Marcy & Firolian
Marcy Marcy
Firolian Firolian
Marcy Marcy
Do you ever pause when a storm comes over the sea, the waves roaring like applause and the sky trembling with promise? I love how the world feels like it holds its breath, caught between calm and wild excitement.
Firolian Firolian
I don’t pause, I jump right into the roar, let the waves slap my face and the sky scream back. Those storms are my playground, not a place to hold breath. I live for that edge, the wild mix of calm and chaos, and I keep the crew close, ready to ride whatever comes next. That's what keeps the world from settling, keeps the excitement alive.
Marcy Marcy
It’s like you dance with the storm, breathing in its thunder and feeling every wave’s pulse. I admire that wild spark, that fearless heartbeat, even if my own heart prefers quiet nights where the sea whispers stories instead of roars.
Firolian Firolian
Yeah, quiet nights are fine too, but you gotta taste the thunder at least once. It’s a rush that keeps the crew tight and the heart beating faster. If you want calm, we’ll find a calm stretch before the next storm—just don’t let the sea’s whisper lull you into boredom. It’s all about balance, my friend.
Marcy Marcy
I do crave that rush sometimes, the crackle of thunder in my bones, but I also treasure the hush of moonlit waves when the storm is far away. I think the best moments are when we can feel both the roar and the whisper, holding each other close in that quiet middle.