taking graves as our own | {Aelia/Gavin} blitz

I've been dragged into the depths of the ocean, I've been drowning for years. Already my daily ritual has been shattered. I don't get the opportunity to stand in the early morning light, it's warmth grazing my tattered clothing, and shining brightly open my dirt covered legs. I think they're all expecting something of me, to be quite honest with you. But the part of me that is Him and the entire entity that is not tells me I don't have what they expect. I think when you move up and onto that stage they want something from you, they want giant gestures and big words proclaiming your powers and strength. But I had nothing to say to any of them, my mind was too caught up on the fact that I could possibly getting a chance to finally see the ocean. I could picture it, kind of. The imagined state of being that only a few people had ever managed to describe.

And now I was finally a sailor on their ship, the captain of the crew. But the knots that hold this broken thing together are already beginning to fray. They're all seeing to it, well and good. Like, for instances, the young fellow who had joined me on my ship. I don't think he knew that it was a sin against Him to be speaking to me. I had to be the one to start the conversation He says it is best not be talking when you don't have total control from the very beginning. But the boy fixes all once he introduces himself, wasn't that another way of implying an open conversation? The ocean can't tell me no, not now, neither can he, because I've not really spoken to anyone aside from my siblings and Him.

I try to speak real wise and mysterious like. I drop my tone a little lower and I squint, all powerful looking (makes it hard to see him) and stuff. "What do you think of the ocean?" I ask, because this was the most important question of all. Hopefully the intimidating way (I think it comes out more like I have a cold and my nose is blocked) in which I say it is enough to get the correct answer from him.

He looked kind of like me. He had the hair. Although mine was a lot longer, and dirtier, and a lot more like it was never cared for. I didn't much like brushing it, it took too much time and effort and I had better things to be using that time on, like thinking about Him. That was much more productive, I found it a lot more enjoyable. I also needed to use up part of my day dreaming about the ocean. I'm thinking that I might be seeing one soon. Hopefully that little statement up on that stage will let them all know what I want. Hopefully that means I'll get to see the ocean.

The guy sitting next to me is a great guy, he tells me he thinks the ocean is super and I can't help, but grin at him, like a child just finding out that she is the most prettiest girl around. Because he tells me that my ocean is beautiful, and like any sailor on their ship once you tell them that their ship is nice and strong and beautiful, you're like a proud mother. Except for me it is more like I am the ocean, rubbing up against that ship with giddy excitement. Leaning forwards I place my hands down on the space between us, eyes bright and lips curled in a cheerful smile I say, "The ocean is amazing! It's incredible, so powerful and beautiful. I mean I have never seen it before. But I reckon I will. It's why I said that I wanted to see it up on that stage. So I'm hoping I'll get to see it."

"Why are you going on this trip? Got something you wanna do?"