[Oh. This one’s still trying! Mercury darts over towards Axel, stopping right in front of the wreckage he’s (so pathetically) clinging to. She tilts her head back to look at him.
If she recognizes him, it doesn’t show; perhaps it simply doesn’t make a difference to this dream, where he is a sailor and thus her prey. To encourage him to let go, she begins to sing again, an enchanting melody of sleeping in, of spending the day sitting on the clock tower with his friends, of ice cream cones eaten quickly before they melt in the hot days.
Her voice becomes everything he wants, to lead him straight down to her.]
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If she recognizes him, it doesn’t show; perhaps it simply doesn’t make a difference to this dream, where he is a sailor and thus her prey. To encourage him to let go, she begins to sing again, an enchanting melody of sleeping in, of spending the day sitting on the clock tower with his friends, of ice cream cones eaten quickly before they melt in the hot days.
Her voice becomes everything he wants, to lead him straight down to her.]