dazlious | There's an anchor round my heart, dragging me down

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There's an anchor round my heart, dragging me down

WHO: James Sunderland, Laura (Silent Hill) and Harmony Cello (OC)
WHERE: On the road.
WHEN: Gravityverse, November.
WHAT: Lost people have a way of finding each other.
RATING: Probably PG.

The first snowflakes of the year were drifting down.

There was a time in his life when he would have been excited about that-- which was a very long time ago.

More recently was the time when he would have regarded it with apathy. Aside from being reminded that he might need to put on a coat, for the past three years, snow hadn't evoked much emotion in him.

But that was gone, too.

Now the sight instilled a flutter of dread in his stomach.

"JAMES! Hurry up, I'm cold!" came Laura's impatient shout from the car door.

"I'm trying, Laura," he muttered through gritted teeth, plunging his head back into the open hood of the car and reaching for the wrench again.

It had stalled on them for the third time this week, and he was starting to get worried.

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Once the little man was safely standing in his palm, James stood the rest of the way up-- slowly-- and started to head back into the other room.

He tiptoed past Laura's bed and over to his own-- gently depositing Harmony and the improvised sleeping bag on the opposite side of it. He didn't think Laura would pay even the slightest bit of attention to a sock on the floor, but just in case he was feeling like it'd still be a good idea for it to be relatively out of sight.

"We, uh, don't really have a set time we get up, but... um... want me to leave out some food?"

What did tiny angel people eat?

... Did they even NEED to eat?

Maybe they ate sunshine and fairy dust or something.

He hopped back to the carpeted earth and shook out his new sleeping bag. The angel peered inside experimentally and when he saw no minute creepy crawlies he slapped it down to the floor and started the awkward business of trying to wriggle inside, wings and all.

"I'm mostly just tired...but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to breakfast."

Once he was laying down, Harmony snatched his halo out of the air and tucked it down into his bag so that he didn't make any light.

"Good night, Other James...and thank you."

He ached all over. Anyone who'd ridden most of it in a smelly old van and then the rest of it crammed into a cup would too. He'd fully planned on laying awake and fretting and staring at the electrical outlet across from him but in no time at all he had fallen fast asleep, completely exhausted.

All things considered, it was in fact a very clean sock for someone who was homeless.

Harmony, you should totally be grateful.

"All right... and you're welcome."

James stood for a moment, before realizing that there really was no way to clear the air and dispel the general awkwardness of a tiny winged man sleeping on the floor in one of his socks, so he just cleared his throat and headed around to the other side of the bed. There was some general rustling as he sat down and pulled the covers over himself... and then silence.

The rest of the night passed without any major event.

For the fist few hours, exhaustion let Harmony sleep dreamlessly. Then the strangeness that followed James like a raincloud started to seep in. The little conscience was out in the open without any protection beyond a sock. He felt cold. His dreams slowly filled with cramped, wet, creaking halls that were unfamiliar to him.

Harmony almost always knew what he was having nightmares about. It wasn't like he had any shortage of material stowed away in the back of his mind--waiting for him if he were to ever blip home. He wandered these halls with a morbid curiosity but worry soon overtook him. There was a feeling that was starting to weigh down on him and make his feathers prickle. It was that awkward feeling you got when you were visiting a friend when you were little and they got in trouble with their parents.

It was light when the little king woke up but he never remembered opening his eyes. He simply became aware that there was light and that his feathers were still standing on end.

"Ugh."

The first thing Harmony would notice was that the television was on.

Not that he could see it from where his little sock-sleeping bag was, but the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons were loud and clear.

It was an old Powerpuff Girls episode being rerun, by the sounds of it-- and ALSO by the sounds of it (aka the dull snoring coming from directly above him), James was not the one watching.

Harmony shook all over and fetched his halo out of his sleepingsock. He balenced it on its orbit and sat up, stretching his wings. They creaked a little but finally the one he'd injured could unfold all the way without sending horrible stabs of pain into his spine. He gave them both a soft flap before letting them fall limp.

"Let's get 'em, girls!" came from the television as Blossom led the charge against evil.

Harmony's feathers, which had only just started to smooth out, stood on end again. That did not sound like a program that the man who rescued him from death by exposure would watch. He only had to duck a little to walk under the bed to the edge nearest the television. He peered out cautiously. Maybe the girl was still in bed. Maybe they had watched something else late last night and it swapped over to cartoons for the morning.

Harm, do YOU remember the TV being on last night?

PROBABLY NOT CUZ IT WASN'T.

From his new vantage point, he had a very nice view of the girls pummeling an equally-brightly-colored villain on the screen of a small TV set on the dresser-- and he also had a good view of a pair of skinny little legs merrily kicking away over the edge of the second bed.

Laura was awake, all right.

Oh, no...

Harmony withdrew out of sight. So the girl was up. He had to be quiet--perfectly quiet until James got up. He crept back toward his sock and dragged it under the bed with him for good measure.

And so he waited. And waited. Harmony hunkered under the bed cocooned in the sock and tried to ignore his growling stomach. There was no hope for him going back to sleep to wait it out and if he dozed off under the bed he might get left behind.

No doubt the poor man was quietly hoping he'd turn out to be a hallucination. His James often did.

... Yeah.

Yeah, truth be told, he totally wanted Harmony to turn out to be a hallucination.

If he was real? That said some things about the state of things that James didn't want to deal with. Not that he wanted to be crazy-- but he was already crazy. He'd rather be crazy without also having to think about supernatural things seeping into his life again.

But hoping that the tiny winged dude under your bed would disappear was a good excuse to stay in bed, so he was sleeping in a little longer than normal.

