He chuckled. "Ah, yes. The Edolien countryside," he said, raising his hands in the air. "Bliss. Although, I do worry. If any of us are every identified, then we lose all chances of that sort of lifestyle. One of the risks of the job, I suppose, but... "
She nodded, listening quietly. "If anyone recognizes you, just act insulted. That usually works." She blinked tiredly, rubbing her eyes. "They won't ruin peace on my watch."
"I know... And I will respect the captain's orders." He said, staying calm on the outside. Inside, though, he was absolutely wild. All that gold would last him for the rest of his life, and his kid's life and their kid's too.
"I am a little," he admitted. "But I doubt that I'll be able to sleep. Too much has happened." *** "Right," Ellia said, nodding. She paused and cocked her head. "I wonder if we'll get to see the Nevean Transmission?"
"Yeah, but you have to try. Without sleep, your brain doesn't function as smoothly. Plus, I'm worried that you won't get enough." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her knees.
He laughed, placing his hands to his forehead. "What a pair we are. We never stop worrying about each other."
(I'm working on a sketch for Avice's tattoo hehe) She shook her head. "There's plenty of viable reasons for that." Her head tilted slightly. "But you will try to sleep, won't you?"
(Ooh! Where is it?) "I will. I promise. I might just stay out here though," he said. "I think I'd be too nervous to sleep in my quarters." His fingers lightly traced the wood grain of the floorboards of the ship. He was content, his breathing easy and even. His drowsy eyes cleared as they stared up to the top of the ship, the material still covering the top.
(It's on paper, so I'll try to transition it on here when I can. Just imagine a tribal-like siren on her back for now ^^) She scooted next to him, quiet. Noise wasn't needed now. She decided to lay down on her back.
He turned his head to look over at her, his eyes dark and calm. He squinted for a moment, and then laughed, turning his head back towards the ceiling. "Who would have thought that we would end up here?" he asked.
She crossed her legs. "Nobody," she paused, "unless there is a God above or some kind of being. But I don't believe in them anymore."
"They never answered my prayers. They never helped me." She replied forcefully, yet calmly. Her expression was blank as she stared upwards.
He watched her for a moment, his brow furrowed as he tried to figure her out. "Yeah, I get that," he said eventually, his voice softer.
She looked at him, emotionless at first, then sighed and forgiveness shined in her eyes. "But that's okay. It's over now."
"Still," he said. "You shouldn't..." He sighed, and rubbed his temple. "You shouldn't have had to go through that."
She frowned, sitting up. "If a God exists, there was a reason. I've thought this through before, as much as I hate it."
"I don't know," he said, frowning. "My family was never religious, but I think I wish that I could believe in God. I wish that I could believe that everything happens for a reason."
