the storm

                    ❝please, CONTINUE.❞ percy’s eyes flitted all over the scene, hoping to take in every last detail from the pattern of the woman’s dress to the soft melodic tune she sang. he knew not of the song, but her VOICE made him wished he had. many nights were spent at the opera with his family, fidgeting in his seat as he tried to stand the SHRILL singing. but her voice, oh, it was different. it flowed through the words rather than PIERCED them and made percy’s heart warm.

After months of trying to figure out what was best, Theo had come to. a conclusion. Perhaps starting over was the best option. He was searching for something, Lord only knew what. And with another life behind him, perhaps the so called ship of dreams was just what he needed. 

But luck was not on Theo’s side. He had settled into his room, all well and fine, and set out to find a comfortable spot to wait to set sail. That was, until she walked right by. Cleo. 

“What luck we have.” He said slowly, starting to stand. It would be impolite to ignore her all together.

   how long had it been since they last saw each other? since they last called it QUITS. when they both gave up t r y i n g to rekindle the memory they once treasured. the treasure that’s forever lost. a few months ago, she promised that they’d still get in touch. maybe just keep the relationship as friends. or in their case, acquaintance. for sure, theo didn’t want anything to do with her, or even see her. because there’s just NO love that they both had for each other left. 

   to her surprise, theo responded. him being on the ship was one thing. it’s funny how fate decide to play with them two. 

                    kit swallowed HARD hearing the other girl’s voice from behind the closed door. her hands trembled as she rattled the door knob, easing the door open,  ❝uh… thank you.❞ kit looked down at her shoes, the situation out of her control which FRIGHTENED her beyond belief. 

“oh, dear!” seraphina exclaimed, entering her room to see the girl lounging on her bed. “do i have the wrong room? i’m terribly sorry.” she attempted to pick up all her bags, scrambling to get out of the room. “i didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

At first, Mia wasn’t so excited to accompany her father - the captain of the ship - on his voyage but now when she was on the board and in her room, she was more than excited. Jumping to the bed full of cushions, she laughed. “Well - if this is the second class room, I’m quite curious how looks the first class.” she said to herself with a satisfied giggle.

   whether or not she’s working, whatever she does & wherever she goes, cleo would always hum and sing some songs to spare her time. when she was a kid, she’d be conscious about her voice & get stage fright whenever she joined singing contest. although now, she still gets shy when someone outside from her relations hear her sing.

   ‘Tell me I'm your baby, and you never leave me. Tell me that you'll kiss me forever. Whisper that you love me. Have you ever leave me? Be mine for always, I'll be yours forever. Tell me I'm your baby, and you never leave me. Tell me that you'll kiss me, forever.’ she sang with her hearts out, as if she didn’t care if someone out there was listening to her. she went on and on until she noticed a pair of eyes watching her. that’s when she STOPPED.

   it’s been a while since she last heard a soothing & relaxing voice like hers. she always thought that her mother’s voice was the greatest. but after hearing the girl’s voice just from behind the door frame, she could tell that the girl had a lot of POTENTIAL on her. cleo could just imagine her in musicals & they would love her. “i thought i heard an angel singing.” she grinned widely.

Asher watches a young woman disappear into his room and takes a moment to stop in his tracks and look at the slip of paper in his hand. His eyes go from the small plate reading his room number and back to the slip of paper. “Excuse me?” He peaks from around the door frame, “I’m afraid there’s been a mix up of rooms.” He does his best not to chuckle at her excitement. 

“ I’d say it’s a bit excessive, but then again, what do I know?” Nancy’s parents had gone out to meet with a pair of company partners in a different cabin, so she’d been left to her own devices. Her parents had given her the whole spiel ( “don’t leave, we’re trusting you to stay put and behave” etc ) and she’d decided to listen for ONCE. Besides, she was almost done with her novel. 

“ Would you like one? I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but I really ought to not eat this all on my own. Corsets are awful enough as it is, and I’ll “ruin my figure” or something like that.” she rolls her eyes, gesturing to the box of chocolates on the table next to her chair. 

     cleo could already feel heat rushing through her face, soon, she’d be as red as a tomato. for a moment, she thought that place was vacant because everything was orderly placed to its belonging. then she recalled, this is the room of first class. of course, everything had to be fancy. even if it’s a mere luggage. she would have mistaken it as part of a ship.