[ the wail of a tormented spirit reverberates on the ocean wind, made eerie with its erratic spray and, to the casual passerby, the deep and flooding claw marks that lead from small puddle to incomprehensibly large one. the increasingly wet sand offers no further purchase, and when the tips of waves crash into his digging fingers, he knows there are no other options but the drink. ]
[ the first wave crashes in over his head puts a brine-burn in his sinuses right between his eyes. it recedes with Rokurou's deepening footsteps, but the next one that crashes over his shoulders only drags them in deeper, water giving heavy bodies a buoyant pull. he's laying in Rokurou's wake instead of hanging over it as the water reaches chests, and every drowning flip-flop splish-splash would draw predators to him were he not already claimed by the biggest one for miles. ]
[ when it comes to let him go or let him die, there only inevitability is Guanshan springing back up right side out of the waves, wreathed in dead seaweed and some nocturnal aquatic creature with suckers shellacked to a cheek. spraying out the nautical sinus flush from his mouth is, of course, aimed right at Rokurou's face. ]
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[ the wail of a tormented spirit reverberates on the ocean wind, made eerie with its erratic spray and, to the casual passerby, the deep and flooding claw marks that lead from small puddle to incomprehensibly large one. the increasingly wet sand offers no further purchase, and when the tips of waves crash into his digging fingers, he knows there are no other options but the drink. ]
[ the first wave crashes in over his head puts a brine-burn in his sinuses right between his eyes. it recedes with Rokurou's deepening footsteps, but the next one that crashes over his shoulders only drags them in deeper, water giving heavy bodies a buoyant pull. he's laying in Rokurou's wake instead of hanging over it as the water reaches chests, and every drowning flip-flop splish-splash would draw predators to him were he not already claimed by the biggest one for miles. ]
[ when it comes to let him go or let him die, there only inevitability is Guanshan springing back up right side out of the waves, wreathed in dead seaweed and some nocturnal aquatic creature with suckers shellacked to a cheek. spraying out the nautical sinus flush from his mouth is, of course, aimed right at Rokurou's face. ]
You're really such a fuckin' asshole.