[ he stiffens, bristles for a moment--- before letting that cursory guard down. it's the subtle air of authority, a newly familiar voice that has his shoulders lower and a coolness touch his brow. again, tenn is quite aware of what he probably looks like. what he seems like. a flower with drooping petals, a bird with ruffled and spread feathers? a glass ornament, seemingly fragile and easily shattered? ]
I'm sure others deserve them more than I do.
[ he may not be familiar with the superstitions of the sea, but tenn has seen the wariness given to the women on the boat. he's seen others worse off than him. his fragile constitution is, unfortunately, a constant and something he's been unwilling to work on--- despite his occupation.
tenn pulls himself away from the wall, taking one step... and then immediately crashes back into it. the ship isn't rocking, but he sure is. ]
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I'm sure others deserve them more than I do.
[ he may not be familiar with the superstitions of the sea, but tenn has seen the wariness given to the women on the boat. he's seen others worse off than him. his fragile constitution is, unfortunately, a constant and something he's been unwilling to work on--- despite his occupation.
tenn pulls himself away from the wall, taking one step... and then immediately crashes back into it. the ship isn't rocking, but he sure is. ]