Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

Superposition

I don't believe in fate,
Nor psychic vision,
But when things fall into place,
Superposition.
In any universe, you are my dark star.

I want you to want me,
Why don't we rely on chemistry?
Why don't we collide the spaces that divide us?
I want you to want me.

Superstition aims with imprecision,
But when things can't be explained, 
Superposition.
In any universe, you are my dark star.

No matter what we do,
I'll be there with you.

I want you to want me,
Why don't we rely on chemistry?
Why don't we collide the spaces that divide us?
I want you to want me.

"Superposition" - Young the Giant

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When San pushed the door open to allow me into his room, the first thing I noticed was the scent wafting from it. Earthy scents of warm spice and sage billowed out of his room, curling like imaginary tendrils that coiled underneath my nostrils in a beckoning attempt to lure me inside.

"Please, come in." San took a few steps into the room after crossing the threshold, turning to hold open the door for me with a calm expression. "I promise I don't bite."

"Wh--" I blinked up at The Starling, puffing out my cheeks before making my way into the room proper. For a moment I wondered idly if I would entirely mind if he did bite me, but I pushed away the thought before it had the chance to lead to other, more dangerous ones. "Don't be weird."

"We're all weird, Miss. Or, haven't you noticed?" San chuckled softly, quietly shutting the door behind me as I took in the layout of the room.

The earthy scent was much stronger inside, but not so strong that it suffocated me. I found it quite calming, actually. I realized after a few moments that it smelled like San. Or, perhaps it would be better said that he smelled like his room. Looking ahead of me, I spotted the source of the tranquil scent.

In the center of the room was a low laying table, just high enough off the ground to fit your legs underneath it if you sat on the floor. In the center of the dark oak table, sitting just atop a royal purple tablecloth, laid a small, black bowl with sand weighing it down. Sitting in the center of the round bowl was a stick of burning incense, which had burned nearly all the way out, leaving only the last vestiges of the stick remaining to waft puffs of fragrant smoke.

"No, no. I certainly noticed that." I snorted softly, turning my head to take in the rest of the room quickly, realizing it seemed to be about the same size and layout of my own.

To the left of the door, immediately after entering the room, there was a oak desk that faced the wall. Atop the small desk lay blocks of wood, discarded shavings, and a small knife wrapped in a dark purple cord. I gathered wood whittling have been one of his hobbies in his free time. To the right of the desk was a small bookcase filled to the brim with leatherbound books of varying thicknesses.

On the far left side of the room, tucked neatly into the corner just under a large porthole, sat a large, dark purple cushion adorned with various black throw pillows and blankets. The texture of the rounded cushion seemed to be smooth, and I figured it to be made of some sort of silk. I realized that must have been what San used for a bed, because I could not see any other place to sleep in the room.

On the far right of the room lay the door to his washroom, upon which hung some sort of artwork. The long, scroll like art depicted a black and white scene of a bird flying over a mountain. To the immediate right of the door was a dresser, which was lined with various bits and bobbles. I figured them to be keepsakes of The Starling's, but I didn't linger on them for too long. I noticed the lack of any type of mirror in the room as I continued my survey.