Horus barked out a laugh, sliding his flask from his belt and tipping it in her direction.
As the last stragglers tumbled over the edge and the cannon blasts sent their foes scrambling, Horus wiped his face with the back of his hand, surveying the scene with satisfaction. The thrill of victory and survival thrummed through his veins, though he was distinctly aware of the sharp ache creeping into his muscles as the bear's adrenaline wore off.
He leaned on his staff, giving Celine a mock serious look as she mentioned the lost prize of the pirate ship.
Straightening, he extended a hand to her, his grin only growing wider at her remark about the wheel.
With a flourishing bow and a theatrical swipe of his hat, he led the way, the thrill of battle settling into a comfortable warmth as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the promise of a quieter, more private celebration ahead.
@Celine Vonn
Mauve, eh? And here I thought it was more… ‘cherry cordial’ with an attitude.His lips twisted in a grin as he glanced down at his own clothes, equally stained and ragged from the skirmish.
Blood, sea salt, and a bit of battle grime—they’re the marks of a well-lived life, aren’t they?
As the last stragglers tumbled over the edge and the cannon blasts sent their foes scrambling, Horus wiped his face with the back of his hand, surveying the scene with satisfaction. The thrill of victory and survival thrummed through his veins, though he was distinctly aware of the sharp ache creeping into his muscles as the bear's adrenaline wore off.
Ah, and there’s the crew coming through at last! Bold lot—took their time, but they’ve got spirit.
He leaned on his staff, giving Celine a mock serious look as she mentioned the lost prize of the pirate ship.
Would’ve made a nice addition, no doubt,he agreed with a wink.
Could’ve named it something fierce—*Celine’s Wrath*, perhaps? Strikes terror and all that.
Straightening, he extended a hand to her, his grin only growing wider at her remark about the wheel.
Your hips shall be in the finest care, I assure you,he promised with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.
And for the bath, love, I’d draw a whole ocean’s worth if it meant sharing it with you. Come, we’ll rinse off this muck together and toast to another scrape survived. Just like old times.
With a flourishing bow and a theatrical swipe of his hat, he led the way, the thrill of battle settling into a comfortable warmth as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the promise of a quieter, more private celebration ahead.
@Celine Vonn
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