The Way He Is Not Even Meaning To Flirt. But He's Flirting So Hard. - Tumblr Posts
🪐 — EDWARD TEACH for stede !
❛ ’s yours. ❜ head drops against the sturdy wood to his back as he speaks, tongue loosened up and mind rendered to a heap of half coherent jumble. with the whole of his attention snagged by the sight of stede’s grin growing deeper, this is even worse than the night edward asked to run him through. foolish thoughts and the thundering of his heart plaguing him with no mercy. well, only the gentleman pirate can say to have made a fool out of blackbeard himself, doing nothing more than simply dropping into his life with his linens and lavender soup and that lovely grin of his that scrunches up his nose sometimes. ❛ aren’t ya supposed to be a gentleman, though? or have i already made a scoundrel out of you, stede bonnet? ❜ it’s edward’s turn to flash him a grin, a valiant attempt at appearing unbothered on his part. or at least, a little less like someone that desperately wants to kiss the bloke in front of him silly. just a little would suffice, truly.
IT’S SUDDENLY UNCLEAR to him if they’re still dueling, given that edward’s not even struggling to free himself from stede’s pin. & his smile grows suspicious, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the unbelievably gentle look that edward graces him with. perhaps this is all a test, some kind of lesson to never let your guard down, even when you think you’ve gotten your enemy beaten. & he lifts his blade just a degree, anticipating some trick to come. even now, he had to believe that edward could slip out of his hold if stede drops his focus even for an instant, quick & graceful as he ever was. but he only smiles, still & relaxed, as if content to have lost. ❝ one can be obey all the rules of good etiquette & still be a fearsome foeman, i should think, ❞ stede replies. & his arm does not budge from edward’s chest, reveling for another moment in his win. whether temporary or not, stede intended to enjoy the moment of triumph. one day, perhaps he could tell his children he had conquered the fearsome blackbeard in hand to hand combat. ❝ & the rules of battle dictate that to the victor go the spoils. so it would seem to me that your life’s now mine to do with as i please. ❞