PETER
”Keelhaul Cove. Alright.” Peter repeats the name, his lips pursing into a tight, determined line. It would be fun to have something to pursue, and perhaps the thought of pirate treasure would lift his husbands spirits some. He nods, more to himself than the other man, then keeps walking, crashing through the underbrush.
The sound of the ocean grows louder, a pounding against the edge of Torchline, and sands begin to come into view between the trees. ”I’ll get it. Don’t worry.” He even manages to offer the grifter a smile, meant to be encouraging, though it comes out as anything but.
Peter stops at the tree line, just out of reach of the weak sun, and squints off into the distance, as if he can see the faintest shape of a bustling city. He can’t, but... it’s not to imagine. ”Will you be okay from here?” He seems genuinely concerned, his head tilting to the side as he asks.
The sound of the ocean grows louder, a pounding against the edge of Torchline, and sands begin to come into view between the trees. ”I’ll get it. Don’t worry.” He even manages to offer the grifter a smile, meant to be encouraging, though it comes out as anything but.
Peter stops at the tree line, just out of reach of the weak sun, and squints off into the distance, as if he can see the faintest shape of a bustling city. He can’t, but... it’s not to imagine. ”Will you be okay from here?” He seems genuinely concerned, his head tilting to the side as he asks.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
