Foamheart Deputy of the Brineclan.

"Show me, please. No more hiding." He doesn't answer immediately. "Tonight?" "Tonight." A smile pressed into a kiss. "That's a promise."

Damn Rooke, you look like this?

It's Thursday here, but it can be Wednesday! Tagged by the lovely @falloutglow! Tagging anyone who's interested! Just say I tagged you so I can see!

I've been working on an original novel for the better part of 2-ish months now! Here's a snippet~

Down the shoreline, the naval camp burned with more lanterns than she’d ever seen, their gold light trembling on the black water like the last breath of a dying fire. Bells rang, voices shouted, engines roared—distant yet insistent, the sound of the Crown’s hand tightening on the coast. Side by side at the window, they watched in silence, the same unease coiled between them. War had always lived in the pages of history books, lauded by men as the height of courage. Now it stood at England’s doorstep, patient as the tide, promising a future forged in fire and smoke.