When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
Nothing immediately stirs around the grasses and the flowers that lap up the hull of the Sugartide like earthbound waves. He continues towards the ship then, intending to do a sweep, hoping to find her there. If he doesn't...he'll upend every leaf around here if required. Fortunately it doesn't seem he'll need to, because though no yell answers back, he hears the telltale signs of movement thudding its way through the ship. Urged on by new certainty, he clambers up to the deck more quickly, nearly missing a rung up the ladder as his haste carries him. "Flora!" he calls again, just in time to see the gold crown of her hair rising from the stairs belowdeck, bringing her into full view as her own rush carries her forth.
He only has a moment to take in the heat-stripped, sorrow-soaked sight of her before she collides into him, the force pushing him back a half-step before he steadies the pair of them. He surrenders the thin cotton of his starwhale-patterned shirt to her without complaint, arms folding around the sag of her body with as much security as he can offer. "Hey, hey, I got you, it's okay," he supplies in hushed tones, the tremble of all her feelings vibrating between them. He bows his head to her, cheek applying pressure atop her, trying to fold her into as much embrace as possible, shielding away the rest of the world as best he can.
He wonders, but doesn't ask, not yet, confident she'll explain in some measure or another. For now, he just works to hold this fresh tide of despair, unworried about them being on the top deck when the world has only flowers and wind watching them. Heat rises like a threat where their bodies connect, small enough to ignore for now, but building steadily towards the wet seal of sweat.
He only has a moment to take in the heat-stripped, sorrow-soaked sight of her before she collides into him, the force pushing him back a half-step before he steadies the pair of them. He surrenders the thin cotton of his starwhale-patterned shirt to her without complaint, arms folding around the sag of her body with as much security as he can offer. "Hey, hey, I got you, it's okay," he supplies in hushed tones, the tremble of all her feelings vibrating between them. He bows his head to her, cheek applying pressure atop her, trying to fold her into as much embrace as possible, shielding away the rest of the world as best he can.
He wonders, but doesn't ask, not yet, confident she'll explain in some measure or another. For now, he just works to hold this fresh tide of despair, unworried about them being on the top deck when the world has only flowers and wind watching them. Heat rises like a threat where their bodies connect, small enough to ignore for now, but building steadily towards the wet seal of sweat.
Kaisel
If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
