born with salt on my skin
Oh cool. All that for a rock. Sighing and muttering some shit under my breath, I nevertheless pocket the rock. What was this supposed to be? Some sorta weird lesson about what I should be doing with my life? Like, what, some divine intervention to make me think I could be Governor of Torchline? I’m scoffin’ at myself and my stupidity, stroking Hoa, who wraps around my shoulders for comfort. He can’t tell exactly what has me riled up, but then he didn’t come here for one thing an’ then get totally blown off.
That’s twice now. The Gods can just… fuck right off. Spirits too. I’m happy where I am, thank you very much, even if it is unseen.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
