DEVIL'S TRYNA TEMPT ME - Returning

[Freya]

♛

Time was a useless thing. Sure, it measured how long one had been gone, how long it would take it return; but it also tracked the days, weeks, months that Freya had been gone. It was an incessant reminder that she needed to go back, to tell her problems to go fuck themselves and go back to the one place that she could call home. Her journey away from Paradis Island had been an unpleasant one, though the unpleasantry wasn't the problem itself but rather that her presence was needed back on the main lands. She'd been called back with the news of the death of her parents, a rather pleasant fact given her history of disowning the bastards, and had been alerted that it was solely her responsibility to collect their expansive collection of shit. She was given the option of either trashing everything, the choice she most favored, or going through all of it and, as she knew there were at least a few valuables, Freya had chosen to go through all of it. She'd come out of the journey with a collection of small weapons and various jewelry, the majority of which she planned to pass on to Pincher for the crew.

But that was months ago. Now, accompanied by the bag of items for the Typhoon, she was finally returning home to Paradis Island. She was unable to shield her excitement when the island came into view, the fine black fur along her spine rising in anticipation as she was eager to reach land and finally return to her crew. She'd almost decided to stop to ring the irritating bell that alerted the Typhoon of visitors, if only to annoy the shitheads she held so dearly. The black Mongoose had been perched on the edge of the small boat from the very moment she'd left the shores of the main land and when the island had come into view, she'd nearly launched herself into the water to get there quicker. She was beyond exhausted from her months being gone from the Typhoon, from having to deal with the idiots she'd been forced to put up with while she was away and she was anxious to be among those she'd come to know as family. She was excited to see how things had changed in her time away, although she'd made sure to pay attention to the talk of the main-landers in order to keep up with the changes within the Typhoon that the public was aware of.

As soon as the small boat brushed against the very sands that had been plaguing Freya's thoughts, she was out it and practically launched herself onto shore.


//that was shorter than I wanted it to be but I had to finish it before I ran out of muse and it felt forced. but hiya lovelies, it's good to be back <33

"devil's backbone" —-- freya / the typhoon / misc. / roleplayer