Closed A Wave of Passion Washes Over The Port.

[Ceto Driftwood]

47th of Winter, 513 AV Port of Sunberth


Ceto's day had been nothing different then any other day that Sunberth had given her since she had arrived her early this winter. Another day consumed by work and alcohol. She had left the tavern just as the sun began to set, she wasn't fond of the stink hole that people called a town. She had spent majority of her childhood in this town and had only a few good memories in the sea of bad ones. As she stumbled down the streets and ally ways back to the port the sun had already went to bed. The moon had risen and the waves lapped against the docks gently almost as if the sea was singing a lullaby of it own for those who cared to listen. She had just rounded the corner when the sea and its lovely ships came into view, it didn't even have to look to recognize her ship the words "The lady's fortune" carved into the side, paint peeled from where the words had once been decorated. The dark grain wood splintering in places from lack of care, Ceto even though she knew better had slowly begun neglecting her ship and why should she care about it there was nothing that her floating house could do for her then give her a place to sleep.

She shambled across the docks the wind blowing off the sea giving the air a slight salty smell and a chill that seemed to blow through her coat. Her darkly tanned skin began to become riddled with goosebumps as her body reacted to the sudden drop in temperature. Ceto could actually feel herself sobering up with each blast of cold air that hit her face as she shambled over to the ship. Her brown hair blowing in the wind her bangs only kept out of her face by the sash she wore for a headband. Her blue eyes glimmering in the moonlight just as the sea did.

Finally she had arrived and with that relief she tumbled over the lip of the ship and fell onto the deck her back lie against the cold wood floor and her eyes gazed up at the stars and that's when she noticed the dark silhouette in the corner of her eyes. She reached for her blade only to find that during her tumble it had fell out of her scabbard and slid across the deck, grabbing the dagger she kept tucked in her boots. She jumped up her footing a bit sturdy on sea then it was on land even whilst drunk. She was slightly crouched down, ready to pounce when she called out.

"Trespasser tell me ye name, before I spill your guts and throw your corpse into the sea." Ceto waved her dagger around in a threatening way as she slowly began her creep to her cutlass awaiting the strangers answer.

oocSorry If me putting your character there bothers you if so...i'll just act like its some fool that i owe money too

[Roy Kingsfield]

Day 47 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

The sun barely peaked through the clouds as it hung on the horizon. The glowing orb began its slow descent into the depths of the waves that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The squalling of seagulls ricocheted off of the walls and streets, causing the sound to echo as the birds flew to their nests for the night. The cobblestone streets slowly began to empty, merchants closing up their stalls, women taking their children to their homes, men heading to the tavern for their drinks. The nightlife slowly came awake as the sun slowly disappeared from view.


Roy strode through the ever darkening lanes, making his way to his home where his mother and father awaited. The young man had escaped the chores his parents had tried their hardest to impose on him and spent his time wandering the city. His day had gone surprisingly well, he had gone through it without one incident. Normally his temper got the better of him and the rage that slumbered deep within his chest would rear its head and roar. Roy would lose control as the anger took over until it was released.


His parents would be very proud of him for coming home without sporting any bruises or cuts. He found the best way to release the tension that built up in his chest was by physical contact. Usually which resulted in hand to hand combat. Roy wasn’t picky, whoever looked challenging enough without getting himself killed, he went after. He began living for the rush, the thrill of adrenaline as it coursed through his blood. It made him feel, alive.


He wanted that feeling all the time. But his parents did their best to try to drag them into what they thought was best for him. They wanted him to be a Chandler. Candle making was a family tradition that had been passed down from each father to their son. Roy’s father, Jeffery had decided it was time Roy started learning the responsibilities of what it meant to eventually take over the business. Something Roy vehemently opposed. He refused to settle for a life that led to an empty existence and that was all that his parents had to offer him.


Roy took his time wandering down the streets. His hood was pulled over his eyes, the stubble on his jawline the only thing that could be seen of his face. Roy absentmindedly glanced through each alleyway, watching the waves peacefully roll on top of one another, the ships bobbing gently beside the piers.


