when: during/immediately after the salvage crew returns where: lower decks whom: closed for @wolfhoundings
There are words being said, of that she is sure. Marcus declaring the change of power; that he is in and Malachy is out. A proclamation of the ship’s new course--one that points north, and will continue to do so; as long as she has anything to say about. But as important as those words are, they simply become noise. Language is stripped into meaningless syllables outside the bubble Mariah and Violet find themselves locked in. Nothing else exists but them; the whole world distilled into two pairs of steel blue eyes. They say no meaningless words, not even a whisper, for there is no need. All that needs to be said is communicated in miniscule movements on their features.
Do not move, The line between Violet’s brows say firmly––almost as threatening as the musket in her hand. The musket aimed for his head. Don’t make me kill another friend, Mariah––the clenching of her jaw yells. Don’t fucking do it.
