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starstruckkkk · 1 year
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Pop of Blue 🦋 Few appointments left available for this Ultra Music Festival in Miami Weekend! Link in bio to book! 💙 #ultramusicfestival #miamimusicweek #ultramusicfest #blueeyeshadow #colorfulmakeup #miamimakeupartist #miamimua #southfloridamakeupartist #miamibrickell #downtownmiami #downtownbrickell #wingliner (at Bayfront Park Miami) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqB3ZjGsYpj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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amainternational · 1 year
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What do you guys think about this look? Wanna see step by step tutorial and what foundation I used on her!? Learn pro makeup course at AMA International Academy . . . . .
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estherart · 2 years
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Sharp black eyeliner
Makeup by Esther magen
Instagram @esther_magennn
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mayyahz · 2 years
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bizarrelittlemew · 6 months
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Edward wakes up to the first snowfall of the year. He cuddles a depressed Stede, who is totally just his roommate, and takes him to a nearby market.
Oneshot ⇉ Read here
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highsummonertemptress · 3 months
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Youtubers, I beg you to talk about these entertainment topics in future videos for content in 2024
Why GTA's (III, Vice City, San Andreas) talk radio is unappreciated
Baldur's Gate - Dark Alliance story explained
Summary/timeline videos of Greenleaf, Desperate Housewives, Charmed, Grey's Anatomy
Reggae and Dancehall influence in East and Southeast Asia
Best moments of each SMTM season
2nd Gen K-Pop (the "you had to be there" moments, analysis videos on why it was the best gen, rankings, survival shows/documentaries e.g. Big Bang: The Beginning, MTV Wonder Girls, - everything!!)
Morning Musume History and Timeline
Ranking other player's Genshin serenitea pots
Evolution of Modern Fanfiction Sites (Winglin, Fanfiction.Net, Asianfanfics, Wattpad, Ao3)
How Koda Kumi, Utada Hikaru, Namie Amuro and Ayumi Hamasaki (K.U.N.A) took Japan by storm
EastEnders overview (1995-2010)
What happened to? series for artists such as Brown Eyed Girls, YA-KYIM, Secret, Tokyo Girls Style, Jewelry, Matsushita Yuya, CSJH The Grace, SUN aka Geisha, Taegoon, Kana Nishino
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theredtours · 9 months
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hey chloe! i have some unreleased songs if you'd like to trade? do you have a list of yours? not sure how rare some of mine are, but i might have something and i'd love to hear the demo of TOSOTD :)
Hi Giulia!
Unfortunately, I do not have anything left to trade as my last two just leaked yesterday and today, but I have good news! You can now download the TOSOTD demo here. :)
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skatingbi · 5 months
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So...One piece Fighter Pilot au loosely inspired by top gun and top gun maverick bc i have a problem...
Sanji and zoro are the main focus in this, they just meet at the top gun program.
just saw this scene as i was writing this in maverick n had to write oml:
Sanji: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING???
Zoro: I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE FYM??
Sanji: AND I SAVED YOURS THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT YOU SHOULD BE IN THE FUCKIN CARRIER BY NOW
ZORO: WELL YOURE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME DONT THINK JUST DO CURLS!!!
Sanji: Oh my god youre fucking stupid fucking moss for brains fuck you
Sanji and zoro literally cant stand each other at the beginning, esp since Sanji has been training to be a pilot since he was a teen by zeff. Zoro on the other hand originally has only ground combat experience before transferring to be a pilot. Tl;DR: zoro is the rookie here lmao
So, zoro as nav and sanji as pilot. This shit is surprisingly like the davy back fight where sanji goes "hey mossy give me 10 seconds" and zoro just replies "aight bet" and suddenly theyre a literal power duo. This is them in an exercise w luffy:
Zoro: luffy is 5 miles to your 6 approaching in about 30 seconds
Sanji: copy *pulls the throttle and cranks a sharp left*
Zoro: Now at our 3, gaining speed and approaching in 10.
Sanji: hold on, mossy *repositions parallel to surface before pulling the stick towards him to gain a height advantage against luffy, it makes them jostle around for a good few seconds*
Zoro: SHIT warn a guy will ya?!
Sanji: hah, didnt take you to be a backseat driver, moss
Luffy cannot reach them atm and is attempting to gain altitude so sanji only needed to go similarly fast enough to what hes used to for a second before pulling back and forcing luffy into a situation to pull a wingline overshoot, making luffy be in front of sanji.
