13 of januari.
05:30 in rain and storm. Talulah wished her captain would offer to hold her hand whilst they jumped ship into the blackened, enraged sea with their extra load. Instead she held the limp body of their Sabbat enemy tight to the tattered mess that was her own. The impact was great enough to first push them far below the wawes and the chock of cold was still enough to register as utter pain somewhere in her subconsious. Then her reflexes took over and spasmic kicks transformed themselves into something that propelled herself and her cargo back to the surface where the searchlights from the coastguard blinded her. She tried to turn, to search the area with her eyes to relocate her captain but lacking the power of potence all her might was forced into the one great task....keeping herself afloat, and keeping to orders.
....just keeping to the orders....
Where were you when I was lonesome?
Locked away with freezing cold
Someone flying only stolen
I can't tell this light so old
I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die
What was that my sweet sweet nothing?
I can't hear you through the fog
If I holler let me go
If I falter let me know
I don't want to swim forever
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim the ocean
When it's cold I'd like to die
I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to figh the tide -Moby
05:30 in rain and storm. Talulah wished her captain would offer to hold her hand whilst they jumped ship into the blackened, enraged sea with their extra load. Instead she held the limp body of their Sabbat enemy tight to the tattered mess that was her own. The impact was great enough to first push them far below the wawes and the chock of cold was still enough to register as utter pain somewhere in her subconsious. Then her reflexes took over and spasmic kicks transformed themselves into something that propelled herself and her cargo back to the surface where the searchlights from the coastguard blinded her. She tried to turn, to search the area with her eyes to relocate her captain but lacking the power of potence all her might was forced into the one great task....keeping herself afloat, and keeping to orders.
....just keeping to the orders....
Where were you when I was lonesome?
Locked away with freezing cold
Someone flying only stolen
I can't tell this light so old
I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die
What was that my sweet sweet nothing?
I can't hear you through the fog
If I holler let me go
If I falter let me know
I don't want to swim forever
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim the ocean
When it's cold I'd like to die
I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to figh the tide -Moby
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