She is submerged, sat completely still on the tiled floor at the bottom of the pool. The slow, churning sound of the water is soothing to her ears as she lets her mind wander, her thoughts far away from Chicago and its many problems.
There is no need to breathe, so there is no need to resurface. The water would swallow her words so there is no need to speak. Her mind - the one thing she can let roam utterly unfettered - is hers completely, and there is no need to share it. Even if there are always eyes watching her, her thoughts, her dreams, are free. Noa sits in her little spot for some time, intending on staying for hours… but it appears there are other plans in motion.
The sound of a loud splash nearby hits her ears, and her eyes shoot open as she feels large hands grab her small shoulders and rip her from her meditations. She is pulled upwards, her hair covering her eyes, and she feels warm air and the smell of chlorine hit her as whoever it is reaches the surface and begins dragging her to the edge of the pool.
"Let me go!" She squirms in their grasp, their skin warm despite the clammy waters. Kine. She manages to push her sopping hair from her face and sees her "rescuer." "Julian! What is the meaning of this?!" The man pulls her off of his broad shoulder and looks at her with a frantic expression. He has been living in the mansion for a few weeks now, following her bonding him and enthralling him. He still isn't aware of the world of Kindred, though he is slowly acclimating to the otherworldly feeling this place held. Mostly his time is spent on himself, or focusing on her - the bond has that effect.
In Spanish, he stutters, "Y-you were under the water for so long. You weren't breathing." His dark hair was in his eyes and he is half-dressed - apparently tearing off his shirt to rescue her. "I-I thought you- oh my God I thought you were dead."
Julian holds her close, shaking. She can't help but relish the terror he felt at the thought of her gone, the adoration he possesses for her. It almost makes her smile, remembering how aloof he had been their first meeting… now utterly hers.
"How?" He gasps, "How are you still- you're like ice. We need to get you to a hospital-"
She shushes him softly, wrapping her arms around him and patting his well-defined back. Slowly she leans up, murmuring into his ear. "I'm alright. I'm fine. See? I'm here for you, we're okay now."
Julian shivers at her whisper, and he starts to carry them to the stairs out of the pool rather than the ladder. "Yes, we're alright." He repeats. When they reach the steps, he sits her down and his deep eyes look her over, still clearly confused as to how she had managed this feat. He wants to ask, but the bond keeps his throat closed. To keep her happy. Sweetheart.
She takes one of his hands in both of hers and holds it to rest on her chest. "You can ask."
He inhales deeply. His thumb brushes over the more inappropriate spaces before pausing - realizing her true intent. There is no pulse. "Are we dead?"
"Just me." She answers honestly.
Julian flinches at her answer, believing her, and his hand against her breast starts to move as if to pull away. His eyes are once again wide and frantic, a prey caught in a trap, and he so clearly wants to run away…
But he can't. His own heart will not let him. Their bond is too great.
Noa stares at him unblinking as he has this war with himself. It is so interesting to watch a person fight themselves so hard, to see muscles work beneath skin. To see them tense in fear. Those terrified eyes look to her lips as if to recall her crimson kiss - the contract that had sealed his fate.
"What's the matter, are you afraid Julian?" She asks quietly, looking at him from beneath her lashes. "Do you want to leave me now?"
"Nn-" He starts, shifting in the water. "No. I don't. I don't want to go."
"You don't have to go." She promises him, "You're not in trouble. I'll keep you safe, I'm going to take care of you."
"This place… it feels so heavy. It's like I can't breathe." The overwhelming feeling of death is always on this mansion, she isn't surprised he is so burdened by it. "You're the only respite I have. I hate when you go."
She preens at such a thing to say. She can't help it. She can't one bit. "But I always come back, right? I'm never gone for long."
"Yes." He agrees, but he still sounds unsure. "I want to go with you."
"I can't take you everywhere… but I can take you sometimes. On a condition."
He sits up at hearing that, "Anything."
Noa grins, girlishly delighted. He has not even asked how she is dead, his gaze is so fixated on her mouth. She will explain it to him soon. "Thank you. I am not the only kind of dead to roam this Earth, my love. There are others like me… and there are others that are a bit more truly dead."
Thankfully he is as theatrical as she is, for Joaquin appears right at her relaying of this news.
He is perched on the pool stair railing, crouched down and staring at Julian with a satisfied smirk. Relishing this control over the mortal as much as she is. "Hey."
Julian has no bond with Quino, and he lets out a horrified shout as he throws himself backwards, hitting against the edge of the pool and semi-pulling Noa with him. He begins to pray aloud, trying to close his eyes to not see the spirit in front of him. "No- no no no- this isn't real-"
"Julian." Noa shushes him again, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. He does so, opening his eyes and looking directly into her own, wavering just slightly due to instinct. "It is real. This is Joaquin. My true love."
The kine's eyes squint at her words, his eyebrows knit, apparently not so enthralled that he cannot put two and two together. Though he doesn't comment for the moment.
"For your condition: Joaquin will use your body sometimes to walk and interact with the physical world, but not all the time. Just when I need him to be present. It will not hurt. It will only feel like you're in a waking dream. Will you do this for me?"
After a brief moment of silence, he asks quietly. "H-he has already done it, hasn't he?"
She nods, "Yes."
"At the hotels. When we're in your room…"
"Every time." Quino says.
Julian swallows deeply, a lump in his throat. Clearly unhappy with this news. He wants to say no surely, but to say no is to lose Noa. And possibly his life. But he isn't so focused on such a trivial thing like his life. Not anymore.
"We get to be together more, if I let him use me." He wants to confirm.
"Hey man, you get to be with her way more if you let me do that."
Julian cringes at hearing Joaquin speak, and he takes Noa's hands and squeezes them tightly. "Of course. Absolutely. I said anything and I meant it." Noa can't help the grin that splits her face, so ecstatically happy that she can be more and more herself in front of others. No reason to hide, no reason to keep quiet. She pushes the hair back from Julian's face, and he doesn't look away from her as Joaquin immediately slips in.
"I am so, so happy you said that…" As the tendrils of hair are finally out of his eyes, both of her hands rest on his cheeks, and she looks dreamily into his gaze. Imagining looking into green again one day. "-my love."
Man the wraith mansion SUCKS. Context: Another write up from the Chicago Server I played Noa on. This is the "agreeing" of Julian becoming Joaquin's conduit to house his spirit when wanting to interact with the physical world. Julian is blood bond three to Noa at this point so did the poor guy ever have a real choice in the matter? Thank you all for tolerating my posting!