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similar:ย three members of the same sex they find attractive.
โ- โGoodness, thatโs a very suggestive question. Er, wellโ I suppose I wonโt lie. Iโฆ I find Genevieve DโAlessio to be rather becoming. And maybe it is the prolonged contact, but Lucille Blackwood has quite the pretty face, too. Finally, letโs sayโฆ Aoife Flanagan, as she has the kind of confidence that I very much admire in a woman. Itโs those sorts of qualities that draw me to people. I hope that will suffices, though I confess it has never been a question of genderย or looks for me; to me, the personality of an individual can be the most alluring and sensual part about them.โ
( @piratexmama,ย @luce-blackwood, @aoifeflanagan )
confess in threes.
Blab.
blab: three secrets theyโre keeping.
โ- โI like to think Iโm an honest kind of person, but there are possibly things that people donโt know about me. Maybe this is the time to tell those โsecretsโ? Soโฆ lets start, I suppose. Firstly, I used to be aโฆ lady of the night, shall we say? It seems as if many donโt know, or have forgotten. It was my profession for a number of years, I was a prostitute and dancer. That does lead in to another of my โsecretsโโ which I will get back to in a moment. My second is that another pirate from another fleet several years backโ he proposed marriage to me. I was very fond of them, but our lives justโฆ were not going in the same direction. I refused, but there is a part of me that wonders about them from time to time. I had more pressing issues, different priorities. Which brings me to my last little secret. I was nineteen, and I had a child; a daughter, but that isnโt really the secret. I feel most everyone is aware that Iโve been searching for her, for a very long time. In being here, in working on this island, howeverโ Iโveโฆย found her. I hadnโt told anyone just yet, as itโs been such anโฆ overwhelming situation. I still canโt comprehend it myself, but Charlotte Abernathy is, without a doubt, my daughter. As I said, these arenโt really secrets. They are actually little tidbits that I just have not told other people. If I do think of any real secrets, then maybe Iโll share them another time. Who knows?โ
( @charlottexabernathy )
confess in threes.
๐ฎ
๐ฎdo they believe in soul mates?
โ-ย โWell-- itโs rather hard to believe in something Iโve not experienced. Maybe they do, maybe they donโt. Maybe they manifest in different ways, different times... Iโm not all that sure. I think Iโm a tad beyond the age to be searching for any sort of thing, regardless. Even if it is quite the romantic concept to think about.โ
relationship questions.
My muse in a relationship ?s
Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.
๐คAre they physically affectionate? ย ๐ถDo they have a type? ๐กWhat are their deal breakers? โ๏ธAre they sub, dom or switch? โฐHow long do their relationships tend to last? ๐Would they ever get married? ๐ท๏ธDo they give their partners cute nicknames? ๐Are they more sensual or sexual? ๐What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? ๐What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? ๐Are they prone to jealousy? ๐Does their demeanor change when in a relationship? ย ๐ซDo they display affection in public? What about in private? ๐Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? ๐Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? ๐How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? ๐คWould they ever confess their feelings first? โWould they ever cheat on their partner? ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆDo they want children? ๐ถAre they a cuddler? ๐ฎDo they believe in soul mates? โ๏ธ Are they protective of their partner? ๐ How far are they willing to go for the person they love? โค๏ธ Do they fall in love easily? ๐บ Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? โฆ๏ธAre they concerned with the social status of their partner? ๐ญ Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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My Character Must Confess in 3s
Blab: Three secrets theyโre keeping.
Mwah: Three people theyโd like to kiss.
Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.
Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.
Pastime: Three hobbies they have.
Doing: Three habits that they have.
Psst: Three things that theyโve always wanted to tell your character.
Shh: Three things they wouldnโt want their parents to know.
Dream: Three wishes they have.
Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.
