07-30-2018, 12:40 PM
At Pincher's command, she pushes the lantern into the waters, watching as it sails across the wide expanse with something somber in her eyes. It sails with its message facing the crowd - its prayer and confession - and she reads it over and over again until the words have begun to lose its meaning in her head. Her tongue is heavy, heart swaying as she turns away from the subtle glow of the lanterns for one last time before walking towards the Tempest.
It's wooden floorboards creak familiarly under her weight as she boards, the salty air strong and caressing her senses the further into the ship she goes. Vandal finds herself still seated next to her brother, lips pursed and eyes downcast as she waits for the final event to take place. She isn't quite sure what to expect and lets her brain go wild with an assortment of ideas while she waits, glancing every so often at the gathered (she vehemently denies that her eyes linger on Fischer, even though it does).
"I can't wait to see what you have in store for us, Pinchy," comes her quiet murmur, gaze sweeping back to her brother to offer him a warm look.
It's wooden floorboards creak familiarly under her weight as she boards, the salty air strong and caressing her senses the further into the ship she goes. Vandal finds herself still seated next to her brother, lips pursed and eyes downcast as she waits for the final event to take place. She isn't quite sure what to expect and lets her brain go wild with an assortment of ideas while she waits, glancing every so often at the gathered (she vehemently denies that her eyes linger on Fischer, even though it does).
"I can't wait to see what you have in store for us, Pinchy," comes her quiet murmur, gaze sweeping back to her brother to offer him a warm look.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON