speakscanadian | Every breath you take [for Asher]

Ray waved the boar meat with a bit more vigor.

"Come on," he hissed, flapping his other hand to get the dog moving. "You know you want this. Come on now."

And still the damn dog wouldn't get off the boat. It was a rottweiler for God's sake and it was nearly whimpering as it faced the leap between the boat and the dock.

"If you get off in five seconds, I'll give you twenty bucks."

Huh. It seemed dogs and children weren't all that different after all.

Chucking the meat in the opposite direction and making sure Onyx followed it, Ray brushed his hands together and turned back to the boat. He'd seen Asher board it at least half an hour before, if not more, and since then he'd watched it for signs of life. While hiding in the bushes with boar meat.

A steakout, if you will.

Ray wasn't quite sure where the line fell between shadowing in a professional capacity and stalking in a personal capacity but he was fairly sure he was walking that line right about now. Climbing onto the boat with a little more confidence than last time, he untied the ropes and cast them out to sea, quietly creeping over the deck on his toes. The natural creaking of the vessel was eerily familiar.

Threaded | Flat

Even with a bed at the compound and one at Del's, sometimes the boat was still the best place to get any sleep. He didn't have to deal with Stephen being annoying (read: existing) on the other side of the room, or Del pouncing on him unexpectedly. And while some people got seasick over a boat's rocking, Asher actually found it relaxing.

Or at least he did usually.

The choppier surf is what had woke him, but he quickly wrote it off as a possible storm just starting to stir off shore. Not too concerned by that, Asher just rolled over and shut his eyes again. But they didn't stay shut for long.

Shooting upright, he stared wide-eyed out the window beside the bed, out at the island as it moved further away. "Shit," he hissed, scrambling out of bed and making his way out to the deck. Once there, his eyes still not even completely adjusted yet, he was sure that he was still sleeping. "What are-- Huh?"

There was no way this wasn't a nightmare.

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