dross, captain
she, her
25
august 17
Lilycove, Hoenn
bisexual
sailor / treasure hunter
nautica owner
how bold I was, could be - will be - still am
TAG WITH @skyler
skyler dross
home [dream]
POSTED ON Dec 20, 2021 15:00:19 GMT
[attr="class","skycaptain"] The smile that briefly flashes, shameless, down at Angelo seems to agree with his interpretation of things: that he'd be the favorite target for her future-maybe-cane, should both of them survive long enough to make it to retirement in, apparently, Alola.
Every evidence of its existence is erased by the next vision. When Angelo finally manages to pull her attention back to him, her face is pale and the silver of her eyes is darkened by an ugly maelstrom. Denial. Fear. Anguish. Fury.
Little by little, the slow rasp of his fingers on her skin unwinds the knot in her throat, and Skyler finds herself lightly pressing her lips to his hand. He's the safe shore she always comes back to whenever the ocean grows too rough.
No matter how passionate, no sailor wants to be forever at sea.
She leans down to press her lips to his, muscles relaxing as she basks in the simple fact of Angelo's existence, in his solid warmth under her, in the eyes that chase after her like she's the freedom of the deep blue skies. Hers, in every sense of the word.
His, too.
The 'I love you' doesn't make it past her lips, not yet, but it's etched in the way she chooses to follow him always into the next adventure, towards glory and ruin both.
"D'you have any idea where to go? Or where we came from, for that matter?" The mist blurs any distinguishable features in the landscape, save for the visions that churn amongst foggy curls.
Before a decision can be reached, the sound of a foul curse uttered in an entirely too-familiar voice has her turning back.
The triumphant smirk amongst leaves of green has an edge that she's seen many times before. But not quite like this...
'Get your ass back here with my treasure, you -' The next string of profanities assures her that this is, indeed, herself. Growled threats follow in Angelo's wake as vision-Skyler races after him, fury flaring bright in her eyes and promising painful retribution.
They reach a sandy beach, verdant green giving way to deep cerulean. Vision-Skyler is a mess, and looks as if she'd brought half the jungle with her in her hair. Twin spotches of red color her cheeks, either due to exertion or to anger - or maybe both.
Either way, she looks as if she's about to commit murder.
"Vestri." She spats his surname out like a curse, like she's about to declare war on him and his whole legacy.
"Give it back."
Enthralled, Skyler leans forward to watch the scene unfold.
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