#ERODE : gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed. … be gradually worn away by natural agents. dependent muse for avastrp . blog penned by minx ( she/her ) .
With the Wake now stuck in harbour, Ginika knew she needed to keep an eye on her crew, differently from when they were at sea. They could easily slip from her grasp, find their way to a tavern, do something beyond the limits of her sight. She did not mind this, after all, she trusted her crew, but she enjoyed it better when they were in her company. Or at least near the ship.
She found Fenix on deck when she returned from her daily search to get a smuggler on her side. She had much to give, but they emptied her koffers, and she would not allow her crew to notice how much of their earnings she’d been spending on keeping their bellies filled. “I suspected you to be charming you way through the tavern or the next, yet I find you here. Is all well, Fenix?”
nimble fingers picked at the chipped wood beneath his legs - the day had been spent entirely with training , strengthen to a form he might have to use in a battle yet to come . these days every day he was lucky enough to be awakened to felt fickle and as if danger was always just a breath away . which , selfspeakingly , was usually the case with the way fenix lived his life . given the current circumstances , though . . . only heightened the tension nestled deeply within the core of tortuga . a pattern of all too familiar feet peeled his worries from his attention , giving him just enough time to fix a watchful gaze onto the other . “ great captain ” soft , a comfortable glint in his eyes . a jest that was merely above a serene way to underline their given bond . fenix adored ginika with every breath she took . “ oh , surely . there is no need to worry ‘bout me . now onto entirely more important matters . . . how to rid off the worrysome look on ya' face , mh ? my heart can barely take the sight of it ” as if to showcase the meaning of his words , a palm stretched along the curve of his chest , right where said heart was beating away beneath his grasp .
"Oh little brother," Radhakrishnan said, walking over to Fenix, firmly planting one hand on the other's shoulder, and the other used to tap against his chest. "Do not fear, there is plenty of room for day drinking out in the sun, I've heard many say you get drunk quicker when in the light of the brilliant flame in the sky. Alas, I know this from experience too. We can start our own party, amongst those eager to forget our troubles as well." And plenty there were, not everyone knew what to do with themselves when hunger was at their door. Having lived many lives, Krish did not fear such. They had plenty of fat reserves, and they knew they'd build up muscle again.
though , to krish it might be nothing further than a pat . . . when a firm palm met strong shoulders , the spark of connection immediately spread through the cracks of a otherwise mundane day - only further heightened by the words the other ushered towards fenix . “ y'know . . . never pegged ya' as quite the poet ” which was a dagger to the throat in the gentlest and kindest way possible . all in good measure , nothing short of harmless . “ y'should really consider somethin' of a profession to go along with it ” yet another flash of a grin , cheeky enough to sugar coat the provocative jest . “ might just found ya' callin' , friend . "
THE PIT was doing well in terms of fighters; many people were ready to unleash their anger. the problem was starting to become keeping a steady crowd coming in. with everyone holding on tightly to any supplies they had, it was trickier than ever to make bets. from trinkets to things like an apple, arden worked hard to make sure he could keep people hungry for his fights more than the one they felt in their burning bellies. both as a form of distraction but also in the name of survival for himself. tonight, an intense cutthroat battle, earned him a couple of rounds at the tavern in celebration. he comes to a halt when he spots the most interesting sight occurring outside the tavern, when usually the action was inside. arden watched in amusement, arms crossed over his chest, very interested to see where it would all lead. the charming smile told him all he needed to know, still he did step just one step closer. "get on up, man. it's shit but there is no need to roll in it." a handsome face like that shouldn't be covered in the filth that covered the unpaved, dirty streets of tortuga. " if i offer to get you a round or two, will you stop mourning something that isn't yet dead?"
what had been pure and utter merritment only moments ago , was now shaping into a thing more content . . . calm , even . broad shoulders eased back into their customary posture and that would be enough to brighten the smile idling on his lips , with teeth and all . “ mhhh . . . ” a paltry attempt to stretch the silence , especially when the both of them already knew the outcome . “ y'have to promise me this , if I ever in my life decline the offer of a drink . . . or two , with a strong fine man alike y'self ” dark eyes roamed the sight of the other and it was utmost deliberate in the way they lingered having reached certain points of arden's attire . “ shoot me dead and throw me off the fuckin' shore ‘cause somethin’ ain't right ” and it was definitely there . . . the urge to reach out and link their arms , even if it would be just for the increasing effects of his words . which , of course , he withheld . for now , at least . “ lead onwards then , my friend . ”
the craziness of the island was something which celia wasn't sure she was going to get her head around any time soon. and whilst she was trying her hardest to do what she could - to gather supplies for nya and enough food to feed herself and the crew - it was proving to be harder and harder. the cask was her last saving grace. if that sunk, she truly wouldn't know what to do. as she heard the other, celia shook her head. " the cask is an institution. " she countered with a shake of her head. " it won't be going anywhere. " though she did get up and moved a little closer to fenix. she raised an eyebrow, " your poor tainted soul can look after itself, i think. though can i convince you to get me a drink? then, perhaps, we could see about your soul. "
like a rotten twig , frail and weak as such , was the following sigh that wrapped around a wail of gloom and sorrow . truly something meant for something more . . . meaningful , yet here fenix was . hunched over himself in a slouch that could naturally be called pathetic . raven bangs , usually pushed back , now dangling freely across his features only as to darken them with anticipation . truly for the sole purpose of expanding celia's wait for an answer , secretly in hopes of being able to ditch it alltogether . yet . . . no luck . the woman's eyes held his with such strong vigor that he had no other choice than to surrender to it . the day he would be able to refuse celia would be the day of his dying breath , he was certain of it . “ aye , one drink for the pretty lady . "
open starter to : anyone
location : afront the devil's cask
a sigh , deeper than the ocean itself , rumbled from parted lips . “ ahh , y'see . . . the whole thing is fucked , don't get me wrong ” hands up within reason of surrender , even when nothing of the sorts was meant to be taken by heart . “ but , man . . . they got the taverns , as well ? why not just grab my fuckin' heart an' twist it ” fenix was a picture to the gods , handed as an offering of pure and utter agony - nose scrunched and voice pitched in a whine . “ aye , how long ‘til they suck the soul outta ya’ , too ” the devil's cask had been good to him thus far , hence the ache within his chest clutched tighter . “ if ya' keep starin' at me like that , y'gonna have to come over here an' console my poor tainted soul ” through the gates of a syrupy smile that would very well be able to conceal even the most heinous sin .
