The Proper Role-Play

I lean against Smighter "It's hard growing up on your own, knowing a clan name was changed Because of me. And killing my parents... Seeing the past is just a curse I must deal with..." I murmur.
 
"I... I think I know what you mean." I whisper. "I'm starting to remember the past... The blanks in between... But... Knowing I may have killed off all the others.." I mumble something inchoreherent.. "After I crashed... I landed in the sea.. The place I lived was a weird one, before I came here.. It was of elements, the sea came up near the desert, the mountains in between the desert and forests.. All I remember.. Is waking up in a beach. I think there will be more to come.. But.." A tear falls down my cheek, the first of many.. "Seeing my friends and parents brutally in front of you.. Then having to build up the town when you were young.. It broke me.."
 
I kiss your forehead and go back below decks, teArs subsiding. I then write something down in my notes. Then go back to sketching blueprints.
 
I sigh. "Think of the most pleasurable thing you can... Keep that in your mind. Slowly go to sleep. It will, most likely.. Help." I say as I walk over to you and kneel by the bedside.
 
I stay by the bedside, not sleeping. Making sure you don't wake up again. I sigh and resist the urge to kiss you while you're sleeping. Instead I pull up a chair and, again, start sketching.
 
I look up at you every once in a while, making sure you're asleep. Each time I look up the feeling inside me builds until I can almost keep it in no longer. I slowly open the door, trying to keep myself calm by having a walk on deck, circling the space twice before I return to the cabin.
 
I walk into the orb as Lonestar said, bringing in some toiletries and my knife, necklace, and a spear with engravings of Russian Werewolf past.
I look around the orb, the soft pulsing cyan light mesmerizing me.
"Ready when you are," I say, nodding at Lonestar.
 
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