Sanji: target neutralized
Zoro: well goddamn, cook, did they teach you to fly at the speed of fuckin sound in the north blue?
Sanji: HA no but im sure they taught you to overshoot a lot in the east blue
then once they return to the carrier they bicker like teenagers...which they are in this series ig since i think they'd be 19-22 in this. Probably 21 though.
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linggluu · 1 year
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when i was 10, i read a fanfic on winglin titled "the absconder" written by huanle, and it was directly based on this dude ;; (ding peng, not louis koo)
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comatosebunny09 · 1 year
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I have been slowly rewriting stories to post on my AO3 account, and I’ve got to say that I’ve come a long way as a writer in such a short amount of time.
I’ve been writing little stories since middle school. I wrote fanfiction for Rurouni Kenshin, Hellsing, Naruto, D. Gray-man, and Final Fantasy VII once upon a time. I conjured stories for K-Pop bands in high school and halfway through college.
Anyone remember Lunaescence, Freedom of Speech, Ghosts of the Vanguard, or Winglin? 😭 Countless stories of mine all lost in the void.
Took a little break after I joined the Army where I slowly lost my drive to write.
I picked things back up briefly to write Vampire Diaries and Supernatural fics, followed by another hiatus. I didn’t start writing again until the end of last year. Didn’t have the courage to post my stories again until later this year thanks to my burning obsession with our favorite sunshine boy.
I may not be the most skilled writer—I still have a long way to go. But I do want to pat myself on the back for remaining (somewhat) consistent this year and using my writing as an avenue to relieve my stress and cope with my mental disorders.
Thank you all for rocking with me for so long. ❤️
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Chapter 18- Luca
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By daybreak Lapide was far gone, faded to a smear on the horizon, then to nothing at all. They'd long since passed Valeris's outlying islands, ancient watch-towers jutting from sea stacks, summits broken against the sky, and had entered the Inner Sea itself. Now the open ocean spread on all sides, waves cresting to glass in the Wasp's running lamps. The moons fell- first one, then the next,  each in turn swallowed by the horizon.
Now the last moon lingered, a ghostly trace against a sky still spattered with faint stars. The winds were low, sails gusting and snapping above, the Wasp the only relief from the vast wave-carved expanse of blue. Nagi glided aloft, her feathers the same shade as the water, snaps of her sharp beak scattering the cloud gulls when they dived too close.
"Where are we going?" Cereza asked as Luca tied off the wheel and retracted the winglines, folding the side sails once more against the hull. She'd spent the night huddled under both their cloaks, her back pressed to the mast, the Belmont cup's box clutched to her chest and the harpoon over her knees. Now she unfolded, slinging off Luca's cloak as he strode past her. "Luca. Answer me."
"We need supplies," Luca muttered. He glanced at the bullet holes in the sails. Those would only grow bigger. "And repairs."
He closed his eyes, brow furrowed, tracing a course in his head. "We'll arc north to Vodyenai, maybe Buyan if there's not a storm. There won't have been time for word to travel to them from Valeris, not yet. We'll be safe there for a while. We can hire a crew, a bigger ship..."
"And then?"
Luca glanced at the witchborn. She stood at the bow, her silhouette sharp against the dawn sky. A slash of gray and pale rose showed at the horizon, drowning the stars and sending fragments of light skittering across the sea.
Cereza followed his gaze. Her expression hardened, eyes cold.
"Then we have her track us our whale," Luca said. "Make her, if we must."
"And if she won't, even then?"
"Then we'll do it ourselves, won't we?"
He'd tried to sound light, but it wasn't convincing, even to him. He knelt at the base of the mast, fit his fingers through a metal ring bolted to the deck, and pulled the hatch open with a crack. Inside were naval rations in waterproof paper, leather map tubes capped in brass, an astrolabe in its case, a sheathed sword. Canteens of water- not many, not nearly enough for long. A bottle of bilge rum, which was a profound relief; he'd forgotten that was there. At the bottom was a small chest containing pistol and shot.
Luca brushed his fingers over the gun box, glanced again at the witchborn, and left it where it was.
"Here," he said. Cereza took the touga jerky he passed her, but didn't eat. "Are you hungry?"
"I'm cold."
"Sit here, out of the wind."
