- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Unlike some people, Damien didn't say the title with surprise or disbelief, simply taking the information and letting it settle between them as fact. It eased more of the tension coiled deep in her bones, unwittingly curious as to what kind of person could laugh in the face of intimidating orders and accept such truths without question.
Pursing her lips again, she let out a gruff sigh. "Fine, but building ships and sailing them are two completely different things." Nevertheless, she didn't discourage him, willing to see what sort of humor might play out when he tried his hand at mooring in the dark of night or adjusting the sails in a storm, salt spray making the rope slick and the deck treacherously damp while obscuring his vision. The idea had a glint of humor forcing its way into the blue of her eyes as she gestured dismissively with her head, midnight hair shifting over her shoulders like ink over rocks. "I'll let you know next time we set out."
Then Aria was demanding Damien's attention, consequentially pulling Thal's with it. Despite having had a near death experience but minutes ago, the cub seemed proud of the accessory she'd acquired, presenting it with such playful excitement that the captain had to hide the smirk trying to lift at her lips. She cleared her throat, finally willing to offer him the reins as she suddenly demanded, "The hunting can't be in Halo." The rope dangled between them, the permission being given in return for his obvious investment in Aria's safety and happiness.
Pursing her lips again, she let out a gruff sigh. "Fine, but building ships and sailing them are two completely different things." Nevertheless, she didn't discourage him, willing to see what sort of humor might play out when he tried his hand at mooring in the dark of night or adjusting the sails in a storm, salt spray making the rope slick and the deck treacherously damp while obscuring his vision. The idea had a glint of humor forcing its way into the blue of her eyes as she gestured dismissively with her head, midnight hair shifting over her shoulders like ink over rocks. "I'll let you know next time we set out."
Then Aria was demanding Damien's attention, consequentially pulling Thal's with it. Despite having had a near death experience but minutes ago, the cub seemed proud of the accessory she'd acquired, presenting it with such playful excitement that the captain had to hide the smirk trying to lift at her lips. She cleared her throat, finally willing to offer him the reins as she suddenly demanded, "The hunting can't be in Halo." The rope dangled between them, the permission being given in return for his obvious investment in Aria's safety and happiness.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
