A black flag, is a flag of freedom
Alex was about to reach the shrine when she feels eyes on her. Hand going to her cutlass she whips around and locks eyes on a man. The first thing she notices is that he's staring at her, rather blatantly at that. But the second and far more concerning thing is that she recognizes him. Locke, fuck. Of all people to run into.
Swallowing harshly, Alex has a split second to decide how to proceed. Did she act like she didn't know him, that he was mistaking her for a ghost? Or did she accept the consequences of her actions. She's about to choose the first when her eyes meet his. Fuck. Alex can't do that to him. Can't put him through that. This is Locke, her idiot brother Loxley. Her partner in crime for the first decade and a half of her life. He deserves better than her deceit.
As such, Alex takes her hand off of her cutlass and instead gives a small wave. "Hey, Loxley. So, it turns out I'm not dead." Because surely their incompetent father claimed she'd died instead of taking responsibility, right?
Swallowing harshly, Alex has a split second to decide how to proceed. Did she act like she didn't know him, that he was mistaking her for a ghost? Or did she accept the consequences of her actions. She's about to choose the first when her eyes meet his. Fuck. Alex can't do that to him. Can't put him through that. This is Locke, her idiot brother Loxley. Her partner in crime for the first decade and a half of her life. He deserves better than her deceit.
As such, Alex takes her hand off of her cutlass and instead gives a small wave. "Hey, Loxley. So, it turns out I'm not dead." Because surely their incompetent father claimed she'd died instead of taking responsibility, right?
Alex
