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"That was the best nap I ever had.â
âAlright, alright! It was the best nap ever!â
Couldnât resist redrawing đ„° besides, Jason & Salim deserve some rest!
Please take this concept Iâve simply borrowed and make it better, amazing artists of this fandom đ„ș I might keep working at it, too, but wanted to contribute in case I donât get around to it
The elevator broke đ± it was old and unreliable! So thank goodness Jason has a friendly neighborhood Salim to catch him
Anddd some Jason-centered writing under the cut to maybe redeem/justify the messy sketch and silliness.
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Jason's mouth opened in surprise as Salim reached out for him, but any word or thought was quickly scrambled, lost with the breath ripped from his lungs as they were suddenly flying out of the elevator. Before the marine knew what was happening, the two were suspended in midair and he was staring down after the falling transport, head lolling back in shock against Salim's shoulder.
Somewhere along the way, his arms had wrapped automatically around the other man's neck, holding on for dear life, but it wasnât really a thought that registered for Jason as he awaited the inevitable crash below.
At first, the American didn't care to ask questions, processing the flash of danger first. It was a miracle they werenât falling, too, but his rifle was gone, he realized next, somewhere hundreds or thousands of feet below. Great...
But when he looked up at what had caught them, the sight was all the more dizzying. Glancing from where they impossibly dangled above the deep elevator well, Jason saw the line of something leading somewhere above from Salimâs grip. String? Rope? There had to be some reasonable explanationâŠ
But even after seeing Salim stab a vampire through with a stick, he couldnât figure out how the other man had the strength to hold them both upâand using what? The string-rope-thing was sure to snap if Salimâs arm didnât get tired first. Jasonâs hold tightened at the realization, breath hitching. They could fall any minute, as far as the marine knew. So Jason was careful to keep still even though they were way too close for comfort. Leaning away or letting go risked jeopardizing their balance, so he shelved the thought and his own pride in favor of survival. After all, like it or not, Salim was the only thing keeping him from sharing the fate of the elevator.Â
A loud crash from below sounded a few seconds later, echoing around them and momentarily drowning out the screams of the vampires above.
âAre you⊠okay?â
The marine was initially speechless as his brain caught up, but when Salim spoke, he forced himself to manage something. âWhat do you think?â  Jason huffed back thinly, still too flabbergasted and breathless to really lend any bite to the response. The other man seemed so calm comparatively. What the fuck was going on? "WhatâWhatever you do, whatever this is⊠don't you dare let go."
Maybe it didnât need to be said, but he felt better for it, refusing to even attempt to look at Salim face-to-face as he spoke. It was embarrassing having to rely on an enemy soldier... but it beat being dead.
So he tried to move on quickly to problem solving. They couldnât just hang there forever.
"Do you need me to climb up first or somethin'?" The âropeâ obviously wasnât long enough to go down, but going up seemed deadly, too. The creatures were still shrieking at the top, no doubt lurking. Jason swallowed hard, brow furrowing. "Or... what? Wait for them to leave?"
There was no telling how long Salim could hold on, but the marine couldn't see any other options unless Salim let him drop. Despite the heat in his face, Jason readjusted his own hold on Salim at the thought, squeezing briefly as if to discourage that line of thinking...
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Aka Salim could have gotten them the hell out of there the whole time womp womp (but then heâd have to reveal his superhuman ability! Canât have that! đ±đ)
And the original sketch where Jasonâs more appropriately like SHIT SHIT SHIT:
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Accidentally cobbled together a silhouette I like of these two for art practice!
Some explanation/the references beneath the cut (and some rambling for my own benefit when I look back later):
So full disclosure because I frankly canât wrap my head around how bodies and faces look, I did some tracing from some HoA screenshots to try to learn Jason & Salimâs faces better and also from this Stranger Things S2 scene/screenshot that I love:
With a lot of added inspiration/motivation from a scene in thewolfmannyâs wonderful (and 18+, but if you are, check it out) fanfic âiâll see you againâ that may or may not influence later stages if I continue this because I love it đ„șÂ
But only Salim was really turning out if you donât look too closely, see:
(sorry Jason, I gave up once I had to actually cobble together details myself and better lit references, womp womp)
Anyway the silhouette was a happy accident when I moved things around, but I like it. If I never wind up finishing the thing (which is fine because itâs for practice, with a lot of tracing and references as I said), at least itâs something I can giggle at and be like âoohh itâs themâ
much kudos to Jasonâs hat for doing the heavy lifting of making them recognizable lol
She went by many unkind names, but responded to Clarice.