She shook her head, setting the jerky down. "I don't think that'll help."
Luca let out his breath, then stood, taking up the harpoon. He hefted it, getting a feel for its length, its balance. He'd have to splice on a new lead for it; only a frayed twist of ancient rope remained of the one some long-dead whaler had used. The dawnlight struck its rusted barbs and they glimmered, hungry and harsh. It had been made for these lonely stretches of sea, made for salt wind and sweat, made for dawns like this, traveling toward the edge of the known world.
"Cereza," Luca said. "Hold this, would you?"
He approached the witchborn, Cereza behind him holding the harpoon in both hands like a spear. A gust of wind scudded across the sea; sails creaked and groaned, pulled taut as drumheads. The witchborn turned as Luca stopped behind her. She stared at him, unblinking.
"Cee," Luca said. "Point the harpoon at her, if you will."
She lowered the point, aiming for the witchborn's belly. The tip was steady; one thrust forward, and the witchborn would be food for the cloud gulls wheeling and arguing overhead.
"I'm going to chain you down," Luca told her. "Make one move, and she'll pin you to the gunwale. I suspect you don't want that, and neither do I. You're no good to us if you're dead."
She narrowed her eyes.
Luca stepped past Cereza, reaching under his shirt collar and hooking free the key to the shackles. Chain rasped against chain. The witchborn's eyes followed him, so dark he could not differentiate pupil from iris. This close he felt the faint heat of her skin, and when she turned her head to look at him, he saw the pale flash of a scar across her throat.
Luca's eyes flicked to it, then back to her face.
"Someone tried to slit your throat, didn't they, witchborn." He took one of her chains. "Is that why you can't speak?"
Disgust seeped into her expression. She didn't respond. Luca pulled the chain tight and looped it around the Wasp's railing.
"What's your name, anyway?" he asked. "I can't keep calling you 'witchborn.'"
She lifted her hands, fetters now bound to the railing by chains. I don't particularly care what you call me.
"Well, I do."
And I don't particularly care about what you want.
Luca fastened her chains with a twist of the key. She watched him tuck it into his shirt once more, her hands again by her sides. Perhaps it was the dawn light, but she looked more human here. Not so much a monster anymore.
No, he told himself. No mercy. Luca forced himself to remember the knife, Cereza's scream, the witchborn's bared teeth as she'd smashed her heel into his face. The Falcii she'd torn apart, wisps of shadow curling from their wounds. The curse twisting through Cereza's heart, crushing the life from her beat by beat.
How close they'd all been to peace.
"Only someone with real vengeance in her heart would do what you did," Luca said. He still held her chains, links cold against his skin. "Only someone who's been waiting years to strike against Lapide would be as brutal as you were."
Estara promised me wealth.
"And you're in this for gold, are you? King Daval's favor? A pat on the head from the Bloodmonger himself?" He jerked her closer, chains twanging taut. "Forgive me if I don't believe you."
Her hands sliced through the air. Estara promised me your head. All of your heads. The waves red with Lapidaean blood.
"And now here you are, with us. Keep jumping from side to side and you might find yourself with twice as many enemies as you bargained for."
A harsh grin cut across her face. Estara, Lapide. You're both the same. It doesn't matter who I kill for. Both of you will end the same way, with massacres, and burning seas, and cut throats-
"Luca," Cereza warned.
"Struck a nerve, have I?" Luca spat.
"Luca, stop it."
He rounded on her. She stood, hands in fists, face hard. "How can you defend her, Cee?" Luca cried. "You-"
Force slammed into his guts, so hard white splintered through his vision. The witchborn seized the front of his waistcoat and heaved him round, swinging him bodily into the air. Even with her abilities dormant, she was unnaturally strong. She slammed him hard onto the gunwale. Stars burst in Luca's vision as he hung, the small of his back pressed to the railing, his head and arms dangling over the side.
He grabbed at the railing. Gulls spun overhead; below rushed waves, deep green, spray spackling his face with cold. His stomach swooped as he slipped toward the water, but the witchborn's hand was twisted in his shirt, keeping him from going over.
She yanked him upward. His spine gave a throb of protest. She seized a hank of his hair and wrenched his face toward hers. Her teeth were bared, her pupils ringed in white. It was the same look as when he'd caught her on the Palace rooftops, when she'd smashed her heel into his face.
