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La Roulette by Zakir

(Grishaverse OCs in the Zemeni Extended Universe)

Atiena loved her brother Sefu dearly. But she didnt enjoy the way he heaved his stomach over the side of the ship. So she slipped on a fur lined Southern Zemeni cloak and stepped onto the deck. Jesper would be better company for him anyway. 

The sea was pitch black, only broken up by the sliver of moon reflected in it. 

"A beauty innit?" Came a voice from above. "Almost as lovely as you."

Atiena sighed and looked up. Since she stepped on the ship, Zakir had never let her know peace. He was a wiry Suli man with wavy hair pulled back with a headband. Even in the low light she could see the mischief in his eyes. She pulled her cape closer. "What do you want, pirate?"

"You could at least call me by my actual title. Sailing master. I had to read a lot of books to get here."

"What makes you a Sailing Master? Sitting up on your porch ordering people about?"

"I can show you."

Atiena considered for a moment. He wasnt much older than her. And she couldn't work on saving her country now. Everyone was asleep or sick. Others moved about the ship like ghosts. 

But she was still a 23 year old woman. And he was an attractive man who wanted to flirt with her. There was no guilt in that.

"If you try anything," she began, "I'll stop your heart before you draw your next breath."

He reached down for her hand and helped to pull her up. "You've already stopped my heart."

Atiena scrunched her nose. But she could feel the heartbeat in him. Steady. No lies. Atop the cabin, he gave her another blanket. "So share with me what so called education you have."

The Suli man chuckled and tilted his head back. He had a lovely profile, with angular lips, hooded eyes, and long dark lashes that fanned over his cheekbones. Even the slope of his Adam's apple was lovely if she let herself look. But she didn't. The Zemenis needed too much of her for distractions. 

"I like nighttime because of the stars," he said. Easier to sail. We read the currents and the sky to figure our best course. The earth tells us what we need to know."

"They look like stars, all the same."

"Beautiful and wrong. Look at the brightness. The clusters. They keep us true."