#biam

Just Sam and Eric with pill by water-lilies and needle-like reeds dilly dallying what babies

Then bill and the twins hanging out together.

It had been weeks since anyone had seen land. Few were becoming restless- unused to being on the ocean for extensive lengths. One such figure sat upon a crate, the wooden box blocking entrance to the Captain’s Quarters. His dull green eyes were weary, sick of the vast cerulean depths stretching past the horizons. The subtle rocking was no longer comforting- a simple lull to pull a tired mind towards the brink of sleep. With the land so went the sun, dark masses gradually swarming the ever-sailing ship. And now they break loose, crystalline drops cascading onto slick floorboards. The green eyes close against the assault, a long sigh escaping through parted pink lips. From behind, the rain splattered door is pulled open.

“Still sittin’ ‘ere?” A familiar voice asks, arms snaking their way around a slumped torso. Alaric does not answer, only leans back, into the arms he has made his home. Another breathy exhale is released, eyes opening to gaze up at beautiful blue ones that stare back. From the corners of his peripheral, Alaric notices an orange blur as it streaks down the slippery steps. Though the movement is quick, Lucifer notices it too, eyebrows raising in question. Before either can react the causation stands before them: Birch. Alaric is unsure of his words, opening his mouth only to have it close abruptly. It is Lucifer who asks the question reeling through both of their minds.

“What’re ya wearin’?”

“It’s the first day of fall,” Birch whispers, brown eyes shining in the rain that crashes upon his face.

“T-that doesn’t answer ma question.” The arms around Alaric tighten, as if Lucifer is trying to protect him from what Birch has become. Neither gets a response, only a widening grin that brings waves of concern. Only Birch’s face is visible, the rest surrounded by burnt-orange fabric. His arms are outstretched, nothing but hands showing, and his legs are covered by tight black pants. Before them stands Birch, an autumn crisp maple leaf.

“Where in the world did you get that?” Alaric asks, almost scared for an answer. Birch simply laughs, looking down at the costume covering him.

Full name: Lucifer Naleen

Pronunciation: L-oo-s-if-er Nay-lean

Nickname(s) or Alias: Luci

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 22

Birthday: December 5th

Sexuality: as straight as a pride parade walking along a rainbow

Height: 6’0

Weight: ???

Figure/build: muscled, but not ripped

Hair colour: black

Hairstyle: sideburns and a bit up are shaved, top is an inch or so long with a little extra in the front

Facial Hairstyle: scruff, a bit more than 5 o’clock shadow

Eye colour: blue/grey

Skin/fur/etc colour: lightly tanned with barely noticeable freckles that come out in the summer

Tattoos: right hip/inner pelvis is an anchor with a banner around it that says “Lost At Sea” on three lines, under the banner wrapped very loosely around is a thinnish rope.

Piercings: his ears

Full name: Alaric

Pronunciation: Al-uh-rick

Nickname(s) or Alias:

Gender: /Male/

Species: Denleer (shapeshifter)

Age: Young/mid twenties (hundred or so)

Birthday: Nope

Sexuality: Lucifer

Height: 5’7

Weight: yes

Figure/build: smol, stronger than he looks

Hair colour: Brown

Hairstyle: Shaved around sides, loose with mass of curls on top

Facial Hairstyle: none

Eye colour: Green with gold flecks

Skin/fur/etc colour: Grey/pale white/brown

Tattoos: none

Piercings: none

Full name: /dale/

Pronunciation: lol not really, but

Nickname(s) or Alias: Birch

Gender: male

Species: human

Age: 22

Birthday: march 12th

Sexuality: pansexual

Height: 5’8

Weight: i deuid23ehno

Figure/build:  thin, strong from climbing the riggings

Hair colour: blonde

Hairstyle: a bit above shoulder, wavy, some small braids

Facial Hairstyle: no

Eye colour: brown

Skin/fur/etc colour: tan

Tattoos: realistic heart over where his heart is.

Piercings: no