"Go on," Luca managed. Overhead, Nagi swooped and circled, her fluting calls agitated as she flickered from color to color. "Kill me. You'll never make it back to shore-"
Wood cracked against flesh. The witchborn let out a huff of pain as Cereza brought the harpoon's blunt end down on the back of her head. She released Luca; he scrambled onto the deck. Cereza backed off with him, the witchborn straining at her chains, raking deep, hungry breaths. She signed, her movements jagged, hands shaking. Tears shone in her eyes.
You will never understand, she said. Not until you see her die before you. Not until you watch your world burn.
"What?" Luca panted.
Wind blew, sails straining at their lines: a stronger gust than before. Maybe the winds were turning. Maybe the Triune wasn't done with them, yet.
Luca shifted forward, wincing as the movement jogged at the ache in his stomach. By the Three, she kicked hard.
I came here to see you die, Luca Valere, the witchborn signed. And I will see it. I swear it to you. I will see you bleed.
Another gust spiraled past. The Wasp creaked and shuddered around them, the surface of the sea turning choppy. Waves slapped at the hull. Cereza stood, tense, staring out toward the horizon. Luca couldn't tear his eyes from the witchborn.
"I don't understand," he pressed. "Why Lapide? Why-"
"Luca," Cereza said.
Something in her voice made him turn. She stared out, eyes wide, harpoon lowered. Another gust of wind ruffled Luca's hair back from his face as he followed her gaze. The sky was stained with day, the sun a white crescent. At the horizon came a flicker of light. For an instant, Luca's heart blazed-
-An aurora, the Leviathan-
-But it was no prismatic glimmer, no many-colored falls of light, but a silvery haze, flashing and shifting under the weak sun.
The wind came again, scented not of salt and clean water but of storms, metallic and heavy as blood in the back of the throat. Luca brushed past Cereza and leaned over the railing to get a better look.
"Luca," Cereza whispered. "What is that?"
He heard it, then. A whispering, a hishing, like a crowd of thousands, or like some distant waterfall. It grew louder as the flashing silvery light grew closer, closer. It spanned the horizon for leagues in either direction. The whispering sound strengthened- a whisper, yes, but a roar, too. Not a waterfall any longer. It put Luca in mind of a drawn sword, metal against metal, but multiplied by a hundred, a thousand.
"Cee, toss me the spyglass," he called.
Cereza did, and he snapped it open, setting it to his eye. Through the glass the light became a cloud, an advancing wall of scintillating silver taller than the Wasp. Flickers of blue lightning crackled, illuminating the cloud from the inside in arcs and bursts.
No.
Oh, no.
Cold swept through him as terror seized his nerves.
Triune save us.
He shoved back from the railing. Nagi arced upward, higher into the sky. Luca scrambled to the wheel, heart in his throat. His hands shook on the winglines; they wouldn't loose. Why wouldn't they loose?
"What is it?" Cereza demanded, taking his arm. "What's wrong?"
Luca met her wide eyes.
"Razor storm," he said.
A wet impact hit the deck. Luca looked down to see a fish wriggling on the planks. It was no more than a foot long, its body glimmering silver-blue. Gills gaped, flashing vivid red interiors. Twin pairs of long, triangular fins fluttered from its sides, spread like wings. They glinted the bright silver of a blade, glistening wet, their posterior edges fringed with metallic spines. Where it flopped, it left deep gouges and scars in the wood, like someone had taken a knife to the deck.
Razorfish.
"Get it off!" Luca cried. "Into the water! Fast!"
Cereza seized the harpoon and flipped the fish over the gunwale as a second struck the deck, then a third; the next went through the sails, fins slicing through the thick canvas like it was paper, leaving behind a gaping, ragged hole. Luca knew razorfish, had seen them dead and preserved in salt, or their fins mounted as trophies. He'd seen sailors with scars latticing their bodies, a second skin of them matching the pale scars covering the metal hulls of their fishing trawlers, evidence of a school of razorfish hitting them somewhere in the depths of the Inner Sea. He'd never heard of a storm like this, edge to edge, no end to the wall of fins like blades.
Pain slashed Luca's cheek. He tasted blood. The wind was a blast now, strong as a storm, the sound of the approaching razor storm loud as a warship's engine, a thicket of metal scraping metal, the high keening scream of countless razorfish's wings fluting through the air.