It had been a long time since he had been to the docks. He wasn’t sure why exactly he felt the urge to go there but he found his feet propelling him there anyways. He had nowhere to be so he let his feet take him where they willed. Roy stepped into one of the alleyways and wandered through it.


He stared attentively at the ground when he came out from the narrow path and onto the docks. Roy stepped onto the wooden planks and began walking along the water, passing ships of all shapes and sizes. He had not been down to the docks in years and was curious to see if anything had changed. A dark green ship caught his attention and he glanced at the name.


The Lady’s Fortune.


Roy froze.

It can’t be. That can’t be the- No. It’s not. She can’t be- If she were- No. Stop. It’s not. No. She- Roy’s knees grew weak and he almost fell but he caught the edge of a wooden beam jutting up out from the pier. His mind was racing a million miles an hour at the different possibilities that could explain all of it away. But only one made sense.


She was here.


Roy felt like he was in a dream as he found himself climbing aboard the battered ship, the waves gently lulling the hull up and down. He crossed the deck and collapsed against the railing.


There has to be some sort of explanation. She disappeared. Three years ago. Left a note. No goodbye. Just gone. She abandoned me. Like I was nothing. Those years we spent together. Poof, gone. Meant nothing to her. She destroyed me when she left.


Roy was in a daze. His mind seemed to play tricks with him and slowed down until his mind was completely empty. He felt numb. Suddenly, there was a loud noise as something tumbled over the edge of the deck. Roy didn’t even acknowledge it, too absorbed in his own thoughts.


His heart leapt into throat when he heard her voice for the first time in three years. It snapped him straight from his mental breakdown. he stood there in shock as the woman rose from the deck and brandished a dagger in one hand, barely able to stand.


Roy finally managed to croak, “Ceto? Is that you?”


The silence seemed to answer his question.


“It’s me. Roy. Your old lover. You know, the one you had before you stabbed him in the back?”

[Ceto Driftwood]

8th bell 32nd chime, 4 bells till midnight. 47th of Winter, 513 AV

She couldn't believe her ears, the only person that had ever softened her heart was the one that stood in the shadows. Ceto felt a quick tear roll down her check, the alcohol had made her walls weak and with his sudden appearance in her time of emotional weakness was a bit to much. The tear coming from her left eye symbolizing the pain she felt in this moment, the memories of what she had done to this poor man come flooding back.

Though Ceto had no time to be weak even when the only man she had loved stood before her after so many years, with a quick flick of her wrist as if she was pushing the hair out of her face, she ran her thumb along her cheek wiping the tear away she responded.

"Oh hush you cry baby!, I told your parents I was here. It's not my fault they didn't say tell you."

She turned away from him wrapping her arms around her self and put on her best ashamed and sorry act. Ceto had done what she did best lied, she hadn't went in search for him and she honestly hadn't missed him until this moment. Though she wasn't going to tell him that, she disliked his parents anyways they always looked down at her. They acted all high and mighty like candle makers are saints they are no better then anyone else here.

She was still a bit intoxicated and the long absence had taken its toll on her, it wasn't like she had totally forgot him. She just hadn't thought of him, since she arrived here. Ceto wasn't sure why she had forgotten him, she had been busy most of the season. Pursuing her craft, and trying to get her slaver business running good. She knew she couldn't tell him about the slaves, if he was anything like his parents he would leave and she knew she didn't want that. She knew deep in her cold, drunk, scarred and twisted heart that she loved him.

"Can you forgive me Roy?, I did try to find you...I missed you and love you"

She turned back towards him dropping the dagger and rushed towards him in a flash of brown hair and fur coats. Her boats creaking along the deck of the ship as she made her way into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder for a brief second before placing her hand on his cheek and attempted to kiss him on his lips. Her bright blue eyes gazing at him.

[Roy Kingsfield]

Day 54 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

Roy felt like he had been slammed by the ship he stood on. It was all too much to take in. He didn’t know how to act, what to do, what to say. His thoughts were a chaotic mess and he couldn’t straighten them out. He had been devastated when she left, she had taken a piece of him with her and he had been left with nothing in return. Memories of their past together flashed through his head in a blur. Memories he had done his best to repress and forget about drifted back to the surface. They were too painful to bring up with her gone.


