ZEPHYR
No promise sweeter than a blood pact
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
For a minute you stiffen- no way Jack fuckin' told him about your seasickness, right? Scowling slightly you finish untying the raft, once again considering just leaving him there. Maybe steal the booze before you abandon ship.
But this is an opportunity to get to know the fucker better, and you really don't need to go about alienating even more of the new government. Gotta keep someone in your pocket, and it's clear the Arbiter is out.
You take a hearty swig from the bottle, relishing the burn of the liquor on your throat. Relinquishing the stem away from your lips, you offer it back with a grunt. "Probably," you agree, confident both of you know exactly what you're talking about. "Sure the mers appreciate 'em. Not sure what good they do th'rest'a us. Though this ain't bad." You shrug easily, dangling your feet over the edge of the raft and into the water. Not much benefit to your business, but at least they're pretty.
As long as the fuckers don't flood, you won't bitch.
Shoulder to shoulder with the younger man, you lean back on your palms, eyes still on the water ahead. "So been almost a year fer ya here, yeah? Any big celebratin' planned?"
But this is an opportunity to get to know the fucker better, and you really don't need to go about alienating even more of the new government. Gotta keep someone in your pocket, and it's clear the Arbiter is out.
You take a hearty swig from the bottle, relishing the burn of the liquor on your throat. Relinquishing the stem away from your lips, you offer it back with a grunt. "Probably," you agree, confident both of you know exactly what you're talking about. "Sure the mers appreciate 'em. Not sure what good they do th'rest'a us. Though this ain't bad." You shrug easily, dangling your feet over the edge of the raft and into the water. Not much benefit to your business, but at least they're pretty.
As long as the fuckers don't flood, you won't bitch.
Shoulder to shoulder with the younger man, you lean back on your palms, eyes still on the water ahead. "So been almost a year fer ya here, yeah? Any big celebratin' planned?"
Though you repent and don sackcloth
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
