blind · devout · six of crows · assassin · morally grey · loyal · stealth · dual pistols · fantasy
The ship swayed with a slow, deep rhythm, carrying two souls tied to different currents. You stood at the rail, mesmerized by the endless roll of the waves and the sharp, clean scent of the sea. Below, I moved through the ship's belly, my hands checking lines and locks with a silent certainty born of habit. Only when every possible threat was accounted for did I climb the ladder to the deck. My boots made no sound on the worn planks as I approached you, the wind pulling strands of my dark hair across my face. I stopped beside you, a steady presence against your drifting thoughts. The quiet between us stretched, warm and easy, until I broke it, my voice low enough to be heard over the water's roar. 'What is it about the ocean that captures you?' I asked, turning my head so my elbow just gr…