“…I told your parents I was here…” Was all that registered in his mind and he felt like he had been betrayed all over again. But not by her. They would- No. Not my parents. They knew how distraught I was at her leaving. They wouldn’t keep that from me…would they?


Roy thought back to his childhood, all the times Ceto had gotten them into trouble. His parents never approved of her, they said she was a troublemaker and a bad influence on him. Roy brushed off their concern, he was young and didn’t care. Besides, everyone in Sunberth was a bad influence. It was Sunberth.


But Roy also knew she was a great scam artist, she enjoyed spinning tales and elaborate lies to get her way when they were children. Maybe she hadn’t changed. But she would never lie to him. She never had. He was too important to her for her to lie to him. Or so he thought. There was too much to consider and his mind felt like it was going to explode.


Hearing her confession, sent chills down his spine. He wanted to believe her, but her actions showed him otherwise. When she ran, or rather stumbled, across the deck and fell into him and he felt her pressed up against his chest, his arms automatically wrapped around her before he had time to think. Her soft hair pushed up against his face and he inhaled her scent deeply, awash with old memories. His throat tightened.


But when she placed her hand on his cheek and looked him in the eyes, he remembered all the pain and suffering she had caused him. He jerked away from her, “No, Ceto. You don’t get to walk back into my life like nothing happened.”


Venom dripped from his voice and he could feel the icy tendrils weaving their way around his heart. “You destroyed me when you left. You don’t get to pretend like everything is okay. It’s been three years, Ceto. THREE YEARS!” Roy stormed across the deck away from her, the anger and pain rearing in his chest. It felt like she had left him all over again. The pain and rejection he had locked away so many years ago came back in full force. He didn’t know how to handle them.


He turned back towards her, the moon reflecting off his blue eyes like ice. “You ripped out my heart, Cee. I trusted you and then you just got up and left. You didn’t tell me anything. No answers. No goodbye, no reason why, you just left unanswered questions and a gaping hole.”


The anger that burned in his chest pain came out of confusion and a sense of loss. They had both changed in three years and he didn’t even know if he knew her anymore. He just felt so alone. Her coming back only made those feelings intensively. He felt like crying, screaming, fighting all at once. His stomach was in knots and the stress began to overwhelm him.


Roy stood facing her, chest heaving. His voice was cold as he addressed her. “Tell me why. I don’t want to hear any more excuses. Tell me why you left. Tell me why you didn’t warn me you were leaving. I just want to know why.”


The emotional pain of what she had done to him had severely scarred him and he needed closure before he could even contemplate the future.

[Ceto Driftwood]

47th of winter, 513 AV



She loved the way his arms felt wrapped around her, but the feeling was very short lived as she had been ready to kiss the man when he had pushed her away.

“No, Ceto. You don’t get to walk back into my life like nothing happened.”

"Roy...."

The tears began gushing from both eyes at that point, it had been to much for her. She wasn't able to keep him out, he just kept knocking down her walls with just a handful of words. She sunk to the ground hiding her face in tears as he continued on.

“You destroyed me when you left. You don’t get to pretend like everything is okay. It’s been three years, Ceto. THREE YEARS!”

Ceto just set there on the deck of her ship in slience as the tears flowed she didn't know what to say, she hadn't wanted to leave. She just had to get away from her mother, but would he believe her. She couldn't see why he would, but it was her only hope of restoring what was there.

"I'm sorry.."

She mumbled out softly she wanted to tell him everything open her heart to him, but she was scared he would tear what trust she had left in the world to pieces. He had been the only person Ceto had purely trusted in this world, she remembered the countless times he saved her from the filth that was this city and she remember the times when his fist wasn't enough and her silver tongue came into place.

“You ripped out my heart, Ceto. I trusted you and then you just got up and left. You didn’t tell me anything. No answers. No goodbye, no reason why, you just left unanswered questions and a gaping hole.”

