. That she had missed this. That this place didn’t belong to her. That–
Jack seemed to realize her reluctance and didn’t egg her on. Instead he bent down and scooped into the water, then headed back to her side.
“Here, for you.” He held out the pretty shell, dropped it into her hand. The inside glistened and shined.
“I like the beach,” Agnes decided. She gave him the smallest of smiles. “Lets keep walking.”
I took the religious imagery and broke the dial off and oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how fragile the dial was here let me try and shit fuck oh god I broke it it’s leaking religious imagery everywhere oh my god fuck shit I’m so s
[ID: a picture of Jonah magnus / Elias Bouchard from the Magnus archives. He is wearing a dark green pinstripe suit with a yellow collared shirt and red tie. He is floating in front of a abstracted blood shot eye, with a blue grey iris with gold streaks throughout, the gold looking somewhat like a halo around jonah. His hands are held palm up at his sides, his palms coated in blood. Where his head should be is a collection of symmetrical eyes each looking in a different direction. Floating around him are yellowed scrolls with red writing messily scrawled on them. The next image is the same but highly pixelated.]
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