Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Sverdar felt as if his head was spinning while the world turned around him, and his vision had begun to take on a greater blurred aspect. He could remember that all these were symptoms of blood loss and the ensuing low blood pressure. He clenched his hand slightly, then opened it slowly. He managed to keep his breathing steady and constant. If Tessa knew as much as she seemed to, she would know what to look for to see how serious of a condition he was in. He had to keep his breathing steady and avoid moving too quickly. He hated to admit it even to himself, but he did owe the girl something for saving his life. He might as well recover quickly so the crew didn't get it into their heads that anything was wrong with him. One of these days, he really needed to find some loyal and trustworthy crewmembers to hire. The thought caused him to laugh softly, before realizing that Tessa was there still, and had even spoke to him. Great, now he had trouble focusing on what was right in front of him. This was shaping up to be a day of fun after all. Though he had been right about the snarky comments, to no great surprise. It fit with her so far, and was expected from everything that had happened. I can promise no amazing feat of words or lengthy piece of work, so I hope you aren't expecting a well-spoken apology, Sev stated dryly, his gaze finally coming to rest on a specific picture instead of just a random one. However, I apologize for my earlier assumptions and rudeness, especially including the assumed course of action of trying to sell you, It was one of the oldest pictures on his walls, showing signs of age and slight damage from contact with sunlight for periods of time. I'm not certain of what will become of you now, however, as any port you were planning to sail to will certainly notice what my ship is and those there will try to arrest me. A bit of a predicament, in all honesty, In the confines of the page were drawn the lines and curves of a simple house. There wasn't much to it, just an isolated single-story house with a few trees and a hammock out front. It was rather nondescript and unadorned, which was at odds with the other drawn images on the walls, each of which seemed to be drawn with an excruciating amount of detail and care. He drew a knife from his boot, a common holding place for such an instrument from Sev's experience. He cut off the bandages, just above the knot, before returning the bandages to the cabinet next to him. Amusing with toying with another's life? he asked softly, looking at Tessa without much of an expression, just some form of distant emotion. I don't have an answer that will please you or have you accept me anymore. The best I can say is that by this point in life, it might just be a learned behavior. He hadn't expected that sort of request from her, and had never really examined his actions in the same light that she did. If you're willing to bear putting up with me for a bit longer, to help me stand so I don't injure my shoulder from sheer stupidity, I can always regale you with tales of my misdeeds so that you can dislike me further before this is all over. I'm fairly convinced that you wouldn't want to hear much else, after all.