#sol tw

((>:3c @kolak-magiya))

Solana swore under her breath as her back hit the stone wall behind her, sneering up at the other pirates in front of her, blocking the entrance to the area. The largest and clearly drunkest of the bunch pinning her to the wall by her throat with a calloused hand. "ma'be ye shoulda kept your pretty little mouth shut and kept to yerself, ey lass?" he chuckled as she clawed at his hand with what strength she had left from the struggle. she’d been on her way to meet up with Ryce, when a bunch of drunk pirates she was rather... familiar with had started hassling her. she never one to take that sort of thing lightly, but her comments this time had pushed them a tad too far- and soon she’d found herself cornered. she growled, brow furrowing in pain as the man traced the edge of his knife over her cheek. “now are ye going to be a good little lass and apologize to us nice folks, or are we gonna have to find another way to teach ye some manners~?” Solana barked out a dry laugh. “yer fuckin bloody disgusting. i’m no’ about to apologize for tellin ye the truth. m’ no yer damn mother- not that’d make a difference to you, aye, Bastard?” the mans fake smile dropped as he stabbed his knife into her shoulder, a sharp gasp coming from her at the feeling of steel embedded in her skin.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Solana is 12. She sobs loudly, her cries nearly drowning out the creaking of the ship. a woman sits before her, almost invisible in the dark fog of the hold, tending to the knife wound on Sol’s leg with a stained rag and a needle that looks more like a broken lock pick rather then any kind of medical tool. her hair is graying, which means she'll be gone soon, once she stops being useful.

"next time, don’t scream." She says blankly. Solana looks at her face though her tears. it is not a command- there’s no malice on the older woman’s face, only exhaustion and years-old pity that’s frayed around the edges- how many times has she said these same word? the woman finally meets her gaze, her hands stilling in their motions. "they get worse when you scream."

Solana nods, biting her bottom lip till it bleeds. her body aches, and she can see the purple hand shaped bruise on her shoulder looming out of the corner of her eye. she sniffles, tears mixing with blood where they land on her ill fitted shirt.

the woman reaches out, softly wiping tears from her cheeks before covering Solana’s mouth with her hand- eyes flitting to the grate above them that is their only source of light when footsteps clunk by- the captain laughing drunkenly with the rest of the crew on deck.

hm, well, as far as characteristics go.. i would consider her main ones to be her Pirate 'heritage', penchant for drinking, rowdy flirty goofball energy and her ever present hat lol second answer under the cut cuz it got long!