#we fail

But let me be honest, I'm not into the "every post and everything needs to be pretty and positive" because, that's not true. Most of the times, our notes from classes are crazy to the point we can't even read our own letter, sometimes we fail and thats okay, sometimes we just want to pass the class and not have a great grade.

Upon a drowning rainy afternoon the type that supported one to stay nestled indoors as the pelting of droplets hit against the glassed windows in stained streaks. The outdoors smelt through tiny creases. A knock came on the opposing side of his cabin door with modest beats. “Aye, come in!” Rang from the Captain of his newly ship being refurbished, overall thrilled to gain a reprieve from dull paperwork his least favorite thing. A never in a believed lifetime appearance showed up in a debonair suit somehow regardless of the weather defied his purity white to blemish. A destiny knotted in rivals from off and on hints of compatriots at odds larger than them. Shiro looked astray not knowing how to even talk almost as if stunned of the events. “Rose.” Only could lead off his tongue in the most painstaking echos of self-failure echoed through antechambers that compounded his dressed vessel. Gravely mourning soured his visage an unruly sight from an otherwise renowned man often commended for his mind. 

The scoundrel threw away his papers towards the side of desk in a heap pile and discarded the quill laced in ink with a joyfulness before retorting. “Yer first real loss, huh? I supposed ye showed up cause I’m prime fer those... Searchin’ t’ see how I cope. Listen lad, Shiro, I loathed you. My vendetta against you was admittingly my driving force for living a tyme ago, I wanted you at the bottom of the seas, like ye did my Cap’n and all the others. Revenge is rage-filled: It can do many things, but always leads t’ some type of destruction. Either the one you direct it towards... or yourself, it’s a double-blade a blood spilled and ruin made.”

Standing up from his commanding chair he’d set off to his cupboard pouring his guest a port of brew. While It was true this man standing across was his adversary, the one who wronged him the most potently. What dragged itself inside didn’t reflect anything of that he was shelled, nothing mighty and regal, he wasn’t proper especially if chose to dirty himself to a pier. Today it was two broken souls drinking as contemporaries. The Keeper in dignified starred baffled against his arch-rival something was off... Something seemed different and unusual as if peace hit the pirate. “How do you stand there acting like this? You’ve lost everything. Failed everyone. Yet... you’re unbroken... you’re practically smiling through.” Taking a seat lowly to humor.

“I never finished. As I said used to have a problem with you. But I met some individuals I cherished that showed me that not all answers have to be done the way I was taught in being unforgiving. I learned in certain cases, like with you, It was well-placed resolving with sparring. I’ve kicked ye in the nads, I’ve crackled yer crown, I showed that I claw and scratch. Despite that, I feel you also know. We’re pact it’s as if the fates have twined us together. Some cruel author playing us like stringed puppets. We follow together our highs and lows, our wins and losses. Even though you and I come from opposite places, while you started with everything and hold fanciness swimming in glints and shines due to bloodlines and direction. I came from the pitted slums, I hold to hope. I’ve been led to compassed free. While you stood behind walls with the other tidy and sheltered Ishgardians. I was out there receiving countless scars, losing, forced to learn, adapting for mere survival like a caged animal. But here’s where our symmetries unite. You and I -- held without an argue the best things in our lives. People that loved us unchained, unbound, unwavering. And we both allowed power to poison us and everything surrounding our waters there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for our prides to win at any cost to be right.”