@prxvailingdarkness
ψ - On the waterside, eyes search this way and that for an irrevocable bond. Taut like rope…
Rouge eyes caught and held the gaze of cerulean ones. They matched each other silently for some time… No words were exchanged, the dark skin of reflection bruised and devoid of the usual richness it usually possessed. This person in front of him, was so alike and yet borne not from his soul; but his own twin’s from another time, a better place. This battered and thorny dark-haired remnant was more like him though… Pulled from the ashes, burning indignantly while accepting the unfair cards he was dealt.
Anger. Loneliness. Sadness. They spoke so loudly. So powerfully in his mind while not a single sound emitted from either of them other than that of their breathing. Most cast this Marco – no. Most cast Yami out, for he was unnecessary to most. Like. Like he felt at this moment.
Unnecessary. Marco knew that feeling well. No Captain. Half of the crew wiped out. Another quarter estranged, parting ways after a miscalculated, anger filled decision that he himself had made. Could he even call himself a commander, forget a Captain? Was it for that reason that he could reach his wrist out towards his darker distant self? To extend his digits in an offer?
How could he abandon someone so much like himself?
“You know… you look like shit, yoi”
…Remove this sinking ship… out of the firing line.