Potc Meme: [4/5] Characters Tia Dalma

potc meme: [4/5] characters ☠ tia dalma

there’s an evil on these seas that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH​.

the huff of breath he lets out is rough and unsteady.   it was meant to be a laugh,  but it got swallowed somewhere down the road,  replaced by a wave of relief so strong edward fears he might be sick from it,  nausea rolling in the pit of his stomach like it’s trying to tear it to shreds.  his own injuries never leave him so stretched thin,  he never lets himself wonder what could happen if his so called luck runs out,  but in the past few minutes his thoughts have been drowned by an endless stream of what ifs.  one more gut wrenching than the last,  of course.  but he is not allowed to spiral further,  thankfully,  anchored to the present as he is by that hand wrapped around his arm  —  yes,  he’s alright.  they both are.  edward holds on that certainty,  closing his eyes for a second or two.  when he tries again his breath comes out much less tortured and if he drops his head to rest it against the other man’s forehead..  well,  it’s been one hell of a day,  alright?  he lets go of him soon enough,  though,  mind finally brought back to the matter at hand:  a bleeding wound and a first aid kit that hasn’t been opened yet. 

❛  you’re not going to die on my account,  you hear me?  won’t let you.  i’ll piss you off back to life or somethin’.  ❜   he goes through the motions in silence,  then.  the steps familiar as well as the sight and smell of blood.  there’s no salvaging the already half perished couch,  but at least the wound is now clean and tightly wrapped up in gauze and bandages,  so edward rises to his feet only to drop on the couch next to izzy,  on his good side.  he winces a bit,  his shoulder dimly protesting against the rough movement,  but that’s not what makes heat creep into his voice.   ❛  where’s jack?  he was supposed to be here.  ❜   a thought,  lightning quick,  lances through his brain and he slants a furrowed glance izzy’s way.   ❛  d'you think he could’ve had something to do with this?  he’s been so fucking grouchy lately.  ❜   and as much as a part of him wants to say nahh,  because they’re friends,  part of him knows exactly why he has never been stupid enough to fully trust jack.  not like he trusts izzy.  not by a long shot. 

        A MERE MOMENT IN HEAVEN will always be worth every long day that izzy spends clawing through hell to get there.  &  as edward touches his forehead to his own, eyes pressed together as his breath steadies, izzy goes lightheaded at his sudden proximity to the divine. where before, everything had been sharp  &  clear  &  crystalline, now his vision goes fuzzy at the edges, his own breath coming in deep desperate gasps. the injury at his arm is entirely forgotten, all the pain overtaken by the heat that ripples out from every tiny point of contact where his skin touches edward’s. izzy can feel his breath on his face, &  his eyes are blown wide as his gaze traces the shape of his lips.  &  then it’s over, far too soon. his breath stutters unevenly when edward pulls away to tend his open wound. ❝ oh shut up, i’m not going to fuckin’ die, ❞ he attempts to cover his unsteadiness with a scoff, though he winces when the gauze tightens over the open wound. yet the pain clears his head, pulls the world back into focus despite edward’s fingers pressing the bandage down until it sticks.                                                 &  then everything is normal again, just as it was before. his arm still hurts, but it’s an absent ache. the kind he can easily ignore. edward sprawls down on the stained couch beside him.  &  at his words, izzy thinks for the first time not about the knife but about who had been wielding it  —  &  who had sent them. clearly, izzy had not been their intended target. the thought makes his eyes tighten at the corners, his gaze sweeping the small room to be certain that they’re alone, that no further threats linger waiting in the shadows to take edward by surprise. ❝ i don’t know, ❞  he admits, calling to mind the face of the man who had lunged at him. it wasn’t familiar,  &  izzy had no way of knowing if he was somehow significant, or just some hired knife off the street. ❝ i don’t think he would do that  — not to you, at least. ❞  how anyone could betray a man like edward was entirely beyond izzy’s reasoning, but clearly someone had it in their mind to harm him. ❝ but you know him better than i do. ❞ frankly, the reasoning wasn’t all that important; if someone wanted to get to edward, they would have to get through izzy, first. ❝ you think we should pay him a visit ? go ask him about it in person ? ❞ 

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH ☠ ↪ Izzy Hands vs. everyone

― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH.

@musecraft  (   as stede  ) sent ' training ' to:  pin edward against the wall during a sparring match.

❛  ow.  ❜   a startled breath is wrenched out of him,  followed suit by a laugh.  stede has him pinned against the mast,  a victorious grin spreading all over his face and edward feels lucid thought slip away from him.  he thinks he wouldn't mind losing to him like this,  little does it matter that he could easily swap their positions,  especially since stede has lowered his sword to press an arm against his chest.  truth is:  he got distracted,  lost the pace of their sparring lesson when moonlight caught stede's hair and shoulders just right,  allowing stede to disarm him.  not that edward is complaining,  far from it.  it's only a few seconds later that he looses his last shreds of sanity  —  with stede's lips brushing against his ear and a question voiced low.  do you yield?  now edward is truly and utterly fucked.   ❛  yeah,  you menace.  what you're going to do now that you have me at your mercy?  ❜  lips twitch in amusement, but his eyes are keen and dark, pupils blown wide.

           A TASTE OF VICTORY proves sweet,  &  stede finds that once he gets the flavor of it on his tongue, he only wants more. nevermind that it’s very likely that edward let him win  —  he revels in his position all the same. an arm presses across the other man’s broad chest to keep him pressed bodily to the mast, the grin that splits his face is bright  &  a little wild.  &  it curls impossibly wider still when edward gives in to him. stede’s pulse races as he pulls his face back just enough to catch edward’s gaze, the moon  &  stars overhead reflected in the depth of his wide dark eyes.  ❝ i'm afraid i’ll have to have your life, now. ❞  but his sword defies his words, dropping lower still as stede finds himself distracted, caught up in the gentle way that ed is gazing at him.  &  an unfamiliar sensation sets over him, heart fluttering madly in his chest  &  a strange warmth rising in his cheeks in spite of the chill ocean breeze. ❝ scoundrels spare no one, i once heard. once they’ve taken hold of you, they aren’t likely to let you go. ❞

🪐 — STEVE HARRINGTON​  for  tommy !

fear clogs in his throat, heavy, leaving him breathless as the situation unfolds. there’s a certain unluckiness to the way they end up in these situations, a worry that has set up inside of his stomach and remains there in residency, never fading even when the world is meant to fall to safety. there’s something strange about @musecraft, something off that he cannot quite explain, except that it lingers, heavy in his stomach.        ❛   you doing okay, tommy?   ❜

      THERE’S SOMETHING ELSE IN HIS BRAIN,  but he can’t figure out what. all tommy knows is that he feels wrong, everything off, the world a little bit slanted. his head hurts,  &  there’s a ticking in his ears that he can’t figure out where it’s coming from, an unfamiliar chime played on a loop. &  then, all at once, steve’s voice cuts clean through everything else, tommy’s eyes going clear as they land on the familiar face. ❝ steve ? ❞  awareness of where he is returns slowly, tommy rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand as he tries to clear his thoughts. ❝ uh, honestly man, i don’t really know. ❞  he feels better now, but the strange sensation lingers, his breath still coming a little shallow into his lungs.  ❝ please tell me you have some kinda idea of what’s going on ? ❞