ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𖦹 🕯️🌊
‹𝟹 「ᴋᴀᴢ ʙʀᴇᴋᴋᴇʀ 」
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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 - eulalie winterrose is determined to find out who killed her sister and make it out alive.
"𝘰𝘩, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵...
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chapter seven /salt and sorrow ❛ 'till the bone crush. ❜
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Eulalie squinted and shielded her eyes from the sun as the boat glided into the harbor below Hiraeth. It was almost never sunny in her part of the Wandering Isle, but the warmth of the sun felt comforting, though foreign. She rocked her weight forward onto her toes in motion, with the boat gently colliding with the dock. The familiar tinge of sea salt hung in the air. Home.
Eulalie glanced over her shoulder at her sister. Cecily was scowling as she broke away from a seemingly uncomfortable conversation with Inej. The hint of a smile pressed on Eulalie's cheeks.
Cecily caught sight of her sister and rushed over, returning with a brief smile. The wind seemed to paint touches of life on Cecily's face. She looked like Maeve for a moment. Eulalie could almost read her sister's mind, calculating what Cecily might say to her. More often than not, it was something nihilistic.
And Eulalie, like always, was correct.
"Papa is going to have a fit when we return with not one, not two, but six criminals to work as detectives for crimes that probably weren't committed," Cecily said, soft enough for only Eulalie to hear.
Eulalie rolled her eyes. "Would you just trust me for once? I know what I'm doing."
"Do you? Or are you too stubborn to admit that this is stupid?" Cecily asked. She scrunched her eyebrows.
"Cecily, I am a lot of things. Stupid is not one of them," Eulalie calmly shot back. "Now get your shit together before we drag these delinquents home."
"Bitch," Cecily hissed as she turned away from Eulalie.
Eulalie spotted the boat's tether ropes and picked them up. She tossed them onto the dock. As she started wrapping the thick, scratching rope around the post, Eulalie's hands began to burn from the abrasion. She wished she hadn't run Cecily away from her. She didn't want to ask any of the others to help her. A docksman pulled the rope out of her hands.
"Struggling there, Miss?" the docksman asked.
Eulalie looked up at the older gentleman and chuckled lightly. "Only a little."
