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i.     It’s the warmth soaking through his coat and into his bones that roused him that morning.  Stretching his limbs from the previous night’s pleasant run.  Eli can still feel the ground passing beneath his paws and the heavy stench of earth.  His fur is clean though -- down to the fur between his paws.  It is difficult to sleep well while knowing dirt still clings and will smear across clean fabric during a restful sleep.  But he is clean, and his stomach rumbles.  Rousing and stretching his lips, it is then that he seeks out the man.  Pawing at him until he pays him attention, he gives him a lick before getting dressed for the morning.

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He stepped closer, anger BUBBLING just beneath thesurface of his skin.  Roukan could almost TASTE theirblood on his tongue already. He scowled.

BRONTOPHOBIA: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

“Goddamnit.”

Even his physical eyes shut, James could see the storm on the horizon. They were headed right for it, and it was headed right for them. It was a game of chicken, and he was pretty sure the storm would come out on top. Hatches slammed shut as he slid down the bit of rigging he’d clambered up and the crew swarmed around the deck as they got closer to it. Sure, they could always turn around, but that damned thing would catch up to them eventually.

The worst part of it was that it was the middle of the night. Ro was asleep, and James had left his side for a few minutes to check how things were going on deck. He wasn’t that far away for long though, as his course took him straight into their cabin. How a door that old opened without a creak, he’d never know, and- and okay, maybe Ro wasn’t asleep. He was sitting on the end of the bed, pulling on a pair of boots.

“Took you long enough,”he teased. “Were you walking slowly out there just to be dramatic?”

“We’re on a heavy-masted frigate and sailing right into a storm that looks like it’s right out of a motion picture.”

Roukan paused, a terribly wide smile on his face. “So you-”

“-Yeah. Yeah I did.” But hey, it looked pretty cool.

It was raining by the time they got back out on deck. Right. Maybe they were a bit closer to the storm than they’d thought. It was a bit difficult for the lich to balance, so he sighed and hovered as close to the deck as he could without scraping his feet on it. Ro rolled his eyes and offered his arm instead. Ships tossed, and if the waves got any bigger, his very damp husband would be left behind.

“I’ll be fine, let’s just do what we can to help.”

Which meant they split again. A fall wouldn’t kill James, so he went up into the rigging to take care of any ropes that caught or tangled. Ro was probably the strongest person on the deck, so he stayed there in order to take a bit of weight off the crew’s collective shoulders.

The ship creaked and crackled as it bowed and twisted to the left. The captain had decided that they were going to skirt around the worst of it. James hung on for his unlife as they went, instantly regretting his decision to make himself useful. Useful didn’t mean shit if you had to freeze up every so often. The worst part about it was that a rope had caught around his neck. Not much of a problem due to the fact that he couldn’t die, but very much of one considering the fact that he couldn’t really move until it was off of him. So he let his head go up in a puff of black, acrid smoke and the rope passed right through where his neck used to be. Crisis averted, though he’d take on quite a bit of water damage for it.

         Yeah he’s just going to sit there, glitching between human and corpse for a few seconds as soon as he manages to read the paper. Nothing’s wrong, he’s just trying not to cry. Once he figures out that stopping it isn’t really going to work, he slides forward and down and wraps his arms around Ro’s neck.