Wee Fic: Pirate in a Desert...
Well, here's an original Sylum wee fic. If you have questions about this, give me a yell
Character: Warrick Brown, Sylum Verse
Word: Brine
A/N: Thanks to Mr. Toast for the word prompt and to Hana Standish for the beta
As much as he hated grief, he loved the scent of tears. They reminded him of the ocean. He loved to travel, but missed the water. The lack of a ship rocking beneath his feet was a sharp pain, a steel arrow tip in his lungs. Love rode him and held him in the world; first of his Mate, then of the extended family spilling around them both. But the sea had claimed him first, marked herself deep in both cells and memory. He wondered sometimes if his blood tasted more like brine. He had loved being a pirate- the ever shifting weather sang harmony to his rage. His mate…understood. How could he not? And still, sometimes the tides called - yes, even here in this desert. For a time he’s been able to lose himself in the neon cacophony, the quicksilver patter of the Strip. Some vast recklessness had greased the skids for him; even when he could feel Nick’s worry he kept on, trying to drown the tidal call. He’d come so close to losing, even when the remembered dice burned in his hands. He’d gambled against death and won- somehow- so why couldn’t he outwit the seas? Salt-encrusted rope and the creaking of wood in a storm still echoes in his dreams. It’s been decades, solid centuries really, since he’d been near a great ship, but the sea refused to let him go.