❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜
@futuresees
dark eyes look to the male who was speaking to her now, a soft nod of her head given before she was looking back at the pipe that she was shaving. it needed to be a little smaller than it was to place where she needed it to go. “doesn’t stop you from hurting for those that you’ve lost.” she points out to him, evident that she had known loss in her life. she lost the only father figure she had in her life, she lost her best friend. her eyes looked to luna, and she couldn’t imagine losing her now. she wouldn’t. raven would protect her. she would do her best to protect her, even knowing that luna could look after herself, raven would still do her best to look after her. she knew that the guy beside her had a role to play on the rig also, but raven loved luna, she loved the people on this rig also, and she would protect all of them. but they didn’t need protecting, because no threats would get to them, it was why she could relax here, and not worry about getting hurt. looking at the pipe now, she was placing it on her brace, hoping it wouldn’t bend any time soon.