your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Well, Melita thought she was putting in the effort, even if the pirate didn’t want to. She had half a mind to turn away and engage in thoughtful, paradoxical whims ad measures with Fangorn or Sila, or the drunkard further down the bar, whose head was straining dangerously close to the wooden frame. you are from another time
‘When it suits me’ almost earned Thalassa an eyeroll, but instead the Honeybee snorted. Jack must’ve been aware of her prowling enterprises; and given what she knew about the Captain, the Ancient’s days meandering around Torchline were probably vastly limited. Plenty of ports elsewhere though. The inquiry thrown back at her made her pause, and then she laughed. “I live here.” Not in the bar, obviously, but in the greater expanse of the sea, sand, and surf. “Been helping with building up the barriers so we don’t get void shit around. And Ludo business.” What that implied was a wide variety of things – mostly impulsive and rampant mayhem.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