Firefly episode โShindigโ sentence pack
โThis is entertaining, actually.โ
โLovely place. Iโll tell my friends.โ
โNow thereโs the smile made of sunlight.โ
โSo youโll accompany me, I ask with my heart in my throat?โ
โYou want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress.โ
โI can hurt you.โ
โIโm very sorry. Did I give you the impression I was asking?โ
โSo what is it you need?โ
โYou think youโre better than other people.โ
โYou couldnโt buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle. Course I got my hands on a coupleโฆ. Of invites!โ
โI see the how, Iโm just not getting the why.โ
โThatโs a nice pile of things I wonโt have to do.โ
โSo are we gonna play cards or screw around?โ
โDonโt fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.โ
โWhat a vision you are in your fine dress. Mustโve taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to get you into that getup. Of course, your daddy tells me it takes the space of a schoolboyโs wink to get you out of it again.โ
"Youโre a brave man/woman.โ
โMy workโs illegal, but at least itโs honest.โ ย
โWhat are you doing here?โ
โHe insulted you. I hit him. Seemed like the thing to do.โ
โI never back down from a fight.โ
โI could get naked.โ
โHere, look at me. Whatโs your story, love?โ
โThey teach you that in whore academy?โ
โYou think following the rules will get you a nice life? Even if the rules make you a slave?โ
โWell, this isnโt going to take long is it?โ
โYou have to finish it.โ
โSee how Iโm not punching him? I think Iโve grown.โ
โMighty fine shindig.โ
โI got stabbed, you know, right here.โ
โDonโt care much for fancy parties.โ
โI am grateful, you know, for the ill-conceived and highhanded attempt to defend my honor, although I didnโt want you to.โ
Muse is feeling touch starved!
Send ๐คฒ ย to generate one of the following or send the number of which one you would like to do to my muse!
1. Hug
2. Kiss on the cheek
3. Kiss on the neck
4. Pull them into their lap
5. Hug them from behind
6. Grab their ass
7. Grope them
8. Massage their shoulders
9. Pin them to the bed
10. Pet their head as they fall asleep
11. Cup their cheek
12. Cuddle them under the blankets
13. Sneak up and tickle them
14. Rub their back while you hold them
15. Passionate kiss
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NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

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luce-blackwoodโ:
Lucille took in what the pirate had to ask. There hadnโt been much she had been told as far as living arrangements were regarded. Upon arrival, Luce had been instructed to go to the tall and impressive building that she later learned was referred to as the Tulach house. Teddy had helped fill some of the blanks when it came to what was happening. Still, Teddy did not possess all the details. Exploring had led the princess to gather some other information, as well as the knowledge that there were locations she, most certainly, wasnโt welcome. Still, none of it had done anything to clarify where the pirates actually lived and roaming around the island also hadnโt let Lucille wind up at either of the villas.
โIโm afraid the only thing a pirate bothered to tell me when I washed up these shores was: head this way until you stumble upon the big building,โ Lucille paraphrased, for the content of the sentence sheโd actually heard was far less polite. Luce had also explained her general lack of knowledge regarding those technicalities by using her hands as she pointed in some random direction to exemplify it. Normally, she wouldnโt have minded reproducing the exact words. However, the woman was civil towards her, such attitude coming from the English princess would have been uncalled for. โSo, I had not had the chance to hear about the villas. It does seem like something tactically smart, to divide the general pirate population. Having all of you staying in a single place might make you all vulnerable in case of an external attack,โ the brunette was logical about it, though she wasnโt certain why she was babbling. It was clear the pirate would know more about it than she did, it was evident, and they did not need to receive praise over their military strategy, she surmised.
โI do believe the beginning would be good,โ the brunette found herself in agreement, her feet echoing as she trailed behind the woman, back to the bench where sheโd first seen her sitting. Her ignorance was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, only a nuisance to the blonde pirate, however, she did not wish for this sort of helplessness, and she was just one way in which she would get the answers she required. โAnd, well, Iโm here to listen. I believe itโs part of the reason why youโve brought me here, is it not? So that we might get acquainted with one another and that I might know what I should expect from,โ she started, then realized she had no idea how to finish that sentence. โThis,โ she concluded, her hand motioning in a circle that was meant to involve the island as she talked about the situation as a whole.
Plopping down on the seat, Lucille crossed one ankle over the other, her legs slightly bent to a side. Her hands were neatly placed over her lap, and she thought about the question, trying to gather everything she had been actually described. โAfter I was told to look for what Iโve later learned was the Tulach house, everything else I was explained came from small words with a few other pirates and what my friend Teddy has been able to disclose. At the canteen, I heard from a number of people how I was supposed to be nice, though the standards for it seem to vary and, therefore, itโs a little hard to pinpoint. Teddy was the one who announced there was someone responsible for watching over me, and that I would meet this person at some given moment,โ Lucy recalled, and a small smile surpassed her lips as she remembered her assumption back at the time.
