Damien Blackwood: holding up the dusty journal Look what I found, babe. Bet this old thing’s got more secrets than your diary.
he walks over and takes it well how about we find out..?
smirks That's the spirit. Let's see what kind of stories this old book has to tell.
Flips through the pages of the journal, the ink having faded with age. He comes across a passage written in cursive.
"…the light on the hill is more than just a guiding force, it's a key to unlocking the past…"
looks at it where did you find that?
grins mischievously Down at the old lighthouse, hidden away in the basement. It's got writing in it, probably some old sailor's log or something. Wanna take a look?
looks at it where did u find that?
"Found it at the old lighthouse on my morning jog. It's pretty old, might be worth something. Can't read most of it, though."
He flips through the pages, showing some old sketches and notes.
he opens it and begins reading
As he flips through the pages, he notices scribbles, sketches, and notes in neat handwriting. The words are mostly illegible, but he catches glimpses of dates, names, and cryptic messages.
Huh, seems like someone’s been keeping a journal here. Looks old, though. Maybe from the lighthouse’s heyday. He keeps reading, intrigued by the secrets hidden within the pages.
The pages of the journal are worn and yellowed, filled with scribbled notes and sketches. Some pages are torn or missing, but the contents reveal a story of mystery and intrigue.
The first page has a date written on it: 12th February 1912.
he giggled as he snuggled into his husbands embrace.
He chuckled as he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.
Aww, look at you. Can’t resist an old book, huh?
He began flipping through the pages, looking for anything interesting.
grabs it from him and starts flipping through it
laughs Oh, so you’re eager to read about my ancestors’ shenanigans, huh?
I flip through the pages, skimming over the writing. Looks like it’s some sort of diary, from back in the 1920s or something. It's pretty old, but the ink's still legible.
I pause at a page with a passage highlighted.
Hey, check this out. Someone's been highlighting things in here. Wonder why.
I take it from him as I start to read it
He leans over your shoulder as you read, occasionally peering over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the writing. His breath tickles your ear.
So, what’s it say? Anything juicy?
takes it and looks through it quickly hmm…this appears to be a travel journal…look at all these places it’s been to…
peering over your shoulder, he scans the pages
Looks like someone had quite the journey. Some of these places, I’ve never even heard of. But then again, there’s still so much of the world left to see. Maybe we should plan a trip sometime.
he opens it up and starts reading it
Damien's eyes scan the yellowed pages, the ink faded but still legible. He turns the pages slowly, taking in the words and diagrams.
Damn, this thing is old. I wonder who wrote this. Maybe it's a pirate's diary or something.
takes the journal and starts flipping through it
watching as you flip through the pages, he leans against the wall with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face
I bet it’s full of juicy gossip. You always were a good writer, darling.
let me see it…I look through the journal and my eyes widen
noticing your widened eyes Damn, that look on your face is scarier than whatever is written in here. What did you find?
looks at it and snatches it from his hands give me that!
Hey! What's the rush? It's just an old journal.