The Devil's Red Right Hand

He returned to the ship where it had all begun and ended. It was the place he felt like his life had changed so much within these halls. He occasionally visited his old haunts, this one especially. The crimson male sat atop the deck, looking out over the horizon when he heard something. Someone else was here, though he didn't know who. The voice that sang was...haunting. And he recognized the notes within her song. Not in the sense that he knew what she was singing, but in the emotions behind it. They were all too familiar to him, and it only served to remind him of all that had been, and all that would be. Though he had no way of knowing how his life would go in the future...especially not with what resided within him. He listened to the song for as long as it went on, and when it ended, he waited for a few heartbeats before he rose.

Whoever it was, understood. He sought her out, walking the halls and following the haunting echo of her song as it reverberated in his head. He knew the halls of this ship better than he knew himself. Claws clicked on the cold surface of the ship, and the cloak he had made ages ago pulled up high over his neck and back to aid against the cold winds that blew over the ship. The scarred male moved from room to room, and finally, he found who he was looking for. "That was quite the song. If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been observing my life." His gaze found the pale babe as he sat down to regard her. She was of impressive stature, and despite her song, seemed to hold herself in a way that felt all too familiar.


"Speech"