Innon
The Sailor Who Anchored a Storm
I held the storm in my arms and called it home.
The sea made me, but love broke me. I loved a woman carved by the Fulcrum, bent by the world, burning with power no one understood. I gave her the quiet between waves, the weight of a hand in mine. We built a life that wasn’t allowed. And I held it all together, until I couldn’t.
What I'm Into: salt on the breeze, net-mending, Nassun’s laughter, steady hands, small, stolen mornings
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