Watercry - The FestivalThe boy puzzled over and over. So many weird things had happened since he'd gotten here. He wondered if it had caused as drastic change in Sophie. Everyone he saw around the castle was extrememly worried about her. This made it all too clear that her behavior lately had been unusual and alarming. And now she was missing altogether.
Joseph wandered the castle in frustration. When something troubled him, he couldn't sit; he had to move on somewhere. He didn't care to stop and speak with anyone, and he didn't care to find any place in particular. The barrage of things unsaid to him were pulsing in his mind, making him feel sick and perfectly, lethally functional all at the same time. He went through all that he could remember repeatedly, making sure there were no details left out. The time could've been midnight or four in the morning. He didn't know and he didn't care. Sleep wasn't happening and he couldn't feel an ounce of it anyway. Everything was culminating inside like it hadn't in a
Watercry - Breaking The IceJoseph sat reclined against the backboard of his bed, guitar in his arms, strumming whatever his fingers pulled out of his head. So far, the riff sounded really cool. It had a 'Stairway To Heaven' feel, but he knew he wasn't copying anything. He was almost amazed at what was going on right now. Why hadn't he accepted all this before? He was treated like a celebrity here. All the time in the world to relax, chill with the tunes in his head, get people to bring him food because he was too lazy to move his own butt--he was all good. Sure, having to see Koios again wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world. The thing had literally attempted to bite his head off, but the guitar made a good snake charmer. Joseph thought it was really funny that the snake thing seemed to like Carlos Santana a lot. Maybe he was a Latin snake.
And then, of course, there was the time when he was interrupted by Sophie's dork of a fiance. The guy was so lost on everything around him, Joseph almost pitied him. He
Watercry - Snake DreamsJoseph clamped himself where he was. They were really out to get him now. This was unreal. Please let this be fake, please let this be fake, please let me wake up on that stupid bench, cuz it got weird the second I left it! his mind tried to console him.
"I don't think we want to do that exactly," Sophie interrupted. Joseph looked at her in confusion. Was she just trying to make it sound like they weren't trying to mess with his mind. Technically, a sedation wouldn't be any different, not the way he saw it going.
"Noooo...?" Koios said, drawing it out. For a creature coming to 'help' him out, the thing was sure creepy. It was like Tom Petty in a snake's body.
"No." This time Nana spoke. "He isn't going to need that." Doctor Adrastos turned to her with a look that seemed to Joseph like amused interest. He looked less like a doctor and more like a dragon trying to dress like the Mad Hatter. The doctor looked her in the eyes a moment and then nodded.
"I see," he said. He motioned for Koio
Watercry - The God of Ice and MusicIt wasn't a voice that told him, but the simple notion in his mind that said "You're not done yet," and made Joseph afraid for what he would see next. It was like the passing period between classes in school. Just long enough to get out of the one and transition to the other. Just not long enough to recover or relax. But he was beginning to wake up once again, and he was going straight into the next memory.
He felt it first in his fingers, like they were moving around very quickly, in some odd fashion. Then he saw a set of four keyboards before him, the second and third of which his hands were playing on, and organ music bounced everywhere in the chamber he was in. Joseph hadn't been opened up so much to church music, or much classical stuff as a matter of fact, but so far he liked it. He didn't think that Isyc would actually know how to play an instrument, but then he should've known at least one if he was the God of Music. Joseph figured, if he had a past version of himself, he would
Madeline and Sam - It's In The Rain SometimesIt was surprisingly peaceful to walk in the pouring rain. Madeline didn't care that she would come home absolutely soaked, freezing, and numb. Somehow, today it gave her a sense of freedom. She could do anything in this rain and not have a care in the world. As cheesy as the phrase sounded, she took into account what that saying really meant. She was nowhere close to having no cares or worries, but maybe she could pretend.
The feeling made her think of when Sam had used to walk with her. Rain or shine, he would meet her at the same corner every day and they could talk and laugh all the way to her door. Madeline imagined him joining at her side when she came to the corner. She pictured him in his dark blue jacket, with the hood pulled up. And maybe the plain black t-shirt underneath, and the casual blue jeans and his black sneakers. And he would still need a shave, not that she minded; she liked how he looked with a little scruff. She suddenly felt like dancing and with a contented sigh
Madeline and Sam - The Break, Sam's Side"Bye, Sam," had been all.
That was it. And then she had left.
Sam hadn't ever imagined how hard it would be to hear those words. They pierced him like a knife between the ribs. For a minute he just stood there wrestling with the echoing phrase in his head and the difficulty to breathe. Then, reluctantly, he shut the door. Not moving, he kept his hand on the knob and stared at it. The urge to open it again and hopefully see her face was so strong. Turning the knob, he opened the door wide again only to see no one standing there. Of course he wouldn't. That had been a stupid thought. But he couldn't move away from the door. For minutes he was in a terrible game, taking his hand off and on the knob, unable to decide where to go.
Finally, he banged his fists against the door in frustration and leaned his head on it, crying out angrily. A sudden emptiness enveloped him and nearly swallowed him whole. But then he turned the knob once more and crossed the threshold, his mind made up to go aft
Madeline and Sam - The Break, Madeline's SideMadeline knocked on the door and then squeezed her eyes shut tight for a moment in excitement. Her heart had the pace of a rabbit and it seemed like it had also been attached to a subwoofer inside her ears. The door opened and for a second simply the sight of Sam's face made her want to fly. But then she noticed the solemn complexion and her excitement sunk like a ball and chain.
"Maddi, I, uh wasn't expecting to see you," he said, a hint of disappointment escaping his casual tone. His eyes wouldn't meet hers.
"Sam, are you all right?" she asked.
He looked down at his feet, then from side to side, as if he didn't want to answer. "No," he said.
Madeline felt an instant concern for whatever the matter was and all previous ideas were forgotten.
"Well, what is it?" she urged. After a difficult silence, she continued. "What is it Sam? What happened?"
After a moment, he looked up into her face with those sad brown eyes and said, "I shouldn't see you anymore."
Madeline was taken aback. W