#{interactions:lyra}

Alone in his quarters, Jax fumed. He had to destroy something - to do something physical - before he burst. In a fit of rage, he shoved all the papers off his desk. It wasn’t enough. With a cry of anger, he shoved the desk with all his might and turned around to kick his chair. He didn’t care if anyone heard him, didn’t care if the entire damn crew came to investigate. “Arrrgh!” he growled, knocking over a row of books from his shelf.  // @siren-scng​

Jax hadn’t slept a wink, though he’d been laying in bed with Lyra caught in his usual death grip for hours. His thoughts had been spinning for hours. Finally, as the ship rocked softly with the waves, Jax made up his mind. He propped himself up with one elbow and shook Lyra. “Lyra...Lyra wake up.” Jax rarely, if ever, woke Lyra up. Even in the morning, he would let her sleep in if she pleased. He shook her again, “Baby...I need you to do something for me.” // @siren-scng​

“I just want you to have something fun. We haven’t exactly figured out where we’re going to go next. This might be your last chance to get a new instrument for a while...” This store was most certainly too fancy for two pirates to be walking through. Jax knew he, at least, looked out of place. “Besides, you can always use it as a weapon if our new crew members turn out to be traitors.” // @siren-scng​

Jax was pleasantly buzzed on the second night of the moon festival. In a few days, his crew would have a serious mission to undertake, but for now, he was letting them (and himself) enjoy everything Westburgh had to offer. To get a better look at the stars, Jax had climbed up onto one of the lower roofs on the strip, a bottle of booze balancing precariously on the slant as he leaned over the edge to pull Lyra up. “Come on, I’m telling you, the stars will look much better from up here, and there will be no crowd to spill our drinks!” // @siren-scng​

Maeve grabbed the person nearest to her and attempted to spin around with them in the throng of fellow dancers. The moon was high in the sky, lighting up the vast darkness, and the city was partying like there was no tomorrow. “Doesn’t the music sound great tonight?” she called, not even sure if the person could hear her. There were so many voices and giggles, not to mention the music itself, that it was difficult to hear anyone. // @siren-scng​

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