“ i’ve seen your true face. ”
@devotedrowning / the hunt
a ghost of a smile curls a corner of edward’s lips as he fixes the scarf around his neck, sufficiently hiding how suddenly moved he feels by the steward’s words. he stares at the lantern, a firefly in the dark, many of them on deck but it’s still not enough. the dark has overpowered them so much, one almost feels like he’s already made it to the grave. down there, in the underworld, where no amount of light can compete with death’s stare. it’s morbid but feels somewhat appropriate—they’re marching off straight into a beast’s bared teeth. though he tries to cling onto last bouts of hope his mind treats him with, he cannot wave the thoughts of death away. it feels like that’s all there is. like that’s all that’s waiting for them out there. and they’re fools enough to do exactly what it wants them to.
(as if he knew what it wants. they know what it does. what it can do. but the motivation still remains a mystery. damn the doctor, damn ayla, damn the rest of them for wanting to find out first)
“well. if anything happens, i hope that’s what you remember of me. i like the person you got to see much more than the man who stands before the crew everyday.” the words shouldn’t be so final. the hope. claw at it, if you have to. better for you to leave marks on yourself in order to keep your spirits up, rather than the beast ripping you open when you’re full of nothing but despair.
“you should see to the captain. i’m sure he’ll be needing you right now.”















