Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

The Flight of The Nightingale

Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long.
The spring is upon us, follow my only song.
Settle down with me by the fire of my yearning.
You should come back home, back on your own now.

The world is alive now, in and outside our home.
You run through the forest, settle before the sun.
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me.
You should come back home, back on your own now.

In the evening light, when the woman of the woods came by,
To give to you the word of the old man.
In the morning tide, when the sparrow and the seagull fly,
And Jonathan and Evelyn get tired.

Lie to me if you will,
At the top of Beringer Hill.
Tell me anything you want,
Any old lie will do.
Call me back to...
Back to you.

"Ragged Wood" - Fleet Foxes

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Seonghwa and I made it to the kitchen without interruption, which I was quite thankful for. The last thing I wanted right now was chaos. To my shock, the room was entirely empty when we arrived, though after a moment of consideration I realized it wasn't actually all that surprising. Surely I wasn't the only one hungover from the previous night's festivities.

It wasn't until after Seonghwa sat me down and had begun cooking for me that people began to straggle in, lulled no doubt, by the tantalizing scent of frying fish, eggs, and warm rice. The siren song of fresh food wafted in nearly visible tendrils, that beckoned groggy sailors in one by one. Some ambled in on wobbling legs to hobble to the nearest chair, others barely stumbled onto stools, and some just slid down the oak walls of the kitchen to sit with their heads in their hands.

"Aish... What a sorry lot you all are," Seonghwa grumbled lowly, tossing another half dozen eggs into a frying pan. Glancing up from his work as ever more hungover Vultures waddled in, his mouth pulled into a slight frown. "Yah! I'm not cooking for all of you, arasseo?"

"Ne, hyung-nim!" A few voices rang out from around the room, causing Seonghwa to snort softly as he stirred the eggs. I knew just by looking at him that he would, in fact, be cooking for each and every one of them, what with the way he was already slapping down fresh cuts of fish into the pan with a gentle expression on his face.

"You are all incredibly lucky I'm in a giving mood this afternoon, hmm?" The Raven spoke mostly to himself as he carried on preparing breakfast, or rather more like brunch at that hour. I watched him for a time, eyes lingering on his hands as he expertly executed his task. There was something so charming about the way he effortlessly chopped, flipped, cut, and portioned out food.

"Ugh..." My acute observation of Seonghwa's cooking was interrupted by a sorry sounding grunt to my left, as San pulled out a chair beside me. The Starling all but threw himself into the seat, his head immediately resting in his palms as his elbows met the tabletop. "Why did you let me drink so much, Gale?"

"Please, Starling, let's be honest with ourselves." I glanced up to Yeosang as he pulled out a seat of his own next to San, resting effortlessly upon it, not a single hair out of place. "You did this entirely to yourself."

"Yeah, well you wouldn't give me any hangover remedy," San whined, pointing an accusatory finger toward The Caladrius, who simply smiled brightly in return. I watched the two of them in amused silence.

"I told you last time you did this to yourself that I wasn't going to, didn't I?" Yeosang lifted and dropped his shoulders in an easy, innocent shrug. "What were your exact words, again?" He paused, tapping his chin with a slender index finger. "'I'm never going to drink again, Yeosangie. I promise I've learned my lesson! Please just give me the foul concoction!' Did I get that right?" Yeosang paused, tilting his head before lifting his finger from his chin to loft in the air next to his face. "Ah! I forgot the part where you cried for ten minutes after drinking said 'foul concoction'."