BOAT: THISTLE

[crittersheep]

[ You’re in a sleek, gilded reception room aboard a large and - aside from your team - empty ship. It’s full of fabulous kitchens (splattered with blood but still usable!) and ballrooms (full of instruments, all playable!) and glittering spires and stagnant-smelling but comfortable sleeping quarters. When nobody is using the intercoms to speak, a tune hums through.

Other than that, there’s thick mist surrounding everything, a path lit only by the ship’s signal light as it travels toward whatever it is you’re in search of and away from the home you can never return to. Waves crash gently against the hull, growing louder and fiercer as time goes on, and there’s faint wailing and howling in the distance…what is going on in this sea? Well, it’s not very important to you. What’s important is surviving.

You have a life to live. ]

Comments

[leonheartedly]

[he takes a deep breath, dragging a hand over his face.

Okay, okay he's fine, he's totally fine]

I'll k-kick your ass if you do.

[survivaltricks]

[laughs a bit breathlessly at that]

W-wouldn't ever dream of giving you the chance.

[leonheartedly]

That sounds like another challenge.

[survivaltricks]

N-not in these circumstances.

[HE IS NOT GOING TO CHALLENGE TYR TO KICK HIS ASS AFTER HE DIES, BECAUE HE WOULD RATHER NOT DIE]

[but his expression is wry, features gently amused]

[leonheartedly]

[NO HE DOESN'T WANT THAT]

I meant - in general, don't actually die, please.

[he says it quickly like he's forcing it out before the paranoia gets him]

[survivaltricks]

I won't.

[he sounds SO CERTAIN]