One foot in sea and one on shore

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

“They’re usually considered either an omen of death or a blessing from Ludo. They’re typically huge and are rumored to gather souls… Lost at sea.” It’s a wince as he says it, recalling how Maea had died and how she died. His face twists with the shift for the wince, hopefully blocking it enough with how he sets the creature onto his broad shoulders, exhaling a soft sigh when she tells him he’s done nothing wrong.

“Moving that much water. She can get squirrely.” And besides, it looked like Maea’s weariness needed all the warmth from the heat of the stones that she could get. But it does surprise him when she meets his gaze, another small flicker of light dancing across his scars as he peers back at her, that equal stubbornness met between them.

A small line pinches between his brows at her compliment, head tilting slightly in a small shrug – careful to not push Petronella too far. “Better now. It took a long time after the war to get here, but, I focused on King’s End and Frey and it got me through.” Despite how Nate had died and left him wondering whether or not he’d be better off at the bottom of the sea. Regardless, the wedding ring still remains, a glint of gold among his bronze hued skin. “You became an Ancient. I’m glad.” He offers gently, unsure how she’ll take the compliment from himself.

the flood

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