11-09-2018, 06:10 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
"Her mother." If there were any two words the small feline couldn't say without sounding completely heartbroken, it was those two. "Haliaka." The pirate needed nothing but the sound, barely audiable above the waves, and the murmur of a language he never quite picked up well enough. "A ghrá," a soft whisper, but he knew she was gone. She'd only been a fantom after all. A brief visitor.
He kneaded his paws into the stand, a hard gleam in his sea-green eyes. Time to properly grieve for his wife had never been quite granted to him, not when she died with Keona still so tiny. Their daughter had barely been learning to walk when she passed. He bit his lip and inhaled slowly through his nose. "My wife died quite some time ago," he said quietly in explanation towards Bakugou, though his eyes didn't quite focus in on the other pirate. "Keo didn't have the time to... To really know her at all. I suppose she stopped by to grant some closure." And a message, he realized, nearly startled. Too focused in on the ghost and crewmates... He furrowed his brow. "Or maybe something else."
Gently, he opened the bottle and slid out the parchment. To both of us, he bit back the scowl at his twin's name. He'd been giving the other the cold shoulder ever since their return home. "... Hawaiian was Haliaka's native language. I don't know it very well."
"... Says kou."
He didn't know what that meant at all.
"Her mother." If there were any two words the small feline couldn't say without sounding completely heartbroken, it was those two. "Haliaka." The pirate needed nothing but the sound, barely audiable above the waves, and the murmur of a language he never quite picked up well enough. "A ghrá," a soft whisper, but he knew she was gone. She'd only been a fantom after all. A brief visitor.
He kneaded his paws into the stand, a hard gleam in his sea-green eyes. Time to properly grieve for his wife had never been quite granted to him, not when she died with Keona still so tiny. Their daughter had barely been learning to walk when she passed. He bit his lip and inhaled slowly through his nose. "My wife died quite some time ago," he said quietly in explanation towards Bakugou, though his eyes didn't quite focus in on the other pirate. "Keo didn't have the time to... To really know her at all. I suppose she stopped by to grant some closure." And a message, he realized, nearly startled. Too focused in on the ghost and crewmates... He furrowed his brow. "Or maybe something else."
Gently, he opened the bottle and slid out the parchment. To both of us, he bit back the scowl at his twin's name. He'd been giving the other the cold shoulder ever since their return home. "... Hawaiian was Haliaka's native language. I don't know it very well."
"... Says kou."
He didn't know what that meant at all.
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