Luca wrenched the wheel hard port, muscles straining. The Wasp turned too slow; air whistled through the holes in its sails, dozens now, fish coming thicker. These were just the fringes. The main mass of razorfish was no more than a few hundred yards away. They'd never outrun the storm.
The upended dinghy on the Wasp's stern was already a ruin of splintered wood. The sky began to darken, the sheer numbers of razorfish drowning out the sun. Luca hazarded a look toward the razor storm; lightning crackled and burst, illuminating the water, the storm, the thousands upon thousands of deadly-finned razorfish. When the main mass of them hit, it would do more than cut. It would tear the Wasp's sails apart.
It would tear them apart.
Another streak of pain opened his side, and he fell, hard, against the wheel. White spun in his vision. He saw Cereza crouched behind the mast. Blood glistened on her hands as she tried to bat the razorfish away with the harpoon. Dying fish flopped around her on the deck, but more got through than she hit.
"No-" Luca cried. "Cee-"
Chain rattled, cutting through the storm's howl. He whipped his head up. The witchborn signed furiously, far faster than he'd seen her sign before.
Let me go.
"No!"
All of us will die if you do not let me go.
Wind tore past him; fish thudded against the deck, hammering thick as rain. Her eyes met his, through the storm, through the flashing, sparking, screaming wall of razorfish.
He heard Nagi's cries, riding higher than the storm.
He heard Cereza's voice as she shouted something lost to the wind.
Damn you, witchborn.
Luca pushed away from the wheel and flung himself across the deck, toward her. She caught him by the arm; her grip was solid. Luca scrabbled in his shirt for the key. She yanked it from his hands, nearly throttling him by its chain, and jabbed it into her fetters. They sprang open, and she lunged, dragging him along beside her, the two of them stumbling together through the thickening swarm.
They reached Cereza as the mainsail split, rent down the middle, halves fluttering like banners from useless lines. Luca threw himself down, over Cereza; he looked up at the witchborn, who stood, half-crouched, staring toward the storm.
"What are you doing?" Luca yelled. "Get down! You'll be ripped apart!"
She raised her hands. Darkness curled around her fingers, drawn from the air, from the flashing shadows of the razorfish around them. It twined around Luca, veining through his skin; it felt cold as night, cold as the black emptiness between the stars.
"How by the Triune are you doing that?" he breathed.
The witchborn spared him a glance. You'd best be glad it's not day yet, Valere.
Shadow streamed and pooled, solidifying into a spectral barrier between them and the storm. Luca braced; Cereza's eyes shone; he felt her racing pulse as her hand tightened around his. The cloud of razorfish grew closer, closer, the wind like a god's hand trying to fling them from the deck.
Luca couldn't look away, couldn't close his eyes. The witchborn curled to her knees, teeth grit, hands outthrust against the shadow barrier, an instant before the storm hit.
The world dissolved into a blur of flashing silver and lightning. The scream became a force, became bigger than Luca; he twisted away, Cereza's face buried in his chest, his hand cupping the back of her head.
He felt the witchborn shaking against him, felt the numbing cold of her shadows, knew she could kill him now with barely an effort. All she had to do was send her shadows into his heart, or retract them, leave him and Cereza to the mercy of the razor storm.
Luca was rigid, half-expecting her to, half-expecting the next thing he felt to be the agony of blades entering his flesh, but it never came.
Fish hammered against the barrier. There was no time to marvel or wonder. All he could do was close his eyes and wait and hold on, hoping beyond hope his luck had not yet run out.
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Nagi wheeled overhead, scattering cloud gulls, a raucous flock of them turned to silhouettes by the sun.
Luca raised the canteen to his lips. A trace of water trickled onto cracked skin, then nothing. Luca shook the canteen. Empty, like the others. He let his arm fall to the deck and stared upward, where Nagi coasted on the still air, shifting colors. A bright, hard blue, like the sky, then yolk-yellow, then scarlet. The sun stared, an unrelenting eye.
A cloud, Luca thought. A breeze. Triune, I am begging you. I'll never blaspheme against you again, not if I live a hundred years.
He raised his head enough to stare over the railing. The ocean was a blue so vivid it hurt his aching eyes, the only disruption the occasional faint ripple as some trace of wind skittered over its surface.
