#bralyna

He was more tired than he had been in days. Maybe even weeks. There was no real telling how long it was since the last time he felt the bone-deep exhaustion that dragged him down below deck. 

As soon as Perry had taken over, he was happy. The winds were harsh and the rain was harsher. He felt like knives had been sliced across his cheeks repeatedly, and his lighter armor was soaked through, getting to the green skin beneath and causing even more discomfort. 

Mugara let out a long breath when he finally made it away from the storm, superficially. Off went the armor, the pieces he didn’t need, his boots especially, and he dragged his feet from the base to the closest surface to sit. 

The floor would have been fine. After seeing Bralyna curled up on the couch, he considered the floor again, with a defeated sigh. He was a gentleman, giving her that space should have been the end of it. 

… But he was so tired.

In a moment, he decided, flinging off the last of his armor for a wet set of linens and grabbing the last of the warm, dry towels, that he’d join her. She had enough space on that couch. He may fall off the edge, he realized, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

Careful, slow, cautious, he snuck in, and snuggled close, breathing in her warmth and relaxing. But as he drifted into sleep, his arm lay across her waist. His nose lightly buried into her hair at the back of her neck. 

The former General may have woken up on the floor, on his back, but he grinned in spite of himself. Now, at least, he was warm!

( Probably about a year ago if it’s on the ship.)

Cerothyn’s eyes went wide and he slowly shook his head without a word, smart man.

“I said no peeking!” Cerothyn yelled as Lyna tried to peek out from behind the cloth that was over her eyes. She snickered and dropped her hands, putting them behind her back afterwards.

“Alright, alright. What is it anyway?”

“You’ll see,” he answered. Their footsteps were heard against the docks, he was careful to make sure she didn’t fall into the sea as they walked. Finally, when they reached the end he pulled the silken cloth off her head. In front of them was a large ship with black sails beside his own. “Remember how I told you I’m starting my own fleet, lass?” Lyna looked at the ship with a confused expression before turning back to him.

“Yes?”

“This one is yours.” He walked her around to the other side where the name was before she could even react and simply motioned to it. “Daisy” was painted on in a large, elegant script. “I know you wanted your own and as much as I’ll miss you being my gunner, you’ll make a hell of a captain in my fleet…that is if you’ll take the job of course.” He smiled. “I heard you saying you fancied that name. I don’t know why you do, but I had her named that.”

Lyna’s hand clasped over her mouth as she stared at the name, tears welling up in her eyes already. All she could do was nod over and over again to his answer before finally flinging her arms around the pirate’s form in a tight hug. “She’s perfect, Cero.” He patted her back when he returned her embrace before finally moving away.

“Aye, but wait till you see the guns.”

Reli reached into his tabard and pulled out a handful of various baggies, all which were labeled. He searched for the right one and tucked the rest of the drugs back into their place. “Here, this is some of the stronger stuff, my own mixture, so you don’t nearly use as much. It’s pretty potent and will knock you on your ass.” He offered it to her. “That’ll be 80.”

[Music]

His head was resting against the rim ofthe tub when she entered the room, looking as if he were dead. Therogues body looked as if he had gotten in a fight with a Devilsaurand lost, still in his torn clothes in the bloody water, the only wayshe could tell he was alive was the cigarette hanging from his lips.“I’ve had worse..” He whispers, opening a swollen eye best hecould to look at her.

Lyna quickly moved to his side, pullinghim out of the tub and onto the floor before searching the room for atowel to press against the wounds on his chest. “Zak! Zak…Gods,please stay with me. What happened? Who did this. Tell me how to helpyou.” She whispers as she places her forehead against his  “Pleasedon’t leave me…” The ebon haired elf smiles weakly up at her.“Shh.. no sad eyes.. I’ve.. had worse.” He winced, gritting histeeth before letting out a soft laugh. “It wasn’t a dragon thistime.. not so bad.” His hand lifts weakly to caress her cheek.“Please.. don’t be sad..” He whispers, opening his eye to gaze ather. “I don’t want to leave you.. I’ve just.. gotten the chance tobe near you..”

The rogue’s hand fell as he begancoughing up large amounts of blood causing him to let out a softgroan. “I have bandages.. somewhere.. I think in the other room.”He nods slightly, looking up at her once more. Lyna swiftly begangetting up only to feel Zak’s weak hold on her wrist. “Before yago.. can’t a scorpion steal a kiss?” He says with a weak grin as shelowered back to him and softly pressed her lips to his. His ears wiltwith the kiss, lifting his hand to her cheek once more before lettingher leave to find the bandages. Zak stared at the ceiling as hisbreathing began to slow, a smile resting on his lips as he whispered.“Thank you.. Lyna.. for everything..”

A minute hadn’t passed and Lyna swiftlyreturned to the room. “I found ‘em. You’re going to be okay.” Shesaid with a sniffle as she returned to his side, staring down at himwith a confused and worried expression when he didn’t respond. “Z-Zak?” She breathed, reaching to lightly shake the motionless rogue.“Zak!? Gods no.. Please don’t do this!” She sobbed, shaking him alittle more. “Don’t leave me..” She whispered as tears streameddown her face before laying at Zak’s side, burying her face in hisneck as she cried next to the rather peaceful corpse of someone shehad cared for.

Well, he would likely ask Reli to stop supplying her with them, but he’s not going to outright attack his own blood for something she asked him to supply her with. He has never understood drug addiction and he wasn’t entirely supportive through Reli’s own problems.