 08:06:16 Aussie - Golden| haha. need a update of about windows 20000 thats what its up to now right? |
08:05:31 Rapcoon | Jester aussie
I told you my sense of time's badly fucked up xD
We still running windows 7 in my brain okay |
08:04:17 Rapcoon | Jester | oh shit I didn't even realize he turned 3 o.O Not too shabby |
08:03:38 (AC) Angel cats | Garbage disposal has the zoomies |
08:03:20 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 08:03:05 Rapcoon | Jester 08:02:47 Aussie - Golden| yeah. kph hes on shamrock equines |
08:02:09 Rapcoon | Jester mythy
uhh. you mean go search for one particular horse? I don't even remember his proper name or what account he's on x'D |
08:01:02 Rapcoon | Jester | ah well that's not too terrible |
08:00:47 Myth/Crowley/Grinch KPH
Go look at Montgomery xD |
08:00:24 Aussie - Golden| ye was a bit defeating tbh but selectors said its just for a break before finals cuz were playing worst team |
07:59:52 Rapcoon | Jester 07:59:25 (AC) Angel cats | My color girl for next RO -HEE Click- |
07:58:55 | I love how he looks like he has little freckles -HEE Click- |
07:58:48 Rapcoon | Jester ohh dang that's no good, aussie >.<
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07:58:07 Ky ♥| Thank you guys! I was losing my mind trying to find it for some reason |
07:57:55 Grimm(us)| On your stable page where it says (Our Stable)(Profile)(Event and Games) its in the Profile tab^ |
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Jora caught the quiet weight in Sage’s words, the uncertainty that danced just under the surface, hidden behind that soft murmur. He was trying, though—she could see that. But she also knew it wasn’t enough to just try. You had to believe in it too, in the future you were trying to build. It was clear Sage had his doubts, but the fact he was even saying this out loud to her, sharing the weight of it, meant something. She squeezed his hand, her voice low but firm. “We’ll make it work. No matter what.” She could feel the weight of it all too—the responsibility, the fear of falling short. But she’d never let them down. Not now, not ever. His idea about the sleeping arrangements made her smile, a quiet kind of pride swelling in her chest. He was already thinking about how to make their space work for all of them. “That sounds perfect,” she said, eyes softening as she looked over at him. “Selene will be fine in the other room, and we’ll make sure Lyra has everything she needs.” She paused for a moment, looking out at the water before speaking again, quieter this time. “We’re doing this together. I know we’ll get it right. Maybe not perfectly, but…” she trailed off, offering a small, determined smile. “We’ll make it good. You and me, Sage. Just like you said. We’ll figure it out, one step at a time.” |
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Sage nodded along slowly, offering Jora a smile in response to her comments. "I know," he murmured softly, climbing back to his feet slowly now that he's recovered a bit and his legs had rested for long enough. He was tired, but they would be home soon, so he needed to get up and work on getting the boat ready to dock. Without a dock. Which was a bit tricky to do. "As long as I have you and Lyra, I'll be ok," he noted, standing on his rip toes to peck her lips lightly before moving out of the small cabin area they'd been in to steer the ship. "We'll be to the island in around ten minutes," he updated Selene quietly. "We have a bedroom you can stay in as long as you need," he added. He hoped she knew she was welcome...that she wouldn't feel like she was intruding or anything like that. There would be less freedom with her there...Jora couldn't just start something on the floor or in the kitchen or anything like that...but he wasn't sure he was ready for that yet either, so he supposed that would come with time. They'd figure it out, but there was more important things to figure out first. |
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Selene glanced up from where she’d been staring out over the water, the distant shoreline of the island coming into view. She’d been trying not to think too much about everything, but it was hard not to feel the weight of the situation pressing in. There was a lot she was still processing. Her gaze shifted to Sage as he spoke, and a small, unsteady smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft. The offer of a room, of shelter, even if it was temporary—it meant more than she could really say. She wasn’t sure she deserved the kindness, but she was grateful for it. And that made her feel… vulnerable. She didn’t know how to navigate that feeling. “I’m not sure I’ll be much company for either of you,” she added after a moment, glancing away, trying to hide the uncertainty in her expression. "But I’ll try not to be a burden." She wasn’t used to relying on others, wasn’t used to being *taken care of*. It was going to take some time to adjust, but she hoped—hoped—she could find a place to fit in without disrupting the fragile balance they’d already built. |