Her voice would lure men into the watery abyss, which was just fine by her - she didnât quite see the appeal in them otherwise. It was a way to pass the time, to toy with them a bit, though she could never bring herself to really doom them. She was just curious. There was a lot about their world that she would never know, confined to the sea as she was with her finned tail instead of human legs.
Until one day, she began singing to a man on a boat that was pushing off near the shore. Her voice didnât affect him like it was supposed to. He didnât melt at the sight of her, nor follow her into the water, though she was sure she had his full attention. He looked her over and then, grimacing, drawled: âMind keepinâ it down?â
Clarice snorted at that unexpected reaction. What then? His attraction lay elsewhere?
On that, at least, the siren could relate.
His name was Jason and Clarice was intrigued. He kept coming back and didnât seem to mind her so long as she didnât bother singing. For his part, he didnât try to hunt her, didnât bring a whole mob to chase her from the bay - just stayed focused on fishing, it seemed. She waited for him atop a large rock, and before he called it a night, would try to get him talking.
One day, he brought another man on the boat with him, but Clarice left the guest alone. Needless to say, her curiosity was stoked even further.
âNow you hafta do something for me,â she told him the next day, smirking all the while. Sparing the friend couldnât just come for free, after all.
Jason adjusted his cap and wiped sweat from his brow, asking what she wanted.
âBring me something from your world, hotshot. Something I havenât seen before.â
And the small, rectangular thing he tossed her crinkled in her hand, silver reflecting sunlight. Her long nails made short work of the wrappings and soon the siren was enjoying her first piece of a thing called bubblegum.
âWhatâs this good for?â
âYou chew it. Can blow bubbles.â
It tasted sweet - strange to Clarice. âFood?â
âWouldnât swallow it if I were you.â He cocked his head at her, assessing, deciding to take out his own stick from the pack. âHappy?â
âMaybe,â Clarice answered as she chewed with some difficulty, though the gum eventually became softer than the rectangle it had started as. âSo who were you with?â
âA friend.â
âMhmm.â
She rolled her eyes as he grinned and blew a small pink bubble, different from the ones she usually saw in the sea. She demanded a lesson and Jason did his best to explain, grinning and giving her shit when she didnât quite get it right away. Even as the flavor faded and her jaw began to feel sore, she confidently gave it her best go, tail flopping delightedly at the first signs of success.
âHow about I try it with two?â She pushed, imagining the bubble that would make as she held out her hand expectantly. Jason clicked his tongue.
âListen, Iâll already be hearinâ an ear full from Rach when she finds out I nicked it from her purse...â
Rach? âWhoâs she?â Clarice did her best to sound bored. âAnother friend?â
âDifferent kind. But yeah.â Jason leaned his chin on his crossed arms, giving a lopsided smirk. They had spent enough time with one another that he could see right through it. Too much time maybe, Clarice thought, though it was her own fault.
Youâre the best thing I never knew I needed. xx
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Happy Valentineâs Day! Technically a couple hours left here :) Short love letter to the fandom and reference pic under the cut
Much love to the HoA fandom for not giving me a hard time about finally starting to engage soooo many months past release like a wannabe overeager Hermione Granger ranting and raving about scenes and characters and things that have probably already been discussed a hundred times over. Iâm so inspired by all the talent in the community (art/fics/edits/memes/hcs/etc) and am over the moon that other people enjoy Jalim and the game/characters as much as I do. Like, I havenât gotten back into drawing in ages?? I forgot how much I enjoyed sketching and coloring, even with all the imperfections. I just canât help but want to contribute, especially since I know I get so happy every time I see the tags refreshed with something new. Thank you - sending good vibes to all who bothered to read this!
