just hold my hand by faculaeangel
Teen and up || 1,191 words || Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
The sun hadn’t yet risen when Stede started to stir. The gentle lull of the waves would have been enough to put him back to sleep had it not been for the lack of warmth that he suddenly became aware of. He reaches out with a heavy arm, still weighed down by fatigue. It snakes through the sheets, grasping for contact but the other half of the bed is empty. He forces his eyes open and blinks a few times then wipes the sleep out of them. He sits up, fingers dragging against the silk sheets where Edward should have been and he wonders if all of it were a dream.
Or Stede wakes up to find Edward missing.

