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Sage watched the older woman closely, noting the hesitation her gaze and voice held. He moved to lean on the rail of the ship, next to her, with a soft sigh. He didn't say anything right away, just gazed off into the distance, thinking. "I've seen a lot of things on these waters," he mused after a moment. "A lot of them were terrible. But a lot of them were good, too. And if there's one thing I learned, it's that all you need to be a family is to like each other. Work together." He shrugged slightly with a sort of chuckle. "Jora and I don't have everything figured out. I haven't finished the dock yet so I don't know how the hell we're going to dock this thing. But you're one of the crew now, so whether you only stay here for a few days or you live with us the rest of your life, we'll make it work. And we'll be happy to do that," he added softly. "You helped us when we needed it...hell you're still doing that. Giving you a house to stay in is the least we can do," he added, placing his hand on her arm briefly before moving off to work at tying sails down and things like that, so they could dock as safely as possible. It was an open gesture he'd given Selene...he didn't know her well, and he knew she wasn't his biggest fan...but he was offering a hand. A relationship, if she decided she wanted it. |
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Selene watched him as he spoke, the weight of his words settling heavily in the space between them. She didn't want to believe it—couldn’t, not completely. But there was something about the sincerity in his voice that made it harder to dismiss. His hand on her arm was brief, but it felt like a promise, even if it wasn’t one she’d asked for. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. She just stood there, looking at him, then back out at the horizon, feeling the rhythm of the ship's creaks and groans underfoot. The ocean had always been a lonely place for her. People came and went like fleeting shadows, but she'd never trusted that anyone could actually stay. They never did. But Sage was different. She could feel it in the way he said the words—like they weren’t just hollow assurances, but an offer of something real. And it rattled her, more than she cared to admit. "Maybe," she said finally, her voice quiet but steady. "Maybe I don't know what to make of all this yet." She glanced at him as he moved to tie the sails, her gaze lingering for a moment. "But I can work. I can help. So... maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ll see what happens." She wasn’t making any promises, not yet. But she wasn’t walking away, either. That was something, wasn’t it? Something she hadn’t done in a long time. |
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Sage had just moved to work, not morning the woman hadn't responded. It was a lot to take on, he supposed....being torn away from everything she's had all in an instant. Having to cross the ocean and start an entirely new life, in an element she wasn't used to. Didn't know. As she spoke he looked up at her, skilled hands working the ropes and sails from muscle memory, not needing to look at them to twist the perfect knot. "It's up to you, what you want to do," he noted softly. "But Jora and I agree you can stay with us, for as long as you choose to," he added, standing up once he finished the batch of knots he was moving around. He supposed it was clear he'd had a past on the ocean...he just hoped she wouldn't figure out he'd been a pirate and hate him for it, now that they'd just started trying to create a relationship. It would be hard to live with her if that happened. |
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Selene watched his hands move with such effortless precision, her gaze lingering on the way his fingers danced around the ropes. She wasn’t sure what it was—maybe the sheer quiet confidence he exuded, or the way his words had just enough weight to them to pull her out of her head for a moment—but she found herself pausing, considering what he’d said. Her thoughts wandered, like they often did, to the life she’d left behind. It was hard to ignore the ache that lingered there—the loss of everything familiar, of her land, her people, the ease of a life that didn’t feel so heavy. But this? This wasn’t the end. Not yet. Maybe it was a new beginning. "I appreciate that," she replied, voice soft but steady, "It’s kind of you… both of you. To offer." Her eyes flicked to the horizon for a moment, searching for something, maybe just the familiar stability of the sea. But she quickly brought them back to him, catching the subtle tension in the way he moved, the guardedness in his expression. "You don’t have to worry about me hating you," she added with a slight tilt of her head, reading him without quite meaning to. "If that’s what you’re worried about." There was no malice in her tone, only a kind of quiet understanding. She could feel there was more to his story—couldn’t quite put her finger on it—but there was no need to pry just yet. "I’m not here to judge anyone," she continued, offering him a small, sincere smile. "I’ve got my own past to work through." A part of her wondered if he'd want to tell her what that was, or if he'd stay silent. But for now, she let the offer hang in the air, something unspoken between them but understood. It felt good to have some kind of choice, a place to rest her feet—even if it was just for now. |
