Not · Safe · For · Gen

     On the outside, Darren is a man of steel--well, of iron, because steel was not know at this point in history. He is always ready to give a hand to those who need it. There is not one person in the island that is more charismatic, more charitable, more liked, more respected than Darren Crevalle . That's why Erie likes him. Damn, that's why everyone likes him. He's very easy on the eyes too, if you know what I mean.       On the inside, however, that's where the darkness hides. Darren of Saltscourge is liked by everyone. Everyone but Darren. He's not strong, he's weak. He's not confident, he's lost. He's not satisfied, he's ashamed. But why?       What made him be this way? He'll never be enough

    Erie wanted Darren, and she wasn't afraid to speak her truth. There was nothing so sweet as her shy smile, her honey-colored eyes, her soft, melodic voice. In that moment, Darren thought she was so gentle, so beautiful. She offered him food, and comfort, and treated him with kindness, so he humbled before her and followed her lead.       They helped each other out, just like she wanted. And more than just that day.  It became a regular thing, this secret rendezvous in the kitchen at the governor's fort. They were very careful not to be discovered. Not to let it show. Still, like I said, the rumor spread. Erie and Crevalle were having an affair.       I wonder if the governor knew. Darren will do anything you say

     There's this rumor that one day Erie saw Darren in the market and smiled at him. She knows him, obviously, and she likes him a lot. He is the kind of guy that always helps, so he finished eating his rose apple, smiled back at her, approached her, and helped her carry all her things back to the kitchen at the governor's fort, where she works.      Once they got there, she offered him some food, as a thank you, and after Darren had finished eating, well, she asked something else of him.      They were both very lonely. The New World is harsh. It's also too hot, too sunny, and Tars are meant for rain and cold. They could help each other out--that's how Erie put it. And in that given moment, Darren couldn't agree more. Erie wants Darren. So fucking much