[ woo do-hwan, cismale, thirty-two, he/him ] for the crimes of piracy FENIX "THE PHOENIX" YOON is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive TWO HUNDRED pounds. they’re famously known to be part of the WIDOW'S WAKE as their MIRROR. before engaging be warned as they can be INDOLENT & FRENETIC, but if you’re lucky they’ll be EQUITABLE & WARM-HEARTED. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN, TREMBLING HANDS ON THE TRIGGER & THE TRACE OF SANDALWOOD IN THE AIR.
FILE.
full name: fenix yoon
age: thirty-two
gender / pronouns: cismale / he, him
orientation: bisexual, biromantic
occupation: the mirror of the widow's wake
family: it's complicated
faceclaim: woo do-hwan
REPUTATION.
" what's your story ? " , a simple question . . . yet , it's quite common to catch fenix flinching at it - a miniscule thing and most likely nothing but a breath lodged within the cavity of his chest .
you see , looking back at his life , fenix never had much shame . patrons would see him headtailing straight to the nearest tavern to try for his luck at any sort of gambling ( 90% of it resulting in him getting either kicked out of said establishment or with pockets so heavy , he considered purchasing a new set of pants to hold all of it ) . and if that didn't kick the bucket down the road , a brothel was the next best option . fenix loved being loved and within every hand that offered even the tiniest lick of affection , he nestled comfortably until there was nothing more to give .
henceforth , the phoenix was a set murmur amongst the townsfolk and everytime his very presence passed someone's mouth , a new detail added to the colorful bouquet - feathers that once had him gloating , but now only add to the plentiful bounty set on his head .
still , nothing but is actually known about the boisterous man , whose laugh could be heard all across the horizon . . . simmering down to muddled details and concealed tidbits hastily scribbled to the wanted posters ( and , no . . . they never get his nose right ) .
ABOUT.
fenix was born as min-yun kim to the royal house of kim to wealth and riches at the fingertips . though , money was never a thing to worry about , it was also never handed out as a casualty . every friendship , every connection was bound by a deal and fingers crossed behind a promise of loyalty and trust . his parents grand legacies and people all across the world travelled to gain their own ends in hopes of a possible profit . realistically , majority met their end quite fleetingly by the forces of the guards . in min-yun's eyes , both his parents ached for power and seeing a poor man trembling as he gathers his sole remains of a life he so desperately wants to change would be exactly what would fuel the machine for many years furthermore .
at age seventeen , min-yun was found running from the house kim in the dead of night . some guards caught the sight of him as he tailed around the last corner that separated him from final peace - yet , nothing was done to intervene . that was , at least , until his mother woke to min-yun's bed cold and his mentor impatiently awaiting his presence for another lesson , he most certainly would've forgotten in a blink , anyways . henceforth , ye-eun kim grew a meticulous force , set out to hunt her son down and put him back in his place pliant by her side .
min-yun now long ago reformed as fenix , travelled far and wide . and throughout the years found safe haven on deck of countless ships that ultimately helped him depart further and further from his old past . though , with a reputation quite like his , none of them felt as much like home as the widow's wake did .
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
from scorned lovers to scammed patrons of a tavern fenix once raided with his wit and charm . . . literally anything is on the table .
honorable mentions :
someone that got beneath his skin : whether that be by fatal attraction or plain out hatred , give it all to me .
a bond bound by trust not by blood : basically attached to the hip type of friendship . though careful while treading the fields of the means ( thank his parents for that ) , this big hunk of a man is a cuddly teddybear that would most definitely kill someone for u :) .
a wonderful fantasy : now this would be someone fenix is secretly ( or not so secretly , whatever we decide to land on ) obsessed with . given the fact that he loves to love and that never quite grew out of him , he also adores the chase . bonus points if that person either doesn't know about it or simply doesn't return said sentiment .
the paycheck that's been collecting dust atop the drawer : to put it simple , fenix owes them a shit load of whatever we decide on ( could also be very well woven into a deal kind of thing , like 'you didn't pay me back in money , so now you have to do xyz for me' )
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