What are you waiting for?
Begin.
It sounds like someone is getting the shit beat out of them outside on the boat's deck.
Looking out the window, it becomes very obvious that someone getting the shit beat out of them is exactly what's happening on the boat deck right now.
[A tall angel stands in his bedroom. It just so happens (I get shot dead.)]
Blade is not that inclined to help with the situation outside. Not that he doesn't care enough to do so. It's just that he knows his young friend out there doesn't need any help. Whatsoever. In fact, he's going to pray for her opponent, because he will need it.
Blade obligatory gives a Good Morning nod to his somewhat scandalous fairy poster. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot remember where it came from, but something about the long, flowing lines and those big ol eyes makes his chest glow.
What beautiful eyes... what wisdom must this wistful fae hold in it's soul, hidden behind luminous eyes staring into space vapidly for eternity from it's world of parchment paper...
Now Blade is staring vapidly into space. Not a thought behind those eyes. He does that sometimes. Despite his quiet intelligence, his mind often wanders away, and he follows it right into LaLa Land. Thank Goddess for his perfect, chiseled face and dark, emo bangs. They work overtime to make him look cool and mysterious whenever he spaces out- as opposed to making him look like he's imagining elaborate fanfiction in his head.
Blade's gaze jumps up to his bookshelves. He's had these books for years. He cannot remember where or when he got many of them, or the first time he read them.
There's a LOT Blade cannot remember.
Looks like one book fell down.
[The book's title is Rhapsody for Ants.]
Nope, he sure doesn't remember this one. If he were to judge it based on the cover -- as all readers do -- he would say it looks pretty good. But it doesn't seem to be his usual affair when it comes to reading material. Despite his serious looks, he prefers "trashy" romance over all else.
His taste is pretty iconic, if he does say so himself.
A candle flickering catches Blade's golden eye. Oooooh that's pretty bad! He swore he blew it out last night! That's not something he would forget, living on a WOODEN SHIP most of the time. His mind may wander off a lot, but he was far from frequent bouts of irresponsibility.
The candle's home is by Blade's reading nook/meditation corner. The angel likes to curl up here to relax after a long day of muscle training, kind deeds, and petting sweet little kitty meow-meows. It hasn't stopped by in a while, but sometimes, one sweet little kitty meow-meow will curl up with him, purring softly, little pink nose twitching, and soft little paw pads curled up and covering it's precious little ol' face from the flickering candle light. It's soft white fur is like a tonic of joy for Blade's hands, who ever so gently pit-pats the sweet baby's back. Sweet wittle kitty-cat, purest soul known to mankind, could never do any wrong.....
Blade stares off into space again.
He's going to be there for a while.
🪽End of Section 1.🪽
Section 2 of the Official Cynicore Beta ->
