Just as he restabilized himself, an even more frantic call surged through the ship. The voice cracked as the words “MAN OVERBOARD” tore through the downpour. At first, Kingsley made no move, nor felt any emotional reaction to the announcement.
“WHO DID WE LOSE!?” came the return call of the First Mate.
“IT’S THE BOY!” this cry worse than the initial announcement, “TYR’S BOY HAS GONE UNDER THE WAVES!”
He never imagined the experience of his heart sinking faster than the bow of any ship. And yet, his eyes widened and his chest instantly grew tight. For just a moment, the ship grew silent. The chill of the rain and the sloshing waves grew numb. And the world slowed down just for a moment.
Davan went under the waves. The child who he swore to teach and protect was moments away from drowning.
He immediately recalled one of his axes, raising it high over his head in preparation to cut his own line. For once in his life, he contemplated recklessness. For once in his life, he hesitated.
The sudden cajun “SHIT” followed by the crack of gunfire recentered his focus and brought the king back to reality, and more importantly back to logic. His gaze sharply turned to the first mate who made direct eye contact with him as he hung, tied and secure from the mast’s bottom rung. With his free hand, Jamil flicked his wrist, releasing a surge of electricity from his fingertips. The bolt crackled as it danced through the droplets of water and crashed into the scales of the creature’s tail.
“TYR,” commanded the First Mate, “ON MY SIGNAL!”
The king raised his axe. The magestone inside dimly glowed with an acid green, shining off the iron blade like a burning beacon. In preparation for Jamil’s signal, he spread his stance momentarily and kept his eye to the reflection on the barnacle encrusted scales. The air scalded his lungs as he drew in a deep, steadying breath. And once again, seconds felt like minutes as he waited... and waited... and waited.
Oisín
Warning: Book 7 references ahead. Proceed at your own disgression
Like searing iron to flesh, their head began to pulse. The throbbing sensation, beating against their skull, could only be compared to that of a knife being stabbed into one's thigh over and over and over. Bursts of grey, tumultuous ash erupted from the collar of their armor. With smoke rising into the night sky like signals, the rhythm of the pulsations drove the smoke rising from their core into an involuntary dance.
Until it all came to a sudden halt. Akin to stained glass shattering upon concrete ground. A release of pain and tension all at once, and relief washed over them like the evening tide.
What... happened? And moreover, why did it feel like the past had just converged with the present in a horrific cacophony of events?
[Ah, I see you're finally with us,] came the ever familiar voice of one Idia Shroud. As the dullahan raised their lantern in search, they spotted the floating tablet, its occassional glow indicating that the Housewarden had turned on push to talk, [Welcome back to reality, Oisín.]
They felt the presence of others with them: Ortho, Silver, Sebek... and also the Ramshackle Prefect. And in that moment, they realized that the ensemble before them had likely witnessed some of their most intense, traumatic, and even vulnerable points in their life. If they could have, they would have shot Silver a glance. Curiousity welled up inside them, wondering how he was responding to everything that had unraveled before him. The things they deliberately left unsaid.
While he had always been one who struggled to emote, they could have sworn they caught a glimpse of tears pricking his eyes. The glint of their lantern's cerulean glow reflected off the edges of his eyes. Scarlet veins emergedin the whites of his eyes, like he had been on the brink of tears. And for what reason- what thoughts, they hadn't the slightest clue.
They rarely had time to process what exactly they were witnessing before the boy had thrown his arms around their chest, pulling them in so tightly, like he was desperate not to let go. The shifting and russling of leather and steel clattered as he buried his face into their chest.
"I'm... so sorry."
Prompt
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i must preface that this is in fact only part 1 of 2, and i'll be taking a quick break before devoting more of my time to starting the next part; which will be including Pierce's (oc seen above) formal and seasonal outfits, as well as a bonus halloween costume.
but for the time being, let me give a little insight behind the outfits shown below:
1. his iconic outfit. with loose inspiration from one of GHOST's vocaloid songs, this is the black and white number he's implied to be wearing most often throughout my Second Gen series. aside from its loose ties to vflower's design in Appetite of a People Pleaser, it's also largely inspired by nu goth fashion and was meant to be a modern contrast to his meister Marionette's victorian nurse uniform, hence the small cross details on his collar and his upside down cross earring.
2. his kishin hunting outfit. just to be clear, this isn't the only outfit he'd be wearing whenever he and Marionette are ordered to hunt down a kishin. if he isn't wearing this one, he's more likely to be wearing his usual outfit. this one is for specific, far more dangerous missions, such as witch hunting, fully grown kishins (not just kishin eggs), high ranking missions at a similar caliber to Kid's mission in the abandoned village or wiping out the pharaoh and the witch creating the army of mummies. Pierce is a level 3 weapon, after all.
3. the uniform he wore on his first day at the academy. Pierce first enrolled into DWMA when he was almost 14, starting like most students in the NOT class. like many young teenagers, he was still trying to figure out his style; that which consisted of dyeing his hair for the first time, punk clothes that didn't quite fit, and way too many piercings. at this time, Pierce had only immigrated to the US from India a few years prior, didn't speak very much English, and had only been in Kim and Jackie's care since he was an eight year old survivor of both an orphan creating earthquake and a traumatizing kishin attack that left his grandmother unable to properly take care of him. also, this was the first year he decided to publicly come out as a trans male to his new classmates.
4. his night wear. Pierce's night wear shifts from whatever's the most comfortable and what's the quickest thing to slip into on the brink of exhaustion. his personal favourite though is a worn out, off white t-shirt borrowed from his boyfriend that's equally as oversized on him as it is on Lucifer's skeletal frame, and a pair of black underwear. Pierce also enjoys collecting vintage plushies and personalizing them through alt/punk diy accessories. half of his savings usually goes toward craft store safety pins and thrifted chains.
5. his casual outfit. Pierce is my most prominent pastel goth/nu goth loving excuse for an original character i've ever created, and there's no way he's wearing anything less fitting for the aesthetic. even in casual clothes, all eyes have to be on him.