Four days they'd been here, four days on this windless mirror sea. The Wasp drifted at the current's mercy. Even if wind came, there was no way to harness it, not anymore. The sails hung, useless, from their lines, so shredded they looked more like fine lacework than canvas. Great chunks and gouges had been taken from the Wasp, turning its once-sleek hull into a pocked wreck. Slashes showed paler wood beneath the black paint, the mast listing and chewed. Cut lines trailed behind the ship like the tentacles of some dying sea creature.
This was no fishing trawler, no armored warship sheathed in plates of metal to protect it from razor storms. It may as well have killed them. A razor fish's fin to the throat would have meant a quicker death than this, slowly succumbing to the gradual lull of dehydration.
"Luca," Cereza murmured.
He turned his head. Cereza leaned against the railing, her head to the gunwale. Her eyes were closed.
"What?" Luca said.
"Any more in yours?"
"No, Cee. I'm sorry."
"It's all right."
"No. I'm sorry for...this. For everything."
"Stop, Luca..."
"I mean it."
"This was my choice, too," Cereza said. She pressed her hand to her heart, brow creasing. "I want to see it. I want to see it as much as you do."
Her voice was pained, so full of hope. Luca pulled himself to her side. She still held the Belmont cup's box, a deep cut gouged from its lid. The cup inside was unhurt. The sunlight made it glitter like a prism, too bright to look at. Luca snagged his canteen and tipped the last spare drops of water into it, then set it to Cereza's lips. He saw the movement of her throat as she swallowed.
"Better," she said.
Luca leaned next to her, one shoulder against the railing, the cup still held in his palms. He turned it to and fro, watching the ripple of color through its depths. Closing his eyes, he tried to sense some pull from it, some pulse or echo of power.
Nothing but smooth, sun-warmed crystal. He was no witchborn, after all.
"I have a game," he said. He tipped his head toward Cereza. "To pass the time."
She didn't bother opening her eyes. "What sort of game?"
"A delightful one."
Her lips twitched into a faint smile. "Go on, then."
"When we reach land- a lush one, of course, with extremely accommodating people, exceptionally delectable cuisine, and suspiciously beautiful women- what's the first thing you're going to eat?"
"Mmm. Moon cakes."
"Moon cakes? Out of everything there is to eat in this world you'd choose moon cakes?"
One eye opened. "I thought this was supposed to be a delightful game, not a judgmental one."
"Fine, fine."
Nagi called overhead, swooping past once more, dipping her wings into a dive. She snatched something from the water's surface and spiraled into the sky once more, her feathers blooming pale pink as she alit on the mast to eat her catch. Rotting razorfish still covered the Wasp's deck, but she wasn't stupid enough to try feeding on those; their flesh contained barbs as sharp as the ones on their wings, and to eat them was like swallowing a mouthful of broken glass.
"And to think," Luca murmured. The sun beat down on him, sweat trickling into his hairline. "If none of this had happened, you'd be eating moon cakes off silver plates alongside Prince Alois Belmont right now."
"I thought we were so close, Luca."
"I know, Cee." He let out his breath. "I know."
"I dreamed again."
He looked at her. Her gray eyes were focused on some point in the sky, past the sun and wheeling gulls. "The Leviathan. I saw it."
"What did you see?"
"The same as before. Flying. It was bleeding. I could see it, beneath me, but it was in the air, too, in the sky, the stars all falling, all burning. Dying."
Her voice became a sing-song whisper. "It was like the end of the world. Maybe the beginning. I don't know."
"We will find it."
She said nothing, just closed her eyes, lashes golden in the sun.
Luca raised his head. The witchborn was where she'd been the last time he'd looked for her, perched on the Wasp's prow, one leg on either side of its bowsprit. They had barely spoken in the past four days. Luca climbed to his feet and approached, wincing as his cuts pulled. The razorfish had left him a mess of drying blood and shallow gashes. At this rate he'd have nearly as many scars as the witchborn.
She glanced at him as he stopped by her side, leaning once more against the railing. A breeze ruffled his hair, momentary respite from the heat.
"Anything?" he asked, after a pause.
She shook her head. They took turns looking out, scanning the horizon for a sail or the first sign of land. The stars told him they were leagues off course, their arc taking them not north, up trusted routes to the northern archipelago of Buyan, but south, deep into the Gulf of Storms, toward the edge of the Inner Sea. These were the doldrums, the windless desert deadlands of sailor's nightmares. At least a storm would push them toward something, even if that something was shipwreck.
He cut his eyes toward the witchborn. He thought she hadn't noticed, but she raised her hands and signed what do you want, Valere?