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Sage had nodded in response to the older woman's comment, chuckling softly whe she pointed out she wouldn't hate him. Well, she could say that, but she didn't know the whole truth. "Lots of people say that, and then when I tell them they get upset," he noted quietly, He didn't think she would be that way...she'd been nice to him when all she thought of him was what she saw on the tavern floor. "I've sailed these seas for a long time. People aren't as good as society thinks," he added with a snort, moving closer to the older woman now that he'd finished with the ropes. He tugged the collar on his shirt over slightly, showing her the small mark that rested beneath his collar bone. The tattoos helped cover it up from far away, but close up the small brand showed up clearly, labelling him a a pirate. A criminal. Someone who, if found, would be hung in an instant. He didn't leave the mark out in the open for long....it went against every instinct in his body to show it to her to begin with. But he did trust her, since Jora trusted her. And she seemed genuine about everything she'd said. Besides, she'd be living with them and would find out one way or the other. He'd just rather it be on his terms than for it to shock her and possibly make for a bad or awkward outcome. He did wonder what she'd think though...about him, about society. It was clear he wasn't just some raging lunatic or evil person. But society rilled that into your head, until even he had believed it about himself, up to a certain point. Society was the cruel one. The true evil. They branded people like they branded cows or horses, only to delight in hanging them the nest morning. He'd escaped the noose once...people were cruel. He knew that well by now. |
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Selene studied him quietly for a moment, her gaze softening as she took in the mark beneath his collarbone. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like it, and she had an idea of what it meant. Pirates weren’t an unfamiliar sight, after all. But what struck her wasn’t the brand itself—it was the trust he had placed in her by showing it. Her voice was steady when she spoke, though there was a quiet understanding in her tone. "You’re right. People can be cruel," she said, her eyes meeting his for a long moment, her expression thoughtful. "Society likes to label, to judge, and it doesn’t matter how much a person’s heart or soul fights against it. Once you're marked, it’s hard to be seen as anything else." Selene didn’t look away. "But I’m not everyone else. I don’t care about the mark." She paused, her lips curling slightly. "What matters is who you are now, not what you've been branded as. That’s all I need to know." She let out a breath, as if considering something deeper, and her gaze softened even further. "If you think that mark defines you, then they’ve won, haven’t they? I’ve seen enough to know that it doesn’t define you. You’re more than that." She stepped a little closer, her presence warm but not intrusive. "And as for the rest... I think you’ve learned more about how to survive than most people ever will." |
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Sage hummed softly in response to her comments, leaning on the railing of the ship again, meeting her gaze steadily. He could feel the sincerity of her words, and a small smile curled the corners of his lips up as she spoke. "Well, they got part of it right. I am a pirate," he mused. "The part they screwed up is the fact that we're not monsters. We have a functional society. We only fight against the crown because they're the ones who hurt us first," he noted softly, sort of just turning his gaze out onto the ocean. "We're cast out, labelled as something terrible. We defend ourselves, and they call us criminals." He shook his head slightly, a sort of chuckle rising in his throat. "We're not the ones hunting people down." He couldn't count the number of battles he'd been in, knowing the king's ships wer hunting them. That anyone caught would be hung and if they didn't win they'd also be hung. He wasn't sure what to wish for...to win the fight or for the whole crew to get killed off. But letting them hang them had always been a no-go. He wasn't afraid of death....but he wasn't going to allow one of them to be the one to take his life away. When it came to that, he wouldn't allow it to be anything he didn't want. Selene seemed like a good person though. He could trust her. They could form a relationship. Help each other. Her last comment hit him hard though, and he let out a heavy breath of air. "Sometimes I don't want to," he admitted softly. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't the only one left standing." He wasn't just going to give up...especially not with Jora and Lyra....but surviving was hard. He was getting a little tired. |
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