... A little, because there was only so long he could get away with it.

After a time, there was a huff from the general region of Laura's bed. Then a creak of the mattress springs, and a pitter-patter as she got down from the bed and trotted over to James's.

"James. JAMES. JAMES. Wake UP."

Yes, James, James, please wake up! Harmony was startled out of his groggy worry cycle by the shouting and looked at the bottom of the boxsprings. He swallowed.

Harmony had put quite a bit of trust in this tall, moose-like individual. He had to depend on the mercy (and intelligence) of this man to get him to where he needed to go in one piece.

How was James going to distract the tiny destroying angel?

The man in the bed above let out a moan, and the mattress groaned right along with him as he started to turn over.

"All right... all right... m'up..."

"No, you're not, your eyes are still shut! You're gonna fall back asleep!"

There followed a series of thumps and a grunt from James. He sat up.

"OKAY... okay..."

A pair of feet appeared as he swung his legs off the bed.

Harmony had to do something. He had to make himself known. He might not get another chance! James might not go looking for the sock that was no longer by his bed and as a tiny person, he was painfully aware of how unobservant Big People could be. The angel rushed forward.

He gave one of James's rough heels a sort of punch-something that couldn't be shrugged off as the pins and needles of sleep or something like a fallen blanket corner.

Saying that it hurt would be an exaggeration, but it was certainly a surprise.

He let out a quiet "Ah!" and yanked his foot up again.

8( WELLP there went his hopes of that whole thing yesterday being a really weird hallucination.

Fortunately for Harmony, either Laura didn't notice or she just didn't care when James seemed to hurt himself doing things as simple as putting his feet on the floor.

"If we don't go get breakfast soon, I'll probably starve," she said, glaring pointedly at him.

And so Harmony waited again. As the girl spoke, it was only reaffirmed that she was the one in charge. She was the one he was going to have to watch out for. He entertained the idea of some little girl trying to boss his James around and let out a dry chuckle.

Then he clapped his hands over his mouth because shit.

The angel swallowed and ducked further back into the darkness of the underbed. Thank goodness it was just an underbed and not The Underbed.

"Okay, okay... if you wanna head out to the car, I'll just uh... be right behind you..."

"Well HURRY UP! HMPH!"

She turned and flounced off towards the door. One benefit to her loud mouth was the fact that tiny sounds didn't carry too well over her voice.

James waited until she was gone, then let out a wheezy sigh of relief and slowly leaned over to peer under the bed.

8( Oh.

"... Uh... a-are you okay under there?"

A burst of feathers hit James full in the face.

Harmony couldn't help it. He'd been sitting cool (though weary) and collected there in the darkness, but as soon as a huge human face loomed into view, his wiring took over. He was a shoulder angel. He belonged on a shoulder.

Using one of James's big jug handle ears, Harmony took his post atop the man's shoulder. Harmony tried to make as small a show as possible out of smoothing them back down--he'd surprised himself.

This was probably the longest he'd been away from his charge--and the furthest--not that he thought about it. He had to guide somebody.

"Sorry about that..."

He couldn't help it-- he yelped again and recoiled, this time in earnest. Things flying at his face from under beds weren't exactly good news.

To his credit, though, he managed to avoid clawing Harmony off of himself and flinging him at the wall. Instead he froze and waited for the angel to get situated, although the glazed look in his eye and the rapid pulse in his neck might indicate that he was startled as hell.

"I-- ... i-it's okay..."

Alert and awake, Harmony's eyes darted constantly. His wings shifted on his back. His brows furrowed. Yes. Yes, he was the best angel. One James for another. It was totally legit. He could do this.

"So, breakfast?" The angel leaned around and peered into one of James's huge eyes with an apologetic grin.

"Uhh... we usually, um. Just go to a diner..."

But then he mentally shook himself.

There was more to think about than whether or not to get pancakes or an omelet this morning.

"Are you... planning on staying? I mean-- if you are, we-- I can't keep you hidden from Laura forever. I'll have to tell her about you."

The angel's wings sagged. James was right. He looked at his sandals and had a short battle with himself. He was still very much a part of James Walter and it caused him great pains to think of doing anything with help...but he was just too damn small. His tiny brow knitted in frustration.

"If I plan on going south without being eaten by an owl, it looks like that's what's going to have to happen." He swallowed. "She doesn't pull the heads off dolls, does she?"

"Nnn-no.... but she does bite the heads off of gummy bears."

... Probably not the best thing to say.

But.

Well.

It was the truth.

Edited 2014-05-27 22:01 (UTC)

Harmony's grip on James's ear tightened considerably. Well. He couldn't do much about that but he could stay up here out of the girl's reach. And hope she wasn't a climber.

"So be it, then."

James swallowed.

He didn't think that Laura would actually legitimately hurt a tiny person.

He'd never seen her hurt animals, even if she could be unspeakably violent with animal-shaped food.

The only person she didn't seem to mind hurting on a regular basis was him, and, well, he deserved it.

"Sorry..."

He rose slowly, then started to gather up what few belongings had been unpacked during the night.

And so the king of Center City prepared himself to meet with the demonchild. He stood tall on James's shoulder and set his jaw and halo while James tidied things. He wished he could help and even reached out a time or two as if he could pick up that bag or he could put away that crumpled food package.

"If there's anything I can do...ah..."

"No... no, it's okay, you're..."

He was going to say 'small', but had an idea that might be vaguely insulting. So he trailed off meaningfully instead, which was probably also insulting.

Once everything had been stuffed back into the duffel, James took one last look around the room.

"... All right..." he mumbled, mostly to himself.

There's an anchor round my heart, dragging me down

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