#inky waters

[daybr43ks-lam8]

Hello..?

WHAT THE FUCK MAN

[littlepawz]

Tall ship bedecked in sparkling Christmas lights sails majestically through the night 

[therubberhose]

Inky Waters

@silent-and-almost-dead

That parrot would have made a terrible lunch anyway. Warner thought bitterly to himself as he dragged his body to sit up, wincing when he put pressure on his left arm. An accident out at sea that had needed bandaging all the way down onto his hand and fingers. The boat he has.... had. It was barely a boat at this rate, sprouting leaks every minute, it was a miracle that Warner made it to dry land before it really started to sink. After all that, after almost dying again and again on the open sea, there was no way in the world he was ever going to get on any sort of boat again! It was a bad idea the first time and it would definitely be even worse a second time!

But that could wait, his rubber bones just screamed for some rest and the warm sand was so very comfortable. The rabbits, wait no, not rabbits. Crab like creatures scurried around him, clicking their claws dismissively while the palm trees swayed in the breeze. 

Why did he do this? Oh yeah, because it looked like a fun adventure. Laying back down on the sand, if he could go back to when he thought this was a good idea, he’d strangle himself. 

[anais-cosme-blog]

Inky Waters

Tagging:  Christian Collins & Anaïs Cosme

Location: The Brailston market square.

Timeframe: Sometime around noon.

Gist: Anaïs is buying supplies for her candles and Christian for his horses. A simple meeting that could lead to some well-needed smiles is Anaïs's monotonous life.

Etc.: N/A

There are pros and cons to any and every thing that could possibly exist, Anaïs had long since decided. Sitting on the lip of the fountain at the center of the bustling market square, knowing that no one would run into her or upset her basket of supplies, Anaïs began to think of the pros and cons of buying only from certain suppliers. The old woman she bought her beeswax from had to be there, but it was likely that it wouldn't be for at least another hour, at the very least, until she opened up her stall. A con was the erratic schedules that so many supplies worked on, certainly, and their varying prices was a large contributor to the thoughts of switching over to buying what she needed from whoever was available. 

But the pros so outweighed the cons this time. She knew that she would have her own special sorts of deals, and what it was being dealt to her. No surprises, no needing to adjust to sudden changes. And this woman had a very large selection of not only the average waxes, but also of various colours, scents, and over the years, she had taught Anaïs herself many things about candlemaking. While she considered changing her shopping habits at times, to carry out the deed was unthinkable. With that and mind, Anaïs settled onto the ledge, rolling her shoulders and scanning the area for the familiar colour of the stall awning belonging to the woman in question. Of course, her scanning distracted her from the people around her, so by the time she noticed that someone had nearly knocked her over, from behind, as luck would have it, rendering her to be unable to have seen them in the first place, the basket containing all of her book binding materials and all of her other purchases was floating upside down away from her, the inks flowing from their glass wells, their coloured contents staining the water.

Anaïs stared for a moment, already knowing that nothing was salvageable, save for perhaps the inkwells. The amount of money that was now wasted filtered through her mind and Anaïs could feel it as her heart constricted. Eyes flashing and jaw clicking as it set into an angry profile, Anaïs snapped her head over and up to the right, glaring directly at the perpetrator and waiting for the excuses and stuttered apologies to flow forth. She wasn't feeling very forgiving.