THE IN-BETWEEN HONEY / sam's funeral

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

The ocean, consistent and contact, was what Seapaw Roux believed his life revolved around. The demigod was aware of it's thrall, how it called to him, promising comfort. Its what filled him with life and its where those he loved went when they died. Today, it's cries and crashing waves fell on deaf ears as he sat, many yards from the shore and gathered crewmates. He sat stiff, eyes clouded as he stared out upon the ocean and its never ending blue scape.

The normally teary-eyed boy was a statue, far from those that may give him comfort. A single tear streaked down his face, dissapearing into the thick fluff that lined his face. Emotions shoved away, compacted into a box to be thrown to the back of his mind. He could not afford to mourn, to grieve, he needed to watch over his family, to take care of them. They needed him to be strong, not the weak teary-eyed child he was on the inside.