[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

He doesn’t know what he expects from her reaction but this certainly isn’t it. And he finds himself flailing internally as she finally utters a weird in response. And he shrugs, because he knows it’s odd given everything that had happened, but it was part of the reason why they’d actually sat down to talk through things before even starting. Letting their thoughts out before anything else. “I know.” He pauses, wincing slightly as he reaches to rub at the back of his neck, prodding Petronella in the process. “We’ve… Done a lot to each other, but, she was always supposed to be there with Nate and I. And to be honest, things got a little bit awkward with Isla because of it.” This is said with another slight wince before he shakes his head and looks back toward the fountain, watching the ripples the path of her hand takes in the water.

As for Jack not being an issue, that’s good news. Though he’s never doubted for a second that Melita couldn’t handle the captain. She certainly could handle herself in every situation he’d seen her in. Perhaps he should learn a thing or two from her. “That’s good to hear.” He rumbles softly, flashing her a gentler smile.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //