there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
She’s only been to King’s End a few times and each time had been before Deepfrost gripped it. She’d also been far enough inland that the cool weather of the sea hadn’t drifted in to bring even more biting cold winds. So, she’s admittedly bundled up in a grey sweater atop a longsleeve shirt, hands in her pocket and a scarf around her neck to cover her nose.
The fog curls around them all in a way that keeps her steps mostly hidden, silent despite the varying creaks of the boards that are dull in comparison from how she steps lightly atop them, learning which boards were louder than the others in her own little silent adventure out here in the cold.
She’d followed Vesper over to where he stands a distance away, leaning closer to him slightly as she silently looks up at him to wait for him to make the first move for them to delve into the grit of what Jack had planned. Gods knew it was going to be loads better than the shit she’s been up to lately.
The fog curls around them all in a way that keeps her steps mostly hidden, silent despite the varying creaks of the boards that are dull in comparison from how she steps lightly atop them, learning which boards were louder than the others in her own little silent adventure out here in the cold.
She’d followed Vesper over to where he stands a distance away, leaning closer to him slightly as she silently looks up at him to wait for him to make the first move for them to delve into the grit of what Jack had planned. Gods knew it was going to be loads better than the shit she’s been up to lately.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