Sometimes a stereotype placed upon a group of people truly represented them, and as much as people liked to tease the Canadians for being such a polite nation, it had to be the English that always took home that win. There were always a few outliers here and there, but the lengths to which hospitality, patience and propriety were taken in the form and name of British civility were rather astounding at times. Even in a place where life and death could be construed as meaningless, with pirates and royals alike walking on eggshells, Guinevere still had as much of the English temperament flowing through her veins as the Blackwood princess did-- which was evident in her greeting, and her agreement to sort out what was meant to be sorted. The way the pirate often saw it, there were very few issues one couldnโt fix with a simple sit down and talk.
But, not everyone had that same level of control and the calm nature when it came to an apparent enemy, or even a friend. Some residents on the isle assumed themselves too important or busy to speak to the captives, or immediately thought of those they had taken were lesser. Lucille didnโt particularly need to describe it to her, but it gave her a better understanding of the treatment many of them received because certain pirates were too arrogant, narcissistic or cruel to act otherwise. And while nothing would please Guinevere more than to deposit the Blackwood family from the throne, she knew that those courses of action were like setting a timer on a bomb, but never knowing when it was actually going to explode.
Yes, some of the royals needed to be put in their place, yes, some of them were just as awful and insufferable in their behaviour as some of the pirates and yes, some of them needed to truly comprehend the gravity of the situation as it stood, but that did not by any means equate to the idea of them being worth any less than the people that had captured them. The truth was, while some did not want to believe it, that they were of exceptional value. And when the time came for negotiation or disputes, peace or war, they would be a sort of bargaining chip that those same, arrogant pirates would thank their lucky stars were kept around.
That was later, though-- this was now. And the older woman, even with all of her strength, could not help but sigh resignedly at the state that they had left this princess in, pinching the bridge of her nose for a long second before looking back up at Lucille. Uncertain, unsure, no idea of what needed to be known and understood. Guinevere leant forward in her seat, clasping her hands to rest them on her knees before she finally spoke.ย โI wonโt lie to you: not a lot of royals are given many answers when they first arrive. Itโs a... learn as you go, sort of thing. But, as there havenโt been many... special events, letโs call them, to help spread the messages we try to send out it can be a little bit of a struggle to for it to reach some of you. I am surprised your friend didnโt tell you all that much, though; forgive me if Iโm wrong, but there is some form of solidarity amongst you-- isnโt there?โ
She had to admit, the princessโ quick and interesting assessment of their living set-up produced a glimmer of intrigue from within her. It was clear that some royals had been taught how to strategise-- which she had expect, but to see it in action was even better and something to keep note of. Lucille Blackwood seemed to be a sharp one, and Guinevere was likely going to need to be wary of that throughout this arrangement. All the better to keep her just as sharp, she supposed. With that in mind, she decided it was probably better to keep the information that all of their most important members lived in the one place to herself, lest the princess conjure up any roguish ideas.
โRight, well. Letโs start at the beginning, then. Think of the island as a... free-range prison. It-- sounds rather awful when I put it that way, actually... But itโs the most accurate description I can think of. Each prince and princess receives a warden, and each warden is responsible for ensuring that their ward is not misbehaving or doing anything they shouldnโt. And I am your warden. So for the foreseeable future, I will be watching you to make sure you are not trespassing, in possession of anything you shouldnโt have, or doing anything you shouldnโt do. Technically, I am also entrusted with the responsibility of keeping you in good health should we... need you for any reason-- however, I donโt believe that will be any sort of bother for either myself or for you. Itโs... not a pleasant way to look at your status here, I know. But it is, unfortunately, our reality.โ Pausing for a moment, Guinevereโs head tilted slightly as she watched Lucilleโs face, and waited for a response.ย โAre things making a tad more sense, now?โ
charlottexabernathyโ:
Charlotteโs heart stopped in her chest.
