Author name: vespapire

aвandon all нope, ye wнo enтer нere.   It had not been a dream.   Ducat was alive and breathing below the main deck of the Siren’s Song, across the gun deck from their quarters, resting their head on the silken pillows of Mirari Arossa’s bed. He was at rest already, tucked onto his pillow like a […]

Note: this was written by two, post by post, so the technical POV switches between characters every few sentences. Agent 01 figured Leander must only this day be allowed his own room, as the only clue to her that it belonged to him were a few pieces of carriable personal effects. Even the insignificant crew