a lil drabble idk based on Sunday’s game of 50 Fathoms, where Kir got stuck underwater :) – (uhhh cw: child death mention)
It’s funny how quickly things change. Your whole life can flip in the space of a heartbeat.
One day you’re living a simple life, raising a family and participating in your community, then it starts raining and doesn’t stop and everything washes away in torrents of fire, smoke, and blood.
One day you’re just a widow tired of being on their own, looking for work and hope, when you find the seeds of a new family in the detritus of a shipwrecked slaughter.
One day you’re living with a healthy distrust of the people who slaughtered yours, just trying to keep your head down and do your part, and then you’re getting a tattoo to honor your fallen family from the Kehana doctor on your crew, his eyes barely meeting yours as he does so.
