forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"There's a difference between being alone and feeling alone," she said. She was being surprisingly open with Anto, even if he had no clue what she was talking about.

The guilt struck him once again, forcing him to pause from his work. I should have been quicker. And I should not have been so pushy about walking.

She cracked open an eye when Anto stopped, and she could see the guilt on his face as clear as day. "It's nothing you've done, Anto. I've always been alone, one way or another. It's just how I grew up, and how it's always going to be. There's a reason I don't let anyone know my full name."

"I could have been less annoying, though," he said with a shrug, studying the blade once again.

She sighed and closed her eye again. "I'm still here, aren't I? And talking. I could just ignore your existence."

"That is…..fair." He went back to sharpening, focusing on the area near the tip now. "I do not mean to be a downer."

"We're both downers, just feeding off of each other's downer energy to make it even more of a downer mood. And then it just repeats until we're both curled up and immensely depressed." She paused to take a breath, letting it out with a slight chuckle.

"I am not a natural downer," he snorted, shaking his head. "Just the situation has made me a temporary one."

"Aye," she agreed. "This whole day has been shitty," she said after a brief lapse of silence.

"It can only get better from here, right?" he asked, sounding very unconvinced.

"Or it can go into the gutter," she grumbled. "We're not at rock bottom yet, Princy."

His whole body froze at the last word and he looked up at her with confused eyes. "W-what did you call me?"

She opened her eye and looked up at him with a raised brow. "Princy? You're so high maintenance and stubborn, I thought it fitting to call you that from now on."

He let out a visible sigh of relief, returning to the blade with hands that shook slightly. "O-oh. Yes. Right."

She narrowed her eye at him, trying to piece some puzzle pieces together. He reacted strangely to the nickname, and she wanted to know why.

He ignored her gaze the best he could as he continued to sharpen. However, his hands shook so bad that he had to put the stone down or he was risking cutting himself.

"Anto," she said softly, "You're shaking." It was probably pointing out the obvious, but sometimes the obvious needed pointed out for it to be noticeable.

"Yes….I am." He attempted to stop the shaking by pinning his hands against the bed, to no avail.

She didn't push it any further, but she did close her eyes and say softly, "I'm always available to lend an ear, if you ever need it. Nothing goes past me."

"I…um….much appreciated," he said, frowning as his hands refused to sit still.

Once again, she didn't push it. She knew a secret when she saw it, and she had enough of her own to know when to back off. So, she just rolled onto her side, her back to Anto, and attempted to get a nap in. Being the first mate was difficult work, and naps were few and far between.

"I am not what I saw I am," he blurted, rubbing his hands against his pants. "I got….more in my past than one would expect."

She was silent as she opened her eyes, staring at the wall. "One does not often use that kind of language unless one has been raised in a higher class family," she observed, falling into her old, old home dialect.

"Um….yes, that is true." He nodded in agreement. "What I am going to say might sound a bit….far fetched, but I promise I am telling nothing but the truth."

She rolled over onto her other side, head nesting in her arms as she looked at Anto. "I'm all ears, and my lips are sealed." She even went so far as to bury her head further into her arms so that her mouth was covered.