forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I think I'll stay out here and wait," she said, squirming a bit. "I don't want to impose. Plus, they're pirates. Not saying there's something inherently wrong with pirates, but I don't really want to be mistaken for an enemy or something."

"You don't look like the enemy type to me," Leah answered, raising a brow as she looked over towards Dara, though she nodded in understanding. "Joanna should be ready with food soon, so if you want to grab a few bites of that. It's always good," she proposed, suggesting a thought so that Dara could get to know the crew a bit more.

"Sure, okay," Dara agreed, looking around. "Once dinner's ready, I guess I can introduce myself to everyone. You do have a place everyone gathers to eat, right?"

"Correct. We use the main room below decks in order to eat and discuss any other matters, though some people take food back to rooms if they'd like to," Leah explained as she pushed herself off of the edge of the ship, tucking a few ginger strands behind her ears.

"Okay," Dara repeated, nodding. She remained by the edge of the boat, her eyes on the sea. "Just let me know when it's ready." She paused for a long moment, still peering over the blue abyss of the ocean. "I wonder where Daso is."

The hood on his jacket obscured his face as he hurried down the crackled cobblestone streets. He kept his eyes glued to his feet, partly because he didn't want to be recognized, and partly because he didn't know if he could bear seeing the familiar sights of the city around him. The cathedral bells went off yet again, startling him. He tucked his hands into his pockets and did his best to ignore them.

The bells were ringing the first and last time his father hit him. He could still taste the blood and terror and rage, could still hear the gritty disappointment in his father's voice. He'd been defending Dara, but somehow that was wrong. So he ran. The bells rang again when his father tried to have him hanged. He'd been trying to talk to Dara, but somehow, that was wrong too. So he ran again. Had the bells rung when his mother passed? Had the bells rung as she took her final breath and cursed his name?

He tried to shake those thoughts away, but they lingered like the persistent chill in the wind. He took a shaky breath and continued walking until he reached the site. The grave site where his grandparents were buried, and where he hoped his mother had been buried.

Her grave was simple and unadorned. The flowers –peonies, her favorite– he'd brought were the only ones in the graveyard whatsoever. Her name was inscribed on the stone, and below it the dates of her birth and her death. Nothing else. It was vanity, according to his father's teachings, to adorn something like a grave. Daso placed the flowers on the dirt near the stone. He knelt by them, his face tipping towards the overcast skies, his hood slipping from his head.

"I'm sorry," he started, and then he stopped. "I'm sorry," he tried again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He couldn't find any other words. So, he stood, tucked his hood back over his head, and staggered from the graveyard. Tears blinded his vision. He had to see his father. He had to make things right.

(Aw, our poor lil Daso.)

Leah hummed in agreement, looking out towards Sole as if she were trying to figure out where Daso was right now. She would have come along with him just to make sure he was alright, though she doubted that he wanted her there. She wasn't very good at condoling others anyway. "What did you do in Sole, exactly?" Leah asked after a few moments, not wanting to be left alone with the silence of her own thoughts.

Dara paused, humming lightly as she considered. What did she do? That was a loaded question. "Oh, well," she started, turning her back towards the ocean and leaning against the side of the boat. "I mostly just piss everyone off. I avoid men, I read a hell of a lot of books, I write, and I invent. I don't get paid for any of those things, although I feel I should be paid for my efforts. It's hard to avoid men when it's required by law to be married by twenty five. I also…make things. I make my own hair dyes, which I think I said, I make my own little pieces of rudimentary machines, and I draw designs for the things I don't have the resources for. I chart stars. I…I don't know. I do stuff."

"You're quite the interesting person. Most women that I've met that live in Sole are usually nuns or mothers," Leah answered in faint thought, her green eyes studying the other for a few moments as she leaned her side against the edge of the boat. "Though, I like that you have interests. If you stay, you should meet Kameo since both of you are inventors," she added.

"I'm asexual," Dara said flatly, making a face. "Men aren't exactly my style. They don't like women who want to do other things besides make them dinner. Although, maybe men from places other than Sole aren't like that." She turned back to the sea. "Kameo, as in the guy who lost a leg? Sure. I'd love to put a face to the name."

"Trust me, most men in the sectors want women to sit around at home and make their dinner. At least, that's what it was like in Trieste," Leah answered, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips up at Dara's comments. That was one of the main reasons she left the cities, since being on the ocean meant that she wasn't bound to idiotic stereotypes.

"Sometimes I was tempted to wear a sign that said 'I burn everything so no I can't be your housewife" but when I proposed the idea to my mom when I was ten, she yelled at me." She laughed at the memory, shrugging. "The sea sounds perfect. I don't really have to deal with people or cities if I'm here."

Leah laughed at Dara's comment, the first time that she had done so in a while. "God, when I was fourteen I shoved a boy off the docks for trying to kiss me. That would probably explain my faulty love life," she joked with a small laugh. She had never been quite interested in men when she was younger, and instead wanted to get away on the sea.

