[ It really was a beautiful spot. Much as Husk had been born and raised in one of the nosiest and busiest cities in the world, he could really understand and appreciate the quiet out here. Sure, not exactly easy to distract oneself from the thoughts roiling around in their heads... but he doesn't think finding ways to not think about it would be all that healthy right now.
He watches Julian make his way across the darkening sky, his brow furrowing in confusion for a moment - did that crow have a fucking knife in its beak???. He glances down as the light illuminates under him, before focusing back on the water. His ears shift a little, as he listens to Flins making his careful way up. He's glad for the time taken, honestly. It means he can have some quiet, try and organise his thoughts as he waits for his partner to get to him.
And when he does? Husk heaves out a soft, quiet sigh. He doesn't feel right, still. He feels like a fucking mess barely held together. He doesn't even know how to start this. But then Flins quietly takes his tail and starts petting it, allowing the silence to linger a little longer. Husk doesn't pull his tail away- honestly, there's no small amount of comfort in the touch. Something to make him feel like he's still here. An anchor to keep him from being taken by the storm.
When Flins does speak, he finally lowers his wings, just a little, so he can look out to see the ship his partner is talking about. Sure enough, there it is, making its way towards shore. ]
Yeah? [ His voice is quieter than it usually is, a tiredness clinging to the edges of the usual baritone. ] How long's it been out there?
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Date: 2025-12-22 08:55 pm (UTC)He watches Julian make his way across the darkening sky, his brow furrowing in confusion for a moment - did that crow have a fucking knife in its beak???. He glances down as the light illuminates under him, before focusing back on the water. His ears shift a little, as he listens to Flins making his careful way up. He's glad for the time taken, honestly. It means he can have some quiet, try and organise his thoughts as he waits for his partner to get to him.
And when he does? Husk heaves out a soft, quiet sigh. He doesn't feel right, still. He feels like a fucking mess barely held together. He doesn't even know how to start this. But then Flins quietly takes his tail and starts petting it, allowing the silence to linger a little longer. Husk doesn't pull his tail away- honestly, there's no small amount of comfort in the touch. Something to make him feel like he's still here. An anchor to keep him from being taken by the storm.
When Flins does speak, he finally lowers his wings, just a little, so he can look out to see the ship his partner is talking about. Sure enough, there it is, making its way towards shore. ]
Yeah? [ His voice is quieter than it usually is, a tiredness clinging to the edges of the usual baritone. ] How long's it been out there?