I KNOW MY SOUL TALKS | breakdown + storm

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Deniz was deaf to the world as the tavern broke into a tavern, his eyes constantly flickering across Georgia's prone form. Paola's questions fell on deaf ears, tears beginning to brim in the teenager's miscolored green eyes. It wasn't until his mother spoke that he was brought back to reality, head turning to face her for only a moment before returning to Geo, as if terrified something would happen while he wasn't watching.

He heard Michael approach but didn't turn to greet him. "I... I don' kno' what 'appened! I was just- I was just- huu." He took a deep breath, calming himself so he could properly explain. "I saw the storm rollin' in, you kno'? So ah was 'eaded to the 'ouse to close ever'thin' up so it wouldn't get soaked. WHen I.... I found 'er, I saw 'er on the beach." He ran a hand over his multi-colored hair, continuing to watch his friend with worry. Wiping the water on his hand onto the blanket, he proceeded to gently place it on the arm opposite the one Michael touched.

He spotted Paola from the corner of his eye and wondered when she had approached. Gently leaning to the side, he pressed their shoulders together in a form of comfort and reassurance. "I ah, I tried to get 'er here as quick as I could..." He spoke softly. "It was rainin' so 'ard and I didn't wanna drop 'er."