[ the tempest is no better the second time, and particularly made worse by the relentless cold that has taken root in them all — no amount of clothing or fire offers true relief. the winter is inside of them, gnawing just like their shadows. and now, this. the disruption of their tethers. it's not something laurent can put into words, nor does he have plans to attempt to. doing so would make himself vulnerable to questions on what his tethers actually are. he only knows that they are in danger, and that he must protect them.
the pain is in his head makes it impossible to think. laurent wanders through the rocking ship, shivering, nauseated, off balance in a way he has not felt in some time. auguste's absence feels fresh. the roil of confusion surrounding his every thought of damen is stronger than ever — hatred, budding affection, betrayal, something almost like trust if he could identify it so clearly; he can't. he avoids the captain's quarters this time, lacking the desire to commandeer the ship. instead he ventures into the bowels, stumbling below deck to the dank halls, keeping close to the walls so as not to lose his balance.
his vision swims. he rubs at the frost clinging to his lashes and shakes his head. from somewhere, he hears the lightest of steps, the flutter of wings, and he recoils from habit, blinking owlishly in the dark. ]
Come closer — [ he sees double, triple, his knees weak. ] And I will take you apart.
( CLOSED ) aspen — tetherworld shenanigans
the pain is in his head makes it impossible to think. laurent wanders through the rocking ship, shivering, nauseated, off balance in a way he has not felt in some time. auguste's absence feels fresh. the roil of confusion surrounding his every thought of damen is stronger than ever — hatred, budding affection, betrayal, something almost like trust if he could identify it so clearly; he can't. he avoids the captain's quarters this time, lacking the desire to commandeer the ship. instead he ventures into the bowels, stumbling below deck to the dank halls, keeping close to the walls so as not to lose his balance.
his vision swims. he rubs at the frost clinging to his lashes and shakes his head. from somewhere, he hears the lightest of steps, the flutter of wings, and he recoils from habit, blinking owlishly in the dark. ]
Come closer — [ he sees double, triple, his knees weak. ] And I will take you apart.