"To thank you. You saved our lives."
I saved my own life as much as yours.
"Yes, well. You didn't have to, and yet you did. I can't help but appreciate it." He sighed. "I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did."
Not very princely.
Luca laughed. "No, it wasn't. Though, the way things have been going, I'm afraid nothing about me is."
She smiled, a hard upturn of the corners of her mouth. Her profile was clean, the planes of her face bathed in sunlight. Where was she from? She didn't look like anyone Luca had seen before, no ambassador or tradesman from off-island. She'd spoken of feeling the pulse of the Leviathan's power through the whaleglass knife, had spoken of balance, sky and sea and star.
My name, she signed, and spelled out an unfamiliar word. Luca mouthed along with the letters she formed, one by one.
"Sirin?" Luca said when she got to the end.
She nodded.
"Sirin," Luca said again, savoring the unfamiliar taste of the sounds. "That's a name worth waiting for."
Don't attempt charm, Valere.
"I don't attempt charm. I am charm."
You are Lapidaean, she signed. You and I will never be friends.
Luca's grin faded. He nodded and faced the horizon again, forearms braced against the railing. Sirin's face was hard, all of her momentary glint of humor gone.
There is a tale of a place like this, Sirin signed after a pause. Where I come from the winds never cease. They might relent for an hour, but they always returned, and we welcomed them like friends when we once more heard their howl.
Her hands danced and fluttered as she spoke, signing her words in midair to weave the story. We believed souls were carried on the winds, released at the moment of death to ride in the skies forever. But a place without wind is an unnatural thing. Souls fall here. Souls drown. These seas are full of them, lost to the deeps, like children wandered far from home.
Luca thought of the Triune, their three faces carved from Valeris's pale stone: Sola, Ina, and Yuna, the past, the now, and the unknown. "Our gods fly, too."
How similar we must be. And you trust those gods? You believe in them, love them?
Luca didn't answer. The Triune were his mother's gods, his father's, Isabella's, their temples great and their priestesses many. He believed in them because he'd grown up with their statues, their shrines, their word. He believed in them, but he knew it was superstition, like sailor's charms or fishermen's rituals. It was rote, but not real.
His belief in the Leviathan was not superstition. It was a call, it was a storm, it was bigger than him, it was madness. It filled him up and ached. It was as much a part of him as his pulse, like the Great Leviathan was his heart, ranging some ocean far beyond his small shard of understanding.
"The Trifold Tongue says our dead are sent to a place without fear," Luca said after a moment. "Cut from this life by Yuna's sword."
Cut. How violent. As I might expect.
"Bold to preach to me of violence. You've killed more than I have."
She said nothing. Luca sensed a renewed tension from her, a tightening of her hands.
"Of course," he added, with a theatrical shrug, "some in Lapide also believe the oceans have an edge, and all the water goes pouring off into a starry abyss, swimming with monsters vaster than the sky. I don't suppose that's true."
Your folk fancy strange things.
"And your folk fancied nothing, I'm guessing?"
Nothing so ridiculous as that.
Luca felt the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile. Strange, this, to be trading stories with a monster. If she was, indeed, a monster.
"Where is it, then, you come from?" he asked.
Sirin cut him a look. A place long dead, she signed. A people long drowned.
She said no more. Luca stared across the sea, watching the ripple of the waves, the shimmer of sunlight on water.
"All things considered," he said, "this isn't such a bad place to die."
A dark spot swam in his vision. He blinked, rubbed his eyes. It persisted: a blot on the horizon. Was the heat addling his brain? Luca blinked again, straightening, as Sirin unfolded from her perch, crouching on the railing's edge.
Not a sunspot, not his mind playing tricks. He scrambled for his spyglass and set it to his nose, heart hammering.
Sails.
A ship, sailing straight for them.
As he lowered the spyglass, Cereza and Sirin were at his sides, staring at him. "What flag?" Cereza asked. She leaned on the harpoon like a cane. "Lapidaean? Buyani?"
Estaran? Sirin signed.
Luca shook his head, licking his lips. They must have cracked; he tasted blood. If the Triune were listening, they must have a wicked sense of humor.
"No," he said. "Pirates."
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444names · 2 years
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the entire urgal dictionary + furniture
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year
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does anyone else remember Winglin. that was a hellscape site if there ever was one
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