"Whenever guys would try to come on to me, Daso would…never fight them." Dara sighed an exasperated sigh. "He hated violence. He'd just kind of yell at them until they got annoyed. Since Daso is likely in love with you, although I haven't had time to properly research this, he'll yell at men for you if you want him to."

"In love with me," Leah repeated with a small scoff as she shook her head faintly, though she still pondered the thought. How could Daso ever be in love with her? He was so sweet and good with others, whereas she wasn't…that at all. He couldn't be in love with her. It was almost impossible, right?

"He's been in love one other time, as far as I know," Dara mused aloud, kind of to herself, but mostly to the captain. "I think he has a type. He likes girls who have kind of a take charge attitude, since he's more of a follower than a leader. I don't know what else. She wasn't a red head, but who knows? Maybe he's not picky and doesn't mind all the freckles." She realized belatedly that she'd insulted the captain. Oops, too late to amend that.

"I can't help the freckles. It's a package deal with the red hair," Leah answered, crossing her arms her chest as she looked over towards Dara, though the faintest flush made it across her cheeks. Dara couldn't possibly know if Daso was in love with her from one moment. No one had that ability…but they were twins after all. Weren't they supposed to know each other like the backs of their hands?

Dara continued to peer at her, studying her freckles and pale skin under the light of the mid-afternoon sun. "I don't know. I guess you're pretty." She pursed her lips. "What, do you not love him in return? I figured with all the blushing and the concern, you must."

"I…I don't know, Dara," Leah answered after a long pause as she returned Dara's peering gaze. They were quite pretty as well, with dark skin and eyes, though she wasn't going to admit out loud. "I've never really loved somebody before," she added. Of course, she had loved her family, but never someone else romantically. It was an odd territory for her.

Dara exhaled heavily, glancing back towards the sea and then towards the sky. "Sometimes I pity him for being able to love so deeply and so easily. Other times I envy him. I've never been able to love like that, but I suppose it's for the better. I'm willing to bet that you, however, can learn to." She smiled slightly at that and decided that she would play matchmaker. If she was allowed to stay, that is.

"I have a feeling you're going to be our matchmaker on the ship. 'Pirate cupid' to be exact," Leah said with a small laugh, her own smile tilting the corners of her lips upward. Though, she nodded in understanding at what Dara said, deciding that she had always admired the way that Daso could love someone so much.

Dara smirked at that. "Pirate cupid, hmm? Maybe I will." She tapped her fingers against the side of the boat, considering. "I hope that's not my only role on the ship, though."

"Of course. Since you have quite the brain, maybe a job below decks?" Leah proposed, leaning against the side of the boat as she looked towards Sole, humming in thought. Should Daso be back by now?

(on my phone, so sorry in advance for the sub par response)

"Sounds ideal," Dara agreed in a clipped tone. She yawned, glancing towards the sun. It was nearly sunset and Daso still hadn't returned. Despite herself, she was kind of worried about him. She pushed the concern aside.

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"Should we go and check on him?" Leah asked after a few long pauses, glancing over at Dara as she motioned towards the now setting sun. It seemed a bit concerning that they weren't back by now, but she would give Daso his time to cope, even if it took the whole day.

Dara was beginning to have her own set of doubts. What if the idiot had gone to visit their father, despite her warnings? Their last two meetings had been violent and counterproductive, and their father was even worse now. Daso was the type to willingly march into danger if his heart was in it, and that made him so incredibly stupid. She was getting mad just thinking about it, but she tried not to show it. She pursed her lips again, sniffling, "If you want to. I'm sure he's fine."

Daso approached their house with evident trepidation. The house was just as he remembered it –old, brick, large, and unwelcoming. He walked up the steps to their porch and rung the door bell after only a few moments of hesitation. His hands were shaking, but he'd come too far to stop now. He had to see this through.

Their housekeeper answered the door. She was half-blind and didn't give a shit about the family she took care of. Daso figured she didn't recognize him, or if she did, she just didn't care. She nodded at him and let him in, mumbling something about fetching the master of the house. Daso followed her into the house, his boots clicking against the echo-y wood floors.

His eyes turned towards the stairs. His room was to the left just as you reached the top. It always felt like a prison to him. He turned his gaze towards the piano, where Dara had sat agonizing hours learning to play songs she didn't care about, while he sang along to make her feel better.

Shut up, she'd say through her teeth, missing a note or two. He'd only sing louder, louder and louder until he finally made her laugh.

He shook those thoughts away as footsteps suddenly approached. He stiffened, his eyes on his father. His father stood tall, wearing his priestly robes, his eyes ringed with the blackness of sleep deprivation. "Daso," he greeted, his words making the air seem even colder.

Daso suddenly felt he'd made a huge, colossal mistake.

Leah released a small breathe as she played with the small silver bangle around her wrist that used to belong to her father. It usually provided her some sort of comfort, though at the moment, all she could think about was if Daso was alright. What if he got into some trouble? What is his father had found him? "We can check soon with a few more crew members. Just to make sure it's safe," she finally said, nodding her head as if to console herself with the idea.