the sails catch the wind, and the boat rocks gently beneath them. the spray from the waves mists his face, sharp and salty, and for a moment, he lets himself enjoy the rhythm of the sea. his eyes sweep the horizon, the endless stretch of blue both freeing and deceiving.
he glances at @spookyspiritz, one who has been with him through far too many storms ( both literal and figurative ) and lets a small smirk tug at his lips. ❛ you think we're safe from the shadows out here ? ❜ his tone is light, teasing, though there is an edge of habit in the question ⸻ old superstitions and past dangers never fully leave a man who has spent years chasing horizons.