Saint

by Adrienne Young

The clouds were rolling toward us like a flood of smoke. But the sound that cut through the air wasn’t wind. The ship rumbled with the vibration of it. And every second, it grew louder. It wasn’t clouds. It was water. “Brace!” The word tore from Saint’s throat again and his arms came around me, driving us backward toward the main mast. He pinned me against it, crushing his weight into me, and the sound of the sea towering over us turned into a sickening growl. It was seconds from crashing down. His face was so close that his cheek brushed mine as he wrapped his fists into the lines behind me. I was wedged tightly between his body and the mast. He looked me in the eye. “Breathe.” The word was soft. He curled himself around me, and I frantically gulped in a chest full of air before the squall broke over the ship. And then we were gone. The world turned black, the crush of the water scraping over the Riven and trying to peel us from the deck. I held on to Saint as it pried at my hands. Pulled my feet from beneath me. The world tipped and turned as the cascade washed over the ship and I buried my face in his chest, my eyes pinched closed.

imma fucking SIMP, please ruin me sir…