PIRATE!/VILLAIN?

@memorystxrs asked:  ''your eyes are really pretty.....'' (with jane lol)

           she definitely has to pin her focus into staying calm,    into not getting sick over how deep the wound is.     a couple of well paced deep breaths,    && she’s situating a towel just beneath the gash,    using a rag to gently transfer water over the wound to wash away the blood so she can see if it is,      indeed  -  not as bad as it looks.    hopefully it’s not.    (  she can hope.     it’s what she does.  )           to her credit,     she remains well composed throughout the cleaning,    && once it’s done  –  she frowns.   the cut is still deep,    still just as bad.    but she goes right for the needle && suture thread,    thankfully she’s well prepared in having a proper first aid kit.    her focus right now is on gently  (  as gently as she can at least  )  working the needle into one side of the wound,   through   &&  out the other so she can properly set into a slow,    careful pace of stitching it closed.

It stings but it isn’t anything he can’t deal with. The sting of pain is familiar & it’s nothing. The wound itself hurts far worse than the pain that comes with the water washing the blood away. Teeth grit together, blue eyes fluttering closed. 

Killing someone is never easy. Well, it’s gotten easy for him, but it’s never easy for people like Jane. So sweet & innocent, unable to hurt a fly. However, flight or fight instincts had kicked in for her & she did what she had to do. There was nothing wrong with that.

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    Uma smirked at his shudder, fingers digging slightly deeper into his skin. A few drops of blood trickling down his chest. She wanted him, now. But he has yet to fall to his knees. 

    Hearing his breathing becoming harder, she held him in her grasp a few more seconds. Crashing her lips against his, and in that moment she let go of his neck. The hand digging into his skin had finally made it to Harry’s waistband. Fingers moving over the fabric of his pants and pressing against him. “Fuck.” She breathed against his mouth. 

“Kneel.– Now.” 

     As she spoke, one of her hands went up, and entangled into his hair, tugging it roughly. “Now.” She said once more, moving her mouth to his neck. Kissing gently for a second, before she biting down, tugging the skin there. Love bites, she was sure would leave a small mark, but she didn’t care. She was claiming him as her own. He was hers.

& this time Harry obeys, because she has won. She has dug her nails into his chest, she has made him bleed & she had won the right to make him kneel. Not that she didn’t have the right before but that is beside the point. 

A hiss leaves clenched teeth at the sharp pain that tingles in his scalp, followed by lips parting in a groan. He loves it when she pulls his hair like that. She repeats the word now & he lets her give him a love bite before he is lowering himself down to his knees.

          she can’t help leaning into his touch,    it’s an immediate reaction  -  she will always be an affectionate girl that seeks out comfort via gentle touches like that.   her own hands have moved to settle against his chest,   fingers gripping at his shirt in a way she doesn’t quite realize she’s doing.    it’s as if she’s afraid she’s going to lose him in her moment of need.            there’s a feeling that swells in her chest when he speaks,   she can hear the anger in his voice && she cannot deny the absolute adoration in the way she looks up at him.       ❛ he was out around the marketplace.   down the alley by the old butcher shop. ❜      she should not be promoting violence,    it’s not her way..    so one hand finally abandons the grasp on his shirt && comes to gently place her palm against his cheek.    ❛ he’s not worth it,   please just..   just stay with me.   i need you here.. ❜

It’s a surprise when she tells where the guy is located because he knows that Evie doesn’t like violence. He’s just about to leave her to go find this guy & then she is telling him to stay. No, she is pleading him & telling him that she needs him here.

          HE  PUSHES  AWAY  HIS  NERVOUSNESS  FOR  THE  MOMENT.    none  of  the  other  vks  knew  about  this  yet,  and  he  didn’t  really  care  what  they  thought  about  it  either.  still,  it  felt  like  the  ending  of  an  age  old  feud.  and  seeing  the  animals  makes  him  forget  that  wariness  completely. 

          “OH  MY  GOD.”    a  look  of  surprise  turns  into  a  giant  grin  as  he  moves  forwards,  immediately  sitting  down  to  pet  the  nearest  dog.    “this  is  amazing!”    carlos  turns  to  harry,  a  more  serious  on  his  face.    “well,  there  aren’t  a  ton  of  people  on  the  isle  that  care  about  anyone  but  themselves.  GOOD  PEOPLE.”    he  says,  shrugging.  the  villain  kids  were  clearly  different.  harry  included.    “there  are  plenty  of  people  in  auradon  that  would  give  them  homes.”    carlos  smiles  again,  petting  another  dog  and  taking  out  a  couple  treats  from  his  pocket. 

Once upon a time, Carlos always seemed so frightened of animals. Dogs, more specifically, but still - animals, all the same. Harry has always loved them & while he loves dogs like Carlos does, he’s more of a cat person. 

Blue eyes follow Carlos as he moves to sit down and pet the dog. A cat that Harry often feeds comes up to Harry, rubbing up against his leg &  Harry moves to kneel down so that he can run fingers through its orange fur.