born with salt on my skin
Fuckin’ hell, this is why I don’t mess with the Gods. Yer like, livin’ your life an’ shit and then they come out an’ offer ultimatums that y’can’t refuse. “No,” I saw quietly, jaw clenched, thinkin’ of all the things I would change. Not realy a people-helper, but we could stand to change some of the nasty parts’a Torchline’s culture. Things have just always been a certain way. Life went on. The shadow-bird-thing is right about one thing, what good has it done, other than help the smugglers behind the scenes? There’s barely any time to think before I’m wrapped in its wings and the eye is the only source of light. A bit cliche, but what the hell.
Jump, Raza. You can swim.
So I reach for the eye, for the light, playin’ right into whatever it wants of me. For Torchline, I tell myself, even if this is naught but somethin’ fuckin’ with me.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
