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The End is Nigh (Private; Elektra and I)

Postby auntslappy282 » 03/21/2011 8:52 PM

Trillium sighed as the waves broke over the ship. It was a fairly calm day. Nothing in sight. No one in sight. The fog had kicked up and it was making it hard to see as the twilight began to approach. She decided it was best to head toward the Dead Coast, but at a faster pace than they were originally going. Trillium turned to the person who drove the ship and called, "Head full course to the Dead Coast! We want to get there before it gets totally dark!"
"Aye Aye Captain!" Flare shouted over the wheel. She still was not completely happy with how this whole thing had turned out. Well with her basically being kidnapped and forced to work aboard the ship again, but it seemed like it basically helped Trillium in the end. She seemed to be happier than she was, though she still had bruises over her body from the fight they had when they were reunited. Not the greatest of memories they shared, but it seemed like it was for the best in the end.

Titan saw the look on Flares eyes. It made him smile, though she obviously wasn't having the same amount of fun as they had in the beginning of their journey together. He decided it might be best to lighten up the mood slightly. It might help her feel better and maybe help Trillium as well. Titan walked up towards Flare. He patted her on the back and said, "Hey! Brighten up. You get to be with us again, and though you may not want to be a pirate as much as you did, think on the bright side, you get to spend time with me and TZ!" The look on Flare's face told Titan to quit trying.

(All of them are in Human form. :3)
This is gospel for the fallen ones,
Locked away in permanent slumber,
Assembling their philosophies,
From pieces of broken memories.
~
If you love me let me go,
If you love me let me go,
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars.
The fear of falling apart,
And truth be told, I never was yours.
The fear, the fear of falling apart.

~This is Gospel- Panic! at the Disco~

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