Hadnโt it? It felt like it did. She felt the blood running through her veins run cold at Gwenโs words. Charlotte Rosalie Abernathy, April 13th, 1991. Born twenty-eight years ago, six pounds, nine ounces, fifteen inches long. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldnโt stop staring at the woman before her with wide eyes.
She now understood. She now caught the little similarities between herself and Gwen. Same jawline, same mouth, the same long lashes. Why sometimes people mistook Charlotte for Gwen.ย
โHow do you know that?โ she asked, but she knew the answer. As surely as she knew her own name, she knew the real identity of Gwen.ย
Her mother.
After years of searching, Charlotte had found her mother without even meaning to.ย
The festivities had lowered from noisy chatter to a watery echo by now, Guinevere completely unable to focus on anything else but Charlotte. She could see their shared features now, almost as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes. It was as if she was meeting the younger woman for the first time again-- but in this instance, she had a sense of clarity. How she had managed to miss the signs before this was... absolutely astounding. She should have known. She should have guessed. She should have said something sooner. Why hadnโt she said anything?
There was no need to answer Charlotteโs question; they both knew who they were to each other after twenty eight years of separation. But that did not stop the older woman from speaking. There were plenty of things she had always wanted to tell her daughter and with the worry that she may not get the opportunity to explain herself ever again so prevalent in her mind, she had to start now.ย โYou... were so beautiful, when you were born,โ She began, voice straining while a bountiful amount of tears had welled up and had begun to streak down her face.ย โI didnโt want to let go--โ Guinevereโs jaw had stiffened, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tried to keep her chest from contracting violently-- she feared she may never stop sobbing if she allowed it.ย โI wish I hadnโt.โ
With no idea about how her daughter was going to react to this discovery, she felt as if she was walking on eggshells. Regardless, her hand reached up on instinct to tuck a loose piece of Charlotteโs hair before she cupped her cheek and drew in a steadying breath. โ... I am so sorry, my love,โ She blurted out the words as her features twisted into an expression of pain.ย โI never thought-- it would last this long. Just-- please, understand that what all happened was for you. For your safety and wellbeing. I had no choice. And your father... he was so good. We were going to-- after I could get out... Charlotte, all of it-- it was never meant to turn out like this.โ
bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?
champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?
crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?
diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?
faux fur: describe your wardrobe.
glitter: describe someone special to you.
gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.
jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.
lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?
lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?
lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?
pearls: whatโs something about your personality that surprises others?
penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.
perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?
robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?
roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?
sheet mask: whatโs your favorite lazy activity?
silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?
silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?
sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?
wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you donโt drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?
Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts
โEveryone ends up alone.โ โStay close to me.โ โWe need to get away.โ โThis is all for you.โ โHow could you be so heartless?โ โThereโs gotta be another way out.โ โIโve tried forever getting out on my own.โ โI donโt wanna fight alone anymore.โ โI never thought you would really go.โ โI was being such a fool.โ โBut I canโt live without you.โ โIf I wanted to leave I would have left by now.โ โDonโt let me down.โ โAnd now Iโm feeling stupid.โ โIโll only stay with you one more night.โ โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ โCanโt take it no more.โ โI used to pretend that I felt okay.โ โIโve failed you again.โ โGod knows that I triedโฆโ โI was dreaming for so long.โ "You are the piece of me I wish I didnโt need.โ โIf our loveโs insanity, why are you my clarity?โ "We both know how this ends.โ โThis is not what I do.โ โIs that alright?โ โAm I even human?โ โIโm a mess.โ โAt least Iโve always been myself.โ โNo one knows my heart.โ โI donโt know what Iโm doing.โ โThere is something that you need to let me know.โ โBe honest please.