Post by Finn Whelan on Feb 29, 2020 4:23:18 GMT
"Ye been in here most days since ya boat docked, boy," the Romani woman spoke in her thick accent as she set another mug before the Pirate who left it where it was, staring down into the amber depths as if they would somehow come up with some words of comfort for the hollow pit the had been forming inside his rib-cage since the day they'd docked and brought ashore a band of foreign beasts the likes of which he'd never seen, but certainly hoped to see again.
At least, one in particular.
"I know, Lavs," the Pirate sighed, turning up to face the woman standing before him, "I'm just waiting. I guess."
"Waiting?" she barked out a laugh, "You, boy? I've not seen ye 'wait' for a thing a moment in ye'life, but now it's been- a month? Almost? You're usually back on the waters by now."
Finn laughed but it was a sound without mirth, unwilling to explain to Lavinia just what, or rather who, it was he was waiting for. His forlorn gaze made its way to the door as it had done every five minutes or so since he'd sat down.
It was true, he didn't often stay land-locked quite this long, but something inside him feared if he didn't see the Bear soon, he might not get the chance for a long time.
"Must be something special for an impatient brat like you to learn patience fer."
"It is..."
Paying the woman no mind as she turned away, able to suss out for herself when a man was not keen on making small talk and Finn seemed far too distracted to even attempt.
Finneas refused to believe what Emry had tried to tell him. To stop waiting for something that would never happen. He had tried his damnedest to convince Finn that no foreign noble was ever going to grace the doorway of a place like Calypso's just to speak with a Pirate. It sounded harsh, but Emerson was just trying to save Finn from getting his hopes too high. He hated seeing the dejected look of a kicked puppy that had been donning the normally bubbly Pirate's features as of late. Besides, their vault was bleeding gold the longer they stayed docked, especially with how much Finn's men loved to partake of their fair share and then some of booze, not unlike their Captain.
"He'll be here," he told himself, words he'd been telling himself on repeat for so long now the meaning of them was becoming obscured and the conviction in his voice waning with each repetition.
But there was enough there that he was sure he wasn't ready to give up on waiting.
Not yet.
At least, one in particular.
"I know, Lavs," the Pirate sighed, turning up to face the woman standing before him, "I'm just waiting. I guess."
"Waiting?" she barked out a laugh, "You, boy? I've not seen ye 'wait' for a thing a moment in ye'life, but now it's been- a month? Almost? You're usually back on the waters by now."
Finn laughed but it was a sound without mirth, unwilling to explain to Lavinia just what, or rather who, it was he was waiting for. His forlorn gaze made its way to the door as it had done every five minutes or so since he'd sat down.
It was true, he didn't often stay land-locked quite this long, but something inside him feared if he didn't see the Bear soon, he might not get the chance for a long time.
"Must be something special for an impatient brat like you to learn patience fer."
"It is..."
Paying the woman no mind as she turned away, able to suss out for herself when a man was not keen on making small talk and Finn seemed far too distracted to even attempt.
Finneas refused to believe what Emry had tried to tell him. To stop waiting for something that would never happen. He had tried his damnedest to convince Finn that no foreign noble was ever going to grace the doorway of a place like Calypso's just to speak with a Pirate. It sounded harsh, but Emerson was just trying to save Finn from getting his hopes too high. He hated seeing the dejected look of a kicked puppy that had been donning the normally bubbly Pirate's features as of late. Besides, their vault was bleeding gold the longer they stayed docked, especially with how much Finn's men loved to partake of their fair share and then some of booze, not unlike their Captain.
"He'll be here," he told himself, words he'd been telling himself on repeat for so long now the meaning of them was becoming obscured and the conviction in his voice waning with each repetition.
But there was enough there that he was sure he wasn't ready to give up on waiting.
Not yet.