this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
With Vega confidently takin’ the lead, her stomach seems t’settle right back where it belongs - in her belly. Raza still grips the sides’a the boat a liiiiiiittle too tightly, but ‘er breathin’ is steadier an’ that holy fuck I’m definitely gonna die feelin’ isn’t so overbearin in the back’a her mind.
They hit the water an’ she leans into the familiar feelin’ - the cool water lappin’ against her ankles, the sand givin’ way underneath her toes. When it reaches her calves, the Torcher jumps expertly into the boat, steadyin’ its rockin’ so Vega can get herself in too. An’ then its to the oars - which seem like silly things now, against the vastness’a the ocean, but its the only way to get out there, so Raza sets her mind to it an’ leans into each stroke, lettin’ Vega steer the boat whichever way she wants. There’s only one goal - get near the Maw.
“So,” she says by way’a small talk. “Whatcha been up to?”
Y’know, since they don’t really talk much anymore. Raza only occasionally hears bits ‘n pieces about her, and it’s never anything terribly juicy - much to her dismay.
They hit the water an’ she leans into the familiar feelin’ - the cool water lappin’ against her ankles, the sand givin’ way underneath her toes. When it reaches her calves, the Torcher jumps expertly into the boat, steadyin’ its rockin’ so Vega can get herself in too. An’ then its to the oars - which seem like silly things now, against the vastness’a the ocean, but its the only way to get out there, so Raza sets her mind to it an’ leans into each stroke, lettin’ Vega steer the boat whichever way she wants. There’s only one goal - get near the Maw.
“So,” she says by way’a small talk. “Whatcha been up to?”
Y’know, since they don’t really talk much anymore. Raza only occasionally hears bits ‘n pieces about her, and it’s never anything terribly juicy - much to her dismay.
RAZA