โ โSay youโll stay.โ "Iโll look after you.โ โI wasnโt looking for this.โ โHereโs my number.โ โWhere do you think youโre going, baby?โ โI missed you so bad.โ โYou see?โ โCome on letโs go and play!โ โBe my baby.โ โDonโt you ever say I just walked away.โ โI will always want you.โ โI never meant to start a war.โ โI just wanted you to let me in.โ โI guess I shouldโve let you win.โ โYou make me crazy from happiness.โ โYouโre my prince from the fairy tale.โ โWhere do I go if you leave?โ โI was afraid you donโt care about me.โ โI canโt forget you.โ โIโm your destiny.โ โYou are like frost.โ โWe just have to wait until the next life.โ โWe need to talk.โ โWhere did I go wrong?โ โI lost a friend.โ โIf I donโt say this now I will surely break.โ โIโm losing my control.โ โWhatโs mine is yours to leave or take.โ โYouโve begun to feel like home.โ โIf thatโs what you wantโฆโ โBut Iโm only human!โ โI bleedโฆโ โI can do it!โ โDonโt let them in.โ โLet it go.โ โWe only have each other.โ โOkay, can I just, say something crazy?โ โWe are meant to be.โ
Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch! ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: โI want you to hear me out.โ
Nose: โYouโre so cute.โ
Cheek: โI want to tell you I love you.โ/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/โYou are mine.โ
Over the heart: โI love you.โ
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/โWanna go cause some trouble?โ
Forearm: Indifference/Donโt particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/โYou are an idiot.โ
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: โDonโt worry, Iโm here for you.โ
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: โI will cause you pain.โ
Feet: โI will serve you forever.โ/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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charlottexabernathyโ:
What a lovely birthday it had turned out to be. Charlotte still couldnโt help but dwell on how stupid she could be to allow her mind to wander while cutting food of all things. She wasnโt dying for a piece of jicama, as tasty as it was. All she wanted to do was spend her birthday with Chase, maybe some alcohol. Toast something over the open flame and relax. Fate had other plans, it seemed.ย
Brown eyes dropped in confusion as Gwenโs fingers traced the intricate Ryan scrawled on the inside of her wrist. Sometimes it slipped her mind that some of the pirates hadnโt known him. It was considered stupid to have the inside of her wrist done, due to its exposure to the elements, but her father had been her blood.ย
She hissed when the antiseptic hit the open wound on her hand, the pain lancing through her nerves.ย โGod fucking dammit,โ she growled. She was going to have pictures of this day with a bandage on her hand. The chaste touch was something she hadnโt realized sheโd missed. Just the act of someone touching her absently. Chase touched her differently with a level of affection and underlying devotion.ย โWhat a fine way to spend my birthday.โ
At the comment of her tattoo, she cleared her throat.ย โI have a few. I lost my father almost eight years ago. I got it in his memory. He was murdered by a royal,โ she said. It still pained her almost as if the pain was still fresh.ย โHe raised me on his own and he did whatever it took to do so. I owe everything I am to him.โ
Birthday.
It was Charlotteโs birthday.
She couldnโt even croak out a simple โohโ as she looked up at the other woman-- Gwen likely seemed catatonic to her right now, frozen on the spot. And as if that wasnโt enough to send her reeling down a path of shock, her next comment about her father... Raising Charlotte and being killed. His name was Ryan. Yes, all of that information would just about do it. For a moment, Guinevere thought she was going to collapse right then and there. Her pulse was thundering in her head and her peripheral vision had begun to fade; this had gone way past coincidences, and well into the territory of what she had been wondering, hoping even, since sheโd met the younger woman.
A lot of things were beginning to make sense, now-- her inability to act like a normal human being around her, the inexplicable feeling of being drawn to the other pirate and yet feeling downright afraid to have any sort of conversation, andย especially the fact that while holding her hand there was some primal part of her that told her not to let go. But...ย how had she allowed this uncertainty to endure? Why? It was already torturous enough after twenty three years of searching to think about, was she really that afraid after all this time to end the suffering?
She hadnโt been prepared to find her daughter like this. Right under her nose, so to speak, hidden in plain sight. But in knowing that, she had to realise that she had done this to herself, too much of a coward to come out and ask the questions that needed to asked.ย Her grip on the younger womanโs wrist-- her daughterโs wrist, she numbly registered --had unconsciously tightened, as if she feared Charlotte might slip away from her, and disappear from her life once again.
