CAPTAIN TEAGUE For Calypso !

🪐 — CAPTAIN TEAGUE   for  calypso !

Tia Dalma’s laughter always gave him pause. There was an ominousness to it as if she was amused by a secret joke rather than anything you had said. Teague grunted in response as he walked over to a corner of the shack adorned with colourful bottles filled with what were surely very expensive potions of questionable usefulness. He had never claimed to be above their laws. They simply weren’t his. Still refusing to look at her, Teague picked up a small, rectangular bottle that was half filled with thick crimson liquid. “ Too late for that, then. I’ve already accepted the position. ” The decision still weighed heavily on him. He hadn’t even wanted the bloody thing but with Jack being so young it was the best option. He shrugged as if trying to throw off some of the exhaustion from the past few days, “ someone has to keep the brethren in line. ”

    SHE COULD REMEMBER  when teague had been a young man himself.  but like all men, he had grown up in spite of his best efforts.  responsibility, it seemed, could turn mortals old faster than time alone could.  ❝ &  you believe yourself to be the right person to do such a thing, do you ? ❞  the room is crowded with items, yet she moves to his side without jostling anything, well used to the way her body moves through limited space of her shack.  ❝ you say you wish to be the one who upholds the brethren’s so-called code.  but why ?  is it because you have such trouble following rules yourself — ❞  her fingers pluck the bottle from his hands  &  place it back on the shelf with a soft but decisive tap,  dark eyes glaring pointedly up at him.  ❝  —  & so your solution is to place yourself in a position above them ? ❞  teague is among the most difficult men she has met ( &  she has met more than a few in her time ), but something in the way he avoids her gaze now makes the goddess curious, her head tilting slightly to one side.  ❝ or perhaps you don’t actually want the position at all; don’t tell me that even the fearsome captain teague has now found himself bending to the will of others expectations. ❞ 

🪐 — LASZLO CRAVENSWORTH​  for  nadja !

     NOT ALL CORPSES REANIMATE; SOME SIMPLY WITHER AWAY. Only the strongest of mortals were fit to endure the process. Your will to live is strong, his chest puffed out in pride at the compliment. “ Of course, it is, my dark mistress, ” he said as he needlessly smoothed the front of his nightshirt, now soaked with three days of sweat and sickness. The past few nights had been a blur of nightmarish fever, yet he remembered her clearly. This stranger whom he barely knew had cared for him. Now he was well. More than well, in fact. Despite his exhaustion, there was a sense of renewal. It was as if a thick fog had finally cleared. Sounds were sharper. Colours were brighter. He was reborn.  

     “ I dare say I’ve never felt better. ” He leaned against his elbow as he soaked in her exquisite beauty. She was more beautiful now than she had been when he invited her through his window, if that were possible.  He opened his mouth to address her once more only to realize that he did not know her name- between her fucking him into oblivion and then sucking him dry there really hadn’t been time for pesky introductions. “ What might I call you, my darling. ”

   HIS ETERNAL LIFE  had been bestowed on a whim in the throes of their passion.  &  in truth, nadja hadn’t really thought the man would make it through that first night. she’d certainly made a mess of his throat while taking her pleasure ( though luckily the head had remained attached this time ),  &  she had half expected the blood loss to be insurmountable for his weak mortal heart, the wound too wide to heal before her venom made the changes necessary to keep him alive.  &  yet something within had called upon her to stay  &  watch, needing to know for sure.                             that first night, the wound on his neck had shrunken to a slim puckered line as he lie wracked with fevers  &  sweats, his body purging all traces of mortality. by the second night, nadja had been amazed to see that not a trace of her fangs remained on his throat. yet he lingered in delirium for another night longer.  &  still, she waited.  the change from mortal to undead was not pleasant, she knew from her own experience.  she had been left on her own for hers, forced to hide to learn to survive alone  —  &  for some unknown reason, nadja had found herself unable to leave his side through his, unwilling to condemn this man she barely knew to that same fate.  instead she had remained at his side, though there was little she could do to soothe his discomfort. it was the fourth night that he fell silent for a beat, only to lean up from the bed  &  speak clearly at last, his eyes clear again.       ❝ actually, dark mistress will suffice for now  —  i quite like the sound of that, ❞  she all but purrs her response.  though her heart has not beaten in centuries, nadja is certain that were it able to, it would be fluttering madly at the note of sincerity in his voice.  &  moving so quickly that mortal eyes would perceive her only in a blur, nadja crosses to the man’s bedside.  though the putrid smell of sick still clings to his sweaty clothes, beneath that there is no warm  &  tempting scent of living blood.  &  a hand extends to tilt his chin up  &  tuck two fingers just beneath, checking for any whisper of a pulse.  but it’s still, his heart as silent as her own.  he is finally dead.  ❝ &  you, my great  &  powerful bull ?  what is your name ? ❞

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH​  for  stede !

