#jaesaryn

[sicarius-duvainor]

Oh, please, this is what I can give What else do you need from me? I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become, you hate it so much, you keep on running from it No matter the distance, no matter how, no matter how far

Coheed & Cambria

[sicarius-duvainor]

Sicarius sat at the edge of the bow, feet dangling off of either side of the prow. It was pretty dark, a little past midnight in fact. A lantern hung overhead attached to a rope, dimly illuminating the man and what he was doing. He was drawing his ship from memory, having done a small section of it before hand... It was a project to him. He had shaded in the ocean with the pencil, applying different layers of depth to the shade; then adding a light haze above the ocean. He flipped over the paper to start writing some text-- yes, he had learned to read in his idle time on the boat. It had been nearly a month, and there was so little to do when you're injured.

"Quarter past midnight, honey... Sitting here in the moonlight. No offence, my love--  I hope you know, tonight I write to you. There's a question, a conversation... And a foul intention. Well..." he paused. He was singing the words out as he wrote..." Let me demonstrate. Elaborate-- to your liking, honey... Haunt me, how you taunt me... Question after question, and story after story; tensions move way too fast, and I'm afraid to ask... What would you think of me anyway?" he'd pause, tapping at his lip before continuing. "You make me feel like I can fly-- you keep me up all damn night, you're incredible; I know you're sceptical.. Believe me, I'm not wasting any of my time.  I've found what I had to find... it's what's on my mind..." He paused in his sing-writing to flip back to the art he was working on. He knew if Xinthalore or Aodan ever found out about this, he'd never hear the end of it-- it's why he was hidden on the bow of the boat. He continued to hum as he drew, carefully lining every stroke with the pencil, creating ropes and masts. He'd draw in the hull of the ship, the foundation of the piece of art almost complete.

"We're finally gonna live. Just like the rest, Jae. Through the black starless waters, with the cold lonely air biting at our skin. We'll have eachother." He finished, adding a slightly flouished "Coheed" at the bottom. He'd nod and flip the painting back over, adding in the sails and shading, before folding the paper up lazily and tucking it into a pouch.

He grunted, finally speaking after a long moment of peering out at the ocean with his hands in his lap. "This better be a once a year thing. Don't think I can deal with feeling like this mushy piece of shit every day."