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high_seas2014-07-06 12:26 am
elissacousland) wrote in high_seas2014-07-06 12:26 am
Entry tags:
Codex Entry: Race Relations
Who: Haytham Kenway and Elissa Cousland
Where: Their cabin on the Triton's Mistress
When: 1 July/2 Solace 9:32 - after this
What: A parting?
Warnings: SMUT! (Just kidding!) Relationship angst?
Style: Prose
Status: Closed to those on board the ship.
Haytham had signed the ship up for the race. True, it had not been solely his idea, but he was the one who had gone to make the official entry and that was more upsetting to Elissa than it should have been. She closed her journal and sat for a long moment on the edge of the bed they shared at night, head bowed as the weight of another dark mood began to settle upon her. For a moment, she was so overwhelmed at the prospect of the effort she would be required to expend for the race that she felt exhausted and unable to even consider what else might be required of her.
At last, Elissa slowly set the book aside and forced herself to her feet. It was with a heavy heart and equally heavy limbs that she knelt to drag her chest from its storage hollow beneath the bunk. Slim fingers deftly worked the lock and lifted the lid to allow dulled, grey eyes to peruse the chest's contents. The ruined Warden armor she'd been wearing when possessed by the witch was the largest piece within the chest. Thoroughly cleaned, the studded dragonhide tunic was carefully folded and put away despite the gaping, jagged tear in its shoulder and the rips upon its sleeves. She reached past it to the rucksack that she'd used throughout the Blight to store her meager belongings - now just as clean and empty as the ruined armor. With care, Elissa pulled the sack from the chest and began filling it again with what items she could not bear to leave behind.
Where: Their cabin on the Triton's Mistress
When: 1 July/2 Solace 9:32 - after this
What: A parting?
Warnings: SMUT! (Just kidding!) Relationship angst?
Style: Prose
Status: Closed to those on board the ship.
Haytham had signed the ship up for the race. True, it had not been solely his idea, but he was the one who had gone to make the official entry and that was more upsetting to Elissa than it should have been. She closed her journal and sat for a long moment on the edge of the bed they shared at night, head bowed as the weight of another dark mood began to settle upon her. For a moment, she was so overwhelmed at the prospect of the effort she would be required to expend for the race that she felt exhausted and unable to even consider what else might be required of her.
At last, Elissa slowly set the book aside and forced herself to her feet. It was with a heavy heart and equally heavy limbs that she knelt to drag her chest from its storage hollow beneath the bunk. Slim fingers deftly worked the lock and lifted the lid to allow dulled, grey eyes to peruse the chest's contents. The ruined Warden armor she'd been wearing when possessed by the witch was the largest piece within the chest. Thoroughly cleaned, the studded dragonhide tunic was carefully folded and put away despite the gaping, jagged tear in its shoulder and the rips upon its sleeves. She reached past it to the rucksack that she'd used throughout the Blight to store her meager belongings - now just as clean and empty as the ruined armor. With care, Elissa pulled the sack from the chest and began filling it again with what items she could not bear to leave behind.