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🪐 — 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. ❞