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mortalcoil) wrote in
driftfleet2016-09-17 05:04 pm
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Red Fishies
Who: SS Red Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)
[watch the newest episodes (and catch up on a few reruns) of your favorite dysfunctional fish in the fleet! what kind of drama will they create next? you can find out right here, right now!]
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)
[watch the newest episodes (and catch up on a few reruns) of your favorite dysfunctional fish in the fleet! what kind of drama will they create next? you can find out right here, right now!]

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[Looking back up at her, he looks decisive. More confident.] Syeira, can I move the rest of my things in your room? I know I've got a lot of stuff, and I don't want you to say yes unless you really want me to stay there, but... I like living with you.
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[She's still touching his face when he asks to move in with her. It's a surprise, definitely.]
I...I like having you there, of course. Are you sure? You don't want to keep your own space?
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Very much so.
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[He grins.] Think we can fit all my clothes in there?
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Well, I don't have much, so I think we can make it work.
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Let's make sure we'll have the room first.
[It's not a no.]
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[Yeah she's getting sappy. Also flushing a little more because she's now thinking about Arthur in the shower. Oops.]
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[She feels a giddy rush from head to toe. This feels very...romantic. She can't help but enjoy it.]
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[She squeezes back, smiling like a fool.]
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Am I?
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He might... He thinks he's...
He smiles at her, his smile big and bright as his heart beats hard in his chest.]
You are, [he says, breathless. He pulls her close to kiss her. The kiss is tender but passionate, soft and yet filled with more emotion than seems to fit the situation.]
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When they part for breath, she looks up into his eyes. Her expression soft, a little dazed, but she's definitely present.]
Arthur? Is everything-?
[She trails off, because it's not the right question. Everything is more than all right. But she doesn't know what else to ask.]
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It's so... not a perfect time to say he loves her.
And yet, it is. He nods, and then he takes her face in his hands, pushing his lips on hers. The kiss is passionate, pressing, pushing, a battle of lips and tongues and hearts. He stops to breathe, and he decides he needs to talk. Needs to tell her this.]
I wanted to tell you this in some romantic setting, but I can't imagine a better place than our home. The Red Fish is home now, and you're a huge part of that for me. Syeira... I love you.
[He's breathless, on the verge of choking on his own words. Those words have been lodged in his throat for a long time. He just didn't know quite how long, how much better it would feel to have them out there.]
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Arthur is the exception. He seems to be able to start tremors in her world pretty much whenever he likes. And the Red Fish seems to be having an earthquake at the moment.]
.....S-say that again?
[Because well, clearly she wasn't hearing correctly.
Right?]
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I love you.
[His voice is softer but just as confident in what he's saying. He's sure about him; he's just not sure if he just made her uncomfortable.]
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Then it comes in a rush. He loves her. A thing she'd thought out if her reach in life, was being placed directly into her hands. She feels everything all at once: joy, relief, humbleness, and a small taste of fear. It bubbles and boils over in her lightning quick, so she goes from statue still to flinging her arms around his neck in a blink.
She holds him tightly, a hand in his hair, holding a fistful of it, probably too tightly, the other gripping his shoulder, squeezing each fingertip into him, as if to test his realness.
She's too wrecked to cry, too swarmed with emotion. She just holds onto Arthur far too hard, as if he'll vanish if she lets go.]
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Thank you.
[The words are half muffled against his throat. And probably not the response he was expecting.]
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You don't - ...You don't have to thank me. That love is unconditional.
[He hugs her a little tighter, hoping she knows just how true that is.]
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