Lost, your highness?

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Ports were way-stations between the endless expanses of the ocean—like slipping into bed at night, only to dive back into the roar of life at the first sign of morning.

Mauvin wasn’t great lover of harbours. If it were up to him, he’d never set foot on solid ground at all. But necessity was necessity. Just a couple days, and then—back to the open sea, back to breathing freedom, back to weeks without sight of the shore.

There was more unpredictability in port than at water. You had to stay sharp—always. Who knew what whims might seize the High Ones at any moment?

For example, the bastard emperor’s child standing on the deck of his beloved Cassiopeia.

cw: violence, mentions of death, grief, other heavy things

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.·:* ̈༺ Mauvin’s playlist! ༻ ̈*:·.

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I got a liiiittle carried away, but working on him was so much fun! I’ve never thought I could get into something deeper than “sad twink with mommy issues” but here we are. That’s something that is way out of my comfort zone, so I would reeeeally appreciate if you leave a comment 🫶⛵️

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Was heavily inspired by dawwwg’s work

(Кракен супер кринж никнейм но как же меня качает та стремная песня с рекламой драгстора... асу максимально)