a pitiful scoff and a low grumble later,   edward complies,  brought to stillness under the touch of stede’s hand.  and it’s a damn miracle,  or near to it,  to witness such lack of movement from him  —  edward teach moves with the wind,  just like the waves now gently rolling against the hull,  and shifts like a storm even in slumber.  there’s none of that now,  while stede wipes away the mess of dried tears and smudged black paint sticking to his skin.  then a flash of gold burns at the corner of his vision,  followed by the glimpse of a wrist and edward turns his head towards it before he can stop himself.  sure,  stede had been close earlier,  when he had pressed himself almost flat to the man,  but this is different.  this sends his heart into a mad gallop,  breath halting in his chest before he has the chance to draw it out.  now that the ugly affair of crying their eyes out has ceased,  edward finally has the presence of mind to notice what he’s missed before,  what he has been missing for weeks on end:  the colour of stede’s eyes,  that gut wrenching stede-like way he has of looking at him,  like he is someone deserving of tenderness and careful touches and such alien things.  the nice stuff.  everything he has been denied for so long.  stede fucking bonnet indeed,  coming back here without even having the decency of meeting his anguished anger on equal grounds.  the mad rogue. when stede proclaims this cleaning thing done with,  voice low and gentle,  edward can’t help himself any longer,  pressing close instead of drawing away like he was meant to  —  still seated on the ground,  he wounds an arm around stede’s waist,  then rests his head against his chest with none of the desperate urgency of earlier.   ‘  you came back.  ’   he sighs,  relief and exhaustion both warring through him,  causing his body to nearly sag against the other.  for now,  until he drags his feet out there to face the crew,  this is all that matters.  all he can think of.  the rest, along with the consequences of his own actions, can wait. '  your shirt’s proper fucked.  ’   a fit of sleep deprived lunacy has his shoulders shake with barely stifled laughter,  before edward has the sense to regain some clarity.   '  oh,  right.  your auxiliary wardrobe hasn't—  everything’s still there.  summer linens and all the rest.  ’   those,  at least,  he spared from being tossed into the ocean,  refusing to let anyone beyond that secret door of his,  not even uttering a word about it. 

    IT TAKES SOME TIME  to remove the all kohl from his face, but edward is patient  &  still under the gentle touches. &  when his skin is finally clean again, stede braces himself for the inevitable absence that will come.  ed is going to leave now,  &  stede is prepared to let him.  that is what he wants, after all  —  some space between them to gather his throughts.  so he’s surprised when the other man leans against him instead, head tucked against stede’s chest  &  a strong arm curled around his waist.  &  it’s second nature to pull edward closer, welcoming him into another embrace, arms looping around his shoulders, right hand stroking comfortingly through his long dark hair.                        ❝ of course i came back —  i’m only sorry that i left you in the first place.  i’ll never leave you again, darling, i swear it. ❞  the words call to mind a day not so long ago, when stede had thought himself abandoned, only for edward to return just in time to save his life.  but it was clear that his own timing was not yet as finely honed as the other man’s  —  &  stede’s hesitation had resulted in undeniable damage not only to edward, but to the crew as well.  he could only hope that he was not too late to heal some of the hurt he had caused with his cowardice.        &  at the mention of his ruined shirt, stede cannot help but chuckle.  ❝ it’s alright, ed, really.  don’t even concern yourself with it.  after all, it’s just a bit of fabric, right ?  easily replaced. ❞  as if such a silly thing even mattered at all to him anymore.  since he had given up his wealth in its entirety to mary  &  the children, the fine silks  &  linens he had donned all his life seemed to hardly suit him.  he was no longer a man of means, but a filthy pirate, just like the rest of his crew.  in his absence, edward appeared to have gotten rid of most of the furniture, books,  &  clothing that had previously filled his luxurious cabin  —  save for a familiar fuchsia robe he spied thrown over the bed like a blanket, that is.  but at the thought of his auxiliary wardrobe remaining untouched throughout the tirade of destruction, stede feels a tightness in his chest. edward had been the only one he had ever shown that room.  &  to hear that he had protected that particular secret even after being abandoned by him, stede finds he is strangely touched at the kindness of the gesture.  ❝  well, that’s  —  that’s very kind of you.  thank you.  i’m sure that will be more than enough.  &  i would really like to put on something clean. ❞  after all, he had spent days on end in a rowboat trying to catch up to the revenge,  &  the shirt he was wearing had long ago become soiled  &  stained with sweat.

You've seen life through DISTORTED EYES. You know you had to learn. The execution of your mind, you really had to turn. The race is RUN, the book is READ, the end begins to SHOW. The truth is out, the lies are old, but you don't want to know. The people who have crippled you. YOU WANT TO SEE THEM BURN. The gates of LIFE have closed on you, and now there's just no return. You're wishing that the HANDS OF DOOM could take your mind away. And you don't care if you don't see again, the light of day. DOC / BLOG / C. REBUILT BY FRANKENSTEIN.

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● grace hanson   —   with  birdie,  who would definitely be one of frankie’s artist friends,  or with  kariana  who could be someone she knows in the business / finance world !

● wolfgang bogdanow  —   he can try to relieve  katiana  of some of her father’s wealth,  or i could bring  izzy  into a modern / organized crime verse to work either with or against him.

● amy march  —   she should meet  margaery  in her historical verse !  or maybe it would be fun to have her meet  stede  in his dandy era for a more comedic pairing.

● arwen  —  wizard  howl  is literally begging for a lotr au,  &  i think he would be very much interested in meeting her !

● eomer  —  i can’t really explain it, but i really think he should meet  nymeria.  i could put her in a lotr au, or you could drag eomer to asoiaf, either way would work well !

● marianne sheridan  —  i think marianne needs to meet  birdie,  as a treat.  &  i think she would also really like both  sarah  &  rae !  lady friends for marianne ?  i think yes. 

● wylla manderly  —  ok but ocean goddess wylla needs to meet ocean goddess  calypso,  just for fun.  also hook her up with  nymeria  somehow some way, please !

● ally liu —  i need ally to meet  rae  like, stat.  &  i don’t even have info up for this muse yet, but i think she would really love  ola  !  

● eddie young  —  i am very curious what eddie would make of both  giovanni  &  brian,  so it might be nice to toss him in with my band boys at some point ?