He leaned back against the wall of the park, the gate sitting not far from him as he watched his beloved sit on the colorful park benches. His hair was longer than he had been, Tanoro raising his tanned hand to brush a fallen lock from his eyes as he stepped towards Elizabeth. She raised her head and smiled at him, hopping up to hug him like she always did. He fell backwards with a grin before he hit the hard deck of the ship.
Tanoro cracked his eyes open as he rubbed the back of his head, an older boy leaning over him with a twisted grin, shaking his head and muttered something of daydreaming boys that go overboard. The Viduggla rubbed his eyes with a sweaty hand and righted himself. His dreaming had fade and he went back to accepting that it would be a bit before he saw Elizabeth, but not long enough to kill him.
With a twisted mouth he set off across the cradle-rocking ship, his feet sure from being on a ship for as long as he had. Clean, clean, clean. That's what he should be doing. He wrestled up a mop and bucket of salty water before turning and getting to work, humming the slightest to himself as he was his only company.
The hours ticked by slowly, ever second recorded by the splash of another wave on the hull. Tanoro, hands rough with dried salt, shuffled into the room where the others ate and drank. He easily found himself a mug and sat with a tired thump on the bench, taking a long swig of his ale. A slight chuckle escaped him, knowing that Elizabeth and Juliette would probably be hounding over him for drinking - despite the fact both drank themselves. The thought comforted him for a moment, allowing him to escape to Regalia where Lizzy would be making herself comfortable around his arm and Juliette would be content bickering with him on various subjects.
Then his memories turned sour with his second mug, thoughts of his father tipping his head back to empty his cup and the sharpness of every word and strike on Tanoro. Words like knives. His mouth sank into a bitter frown to replace the lack of bitterness in his drink, which he soon realized and glanced down his tankard to inspect. A hand shoved the bottom of the mug up, splashing the water that filled it over the boy with a collection of cackling. Who ever had replaced his cup had filled it with the now spilled water that covered his shirt.
The mug slammed down onto the table as Tanoro's fist caught the boy beside him in the chin. The trickster that dare mess with him was thrown out of his seat by the hit, one of which was followed by several others by Tanoro's hand.
Few minutes had passed but still when the angered boy stood his hand was marked with blood, red leaking from the split lip of his neighbor. The Viduggla let out a huffed breath, eyeing the others before looking at his hand and taking a whistled breath through his teeth. His bloodied hand pitched the now empty tankard before he hurtled himself from the room. His boots thumped on the deck before he took to a staircase and fled to his bunk. The darkness of the room reminded him so much of the hair of the girl that awaited him on the shore, wishing he'd return by now. He buried himself in his rough blanket, inhaling the smell of the ocean and cloth. Nothing smelled right all of a sudden, he could feel every lurch of the boat now, swaying like what used to be a baby's cradle but was now a storm.
Thunder cracked overhead, making him hide himself further from the mistakes he'd made, the mistakes he feared were turning him into the same man his father was. With another crack, he closed his eyes like doors slamming shut on the world he'd joined and memories of the one he left and would - hopefully - soon return to came flooding back like a hole had been punctuated in his ship of consciousness. He sank into sleep, clinging to his life vessel of memory.
Tanoro cracked his eyes open as he rubbed the back of his head, an older boy leaning over him with a twisted grin, shaking his head and muttered something of daydreaming boys that go overboard. The Viduggla rubbed his eyes with a sweaty hand and righted himself. His dreaming had fade and he went back to accepting that it would be a bit before he saw Elizabeth, but not long enough to kill him.
With a twisted mouth he set off across the cradle-rocking ship, his feet sure from being on a ship for as long as he had. Clean, clean, clean. That's what he should be doing. He wrestled up a mop and bucket of salty water before turning and getting to work, humming the slightest to himself as he was his only company.
The hours ticked by slowly, ever second recorded by the splash of another wave on the hull. Tanoro, hands rough with dried salt, shuffled into the room where the others ate and drank. He easily found himself a mug and sat with a tired thump on the bench, taking a long swig of his ale. A slight chuckle escaped him, knowing that Elizabeth and Juliette would probably be hounding over him for drinking - despite the fact both drank themselves. The thought comforted him for a moment, allowing him to escape to Regalia where Lizzy would be making herself comfortable around his arm and Juliette would be content bickering with him on various subjects.
Then his memories turned sour with his second mug, thoughts of his father tipping his head back to empty his cup and the sharpness of every word and strike on Tanoro. Words like knives. His mouth sank into a bitter frown to replace the lack of bitterness in his drink, which he soon realized and glanced down his tankard to inspect. A hand shoved the bottom of the mug up, splashing the water that filled it over the boy with a collection of cackling. Who ever had replaced his cup had filled it with the now spilled water that covered his shirt.
The mug slammed down onto the table as Tanoro's fist caught the boy beside him in the chin. The trickster that dare mess with him was thrown out of his seat by the hit, one of which was followed by several others by Tanoro's hand.
Few minutes had passed but still when the angered boy stood his hand was marked with blood, red leaking from the split lip of his neighbor. The Viduggla let out a huffed breath, eyeing the others before looking at his hand and taking a whistled breath through his teeth. His bloodied hand pitched the now empty tankard before he hurtled himself from the room. His boots thumped on the deck before he took to a staircase and fled to his bunk. The darkness of the room reminded him so much of the hair of the girl that awaited him on the shore, wishing he'd return by now. He buried himself in his rough blanket, inhaling the smell of the ocean and cloth. Nothing smelled right all of a sudden, he could feel every lurch of the boat now, swaying like what used to be a baby's cradle but was now a storm.
Thunder cracked overhead, making him hide himself further from the mistakes he'd made, the mistakes he feared were turning him into the same man his father was. With another crack, he closed his eyes like doors slamming shut on the world he'd joined and memories of the one he left and would - hopefully - soon return to came flooding back like a hole had been punctuated in his ship of consciousness. He sank into sleep, clinging to his life vessel of memory.
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