lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
For a moment you think it's a real question, and your mouth opens and closes as if you were some fish gasping for breath. When it becomes clear that Ronin is just being a shit, you punch him in the arm for his troubles before holding tightly onto something lest you...fall off, or be swept away, or whatever else might happen as they race away from the docks.
You're eyes are focused on something in the distance, trying very hard not to look down. You look like someone trying to keep from throwing up, so awkward is your posture and so high is your chin. But what of it? As the ship begins to bob (float? fly? glide?) at a more leisurely pace, you're finally able to unclench your jaw and release a shaky breath.
'Wh-!" You reach for Ronin's hand automatically, despite the look of horror on your face. "You're supposed to be doing the thing!" You point out, unhelpfully. With a scolding looking that fails to be authoritative, you reach up to pivot Ronin's shoulders that you might give him a playful shove toward the wheel. "Just because I can't make jokes about your wood, doesn't mean you shouldn't have a firm grasp of it."
You're eyes are focused on something in the distance, trying very hard not to look down. You look like someone trying to keep from throwing up, so awkward is your posture and so high is your chin. But what of it? As the ship begins to bob (float? fly? glide?) at a more leisurely pace, you're finally able to unclench your jaw and release a shaky breath.
'Wh-!" You reach for Ronin's hand automatically, despite the look of horror on your face. "You're supposed to be doing the thing!" You point out, unhelpfully. With a scolding looking that fails to be authoritative, you reach up to pivot Ronin's shoulders that you might give him a playful shove toward the wheel. "Just because I can't make jokes about your wood, doesn't mean you shouldn't have a firm grasp of it."
October