"I left a note Roy. I didn't want to hur-"

Ceto had been cut off as she stood up and faced him, she could feel his anger. The anger and tension seemed to choke her, she wouldn't have been ready for this even if she had been sober. That is part of the reason she had lied to him she did miss him, but she was to afraid to confront him for this vary reason. She was scared he would reject her and everything they had or could have had would be gone.

“Tell me why. I don’t want to hear any more excuses. Tell me why you left. Tell me why you didn’t warn me you were leaving. I just want to know why.”

The tone of his voice bit into her heart like icy daggers, it sounded almost as if he didn't care for her when he had spoke those words. It felt as if his heart was closed to her. She couldn't help but think there might be another woman, it had been three years but if she started accusing him of being with another that wouldn't resolve the conflict. Even though just the thought of him with another hurt her, it had been three years and she had been the one that had left so she couldn't blame him. In a soft tone filled with truth she spoke.

"Roy, I didn't want to leave. I had to if there had been any other way I would have stayed, my mother is not the best. She was trying to make me do things....I didn't want to do them Roy. I just wanted to be with you, but I couldn't resist my mother if I was here. Things just got so complicated and so fast...I had to run..."

She looked down at the ground the tears on her cheek had stopped but not because she wasn't upset or sad anymore, but for the simple fact she had no more tears left. Ceto looked back up at him and continued after her short pause as she slowly walked towards him.

"I love you Roy, I never wanted to leave and I didn't want to leave the way I did, but she was on to me. I had only a short window to steal her boat, I had planned for us to run away together, but I was afraid that...you would choose your parents over me. There wasn't enough time.....Roy..please trust me....I meant none of this to happen...I love you.....Please forgive me."

Ceto approached him and attempted to place her hand in his, she really wanted to hold his hand. To feel connected, he had always been strong where she had been weak. She had gotten stronger and learned to shut people out, but he would always hit the tender spot in her heart. He was her first love and as they had grown up together she was sure he would be her only. She looked at the only man that held her heart her ocean blue eyes a raging torrent of emotion as she gazed over him. Every ounce of her wishing he would just hold her and tell her everything was ok, she wanted to here those words come from his lips.

[Roy Kingsfield]

Day 47 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

Roy stood on the deck of the sea-fared ship, spine rigid as he decided whether or not he wanted to listen to her explanation. The anger that churned within his stomach demanded that he shut her out, ignore whatever excuses she concocted.


The other side gently insisted that he listen to what she had to say before making any rash decisions. He was more inclined to the former but knew the latter was the wisest course of action. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the raging storm that engulfed his mind.


Listen to what she has to say. Maybe she had good reason for what she did.


Bahh, good reason? Please…she left you. Turn your back and leave her. She needs to see what it feels like.


Roy shut out both of the voices and focused on the woman that had captivated his heart so long ago. Tears streamed down her face, her ocean blue eyes glimmering in the emerging moonlight. Her lush brown hair blew gently in the wind, framing her face.


She looks just as I remember. Older. But just as beautiful. Why did you have to leave, Cee? Why?


He was afraid to reminisce too much, he wasn’t sure he could keep the pain from turning into tears and tearing him apart. He was barely able to keep it together at the moment. Much less thinking about old memories. He didn’t know what he was going to do.


Her words, her explanation, slowly thawed out the ice he worked so hard to incase his heart in. He was unprepared for her answer to her absence.


Her mother was pretty awful. Being a whore in one of the brothels, I can see why she left. Trying to force her into taking the lifestyle that she led. Doesn’t make it right, but I can understand why she would do something like that. My parents are the same.


Roy finally having an answer after years of what if scenarios and wondering what happened, was able to have closure. He didn’t realize what a burden it had put on him. But having answers, they seemed to lift a portion of that weight from his shoulders. It was a relief.


He whispered hoarsely, emotions threatening to break free, “You didn’t even give me a chance to choose. You made the choice for me.”


Her fingers slowly entwined with his, her delicate touch sending chills up his neck. Her eyes probed, searching for something in his. He had so many questions, so many hurts. So much time had passed, he didn’t even know what he felt towards her anymore. Anger? Hate? Passion? Love? It was all too much for him to process, so he did the only thing that he could think of.


He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.