what do i stand for | paola | most nights i dont know

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

As Deniz finished his stretches, he lifted is arms and clasped his hands, moving them down slowly but strongly. As his hands went down, he let out a strong breath. Finding himself calmed and in control, he pushed his hands outwards, moving them up slowly in a massive curve, his muscles flexing as he controlled the waves. The wave before him rose in tune with his movements and, with a swift downward motion, he sent it back where it came from, slamming into the ocean.

As he was about to repeat the exercise, he heard a shout from the other side of the rock. He stilled for a moment, listening for anymore sounds of distress. Maybe he should go check on them? They could be hurt. But, if he was being honest, that had sounded more like a shout of frustration. He'd seen some of the bursts of fire slapping against the ocean so, someone must have been practicing their fire bending.

Deciding to go back to his exercises, he didn't hear the girl approach until she spoke. Allowing his collected water to drop, he turned and greeted Paola with a grin. "Howdy!" he called out, waving back. "Dunno if Geo considers me a friend but I consider her one!" he replies with an amused chuckle, reaching a hand out as the proximity grew close. "Nice too meetcha! I'm Deniz Roux, son of the captain!" he introduced, hoping she would shake his hand and not leave him hanging.