#like do i use them in weird places? they're meant to bracket the actual snippet part but maybe it looks awkward? idk

[sailing-through-hawkins]

PLZ AUTHOR IM BEGGIN

TELL ME MORE ABOUT LURING IN THE SIREN!KAS AU

YOU WRITE IT LIKE IT'S CRACK COCAINE

THANK YOU VERY MUCH THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME AS SOMEONE WHO REALLY LIKES MAGICAL LURING IN FICTION

the idea is to have a lot of build-up! at first something light and barely noticeable, then steve starts losing focus, then he starts wandering, etc etc

here's a little snippet of the one-shot verson for you o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Oh, the music is back. That's probably not good, is it?

It's so sweet though. So calming and cool, like a balm against his torn skin.

"Hey, Steve?"

The pool doesn't have water anymore, he thinks. He emptied it so long ago. The music is sad, and his heart clenches at the sound.

"Steve!"

The lake has water, he thinks. And the song turns light, sweet, calling him, curling around him, pulling him towards -

"Sorry about this, dude."

"Fuck!" Steve gasps when he hits the ground, groaning as his back aches return at full force. "What the fuck, man?"

To his credit, Argyle looks genuinely sorry and helps him back onto his feet, holding Steve up with a tight arm around his waist and a tighter grip on his wrist. His shoulder aches at being thrown over Argyle's neck but walking is a lot easier when someone else is carrying half the weight.

"What - happened?" Steve croaks as they hobble back to the house. When did he leave it?

"God, you can't keep doing this, Steve," Robin smacks his shoulder with a tight smile, tears still unshed in her eyes. His chest aches at them. "How many times are you gonna walk out on me?"

"Sorry Robbie," he says and accepts her very tight ow, ow, ow hug with a sad laugh. "I don't know what's going on."

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