Truth be told Gwen was afraid of a lot of things, standing there after piecing together the information sheโd just turned over in her head... She may not want to know her. Charlotte may harbour a deeply rooted hate for her after twenty eight years of absence. Even if it was unwilling, she hadnโt been there for her daughter. She hadnโt been the mother she was supposed to be to her child. She hated herself for it, and certainly couldnโt blame Charlotte for ever feeling the same.ย Still, she had to say something. It was going to hurt, it was going to be confusing... but she couldnโt allow all of those fears to control her life-- she had an obligation to her daughter, to tell her the truth. So-- she tried, exhaling roughly and holding on to Charlotteโs hand for dear life.
Guinevereโs voice never trembled when she spoke, but it did in that moment, her eyes already beginning to sting.
โCharlotte Rosalie Abernathy; born on April 13th, 1991, in the early hours of the morning in Portsmouth, England to Ryan Abernathy and-- ... andย today-- youโve turned twenty eight.โ It wasnโt a question, by any means-- it was a cold, hard fact.
charlottexabernathyโ:
And now she was spending her birthday nursing a cut on her hand. Fabulous. Charlotte had loved the bonfire since it started and just the act of being happy was clearly too much. Annoyed, she held her hand above her heart to stop the bleeding. At least Gwen was willing to help. Charlotte couldnโt help but feel relief for that.ย
Sheโd noticed the odd way she reacted around her versus other pirates and if Charlotte had a lower self-esteem, sheโd wonder if Gwen didnโt like her. It was peculiar. Charlotte held no ill will towards the other woman, instead seeing her as a source of relief. While some pirates were too sour and a living, breathing stereotype of their lifestyle, Gwen wasnโt, instead moreโฆmaternal wasnโt the right word. Gentler, perhaps. Charlotte was relieved for Gwenโs existence in that moment.ย
โI wasnโt drinking,โ she defended without asking.ย โI justโฆgot distracted and my knife got away from me. All these years of wielding them and they suddenly decide Iโm not fit to hold them anymore. Ironic, truly.โ
Birthdays now held a sad memory for Charlotte. Every time April 13th came her way, she was reminded it was another birthday without her father. At night, she often pulled out the silly little card that had the music playing inside. The battery on the card had long since died, now Pocketful of Sunshine sounding like a demonic symphony rather than the bouncy little tune it truly was.ย
Happy birthday, brave girl.
Sheโd been brave purely out of necessity. Growing up a pirate, sheโd been exposed to the horror show of the world much sooner than most children. While some girls grew up playing with dolls, Charlotte grew up learning weaponry, fencing, self-defense, and the true meaning of loyalty. To Ryan, that was how he showed love. His display of love was to teach her how to defend herself, to keep herself safe when he no longer could.ย โI think cleaning it might need to come just before bandaging. I think thereโs some Neosporin in that first-aid kit by the sink.โ
Immediately looking up at Charlotteโs declaration, Guinevere might have chuckled under another circumstances.ย โI hadnโt thought you were, darling. Accidents-- they happen, even to the best of us,โ Truthfully, she was her own sort of distracted. That day was not usually a day on which she celebrated anything; rather, she spent most of her time dissolving into tears, or sitting by herself in silence as she had been before. All she could think of was her daughter, what had become of her, where she was... It was a never-ending turmoil in her head throughout the day, and while she tried to distract herself from the torturous cycle, she could not even focus on a simple puzzle without her mind drifting.
With all of that tumbling through her brain, perhaps unconsciously or perhaps deliberately, she could not help but run her thumb across the tattoo on the younger womanโs wrist. With all of her efforts focused on finding her daughter, there was hardly enough room to remember the affection that she had genuinely felt for Ryan way back when. A mournful expression overtook her features, plain and clear for the other to see, as she savoured the bittersweet memories of the father of her child-- a good man if sheโd ever met one, and a man she had much to thank for but could not ever do so.
When she realised what she was doing, however, the pirate blanched slightly while attempting to swallow the lump that was still in her throat.ย โI-- ...โ A weak smile formed, the movement stopped, and she almost couldnโt look Charlotte in the eyes.ย โI should get that cream-- just a second,โ She was simply providing a soothing touch forย the other woman, Gwen firmly told herself as she recovered the cut with the rag and moved back to rifle through the first aid kit. It was a normal thing, nothing to be embarrassed about-- and certainly nothing to choke on her words over.
Retrieving the Neosporin and a few antiseptic wipes, she returned and placed them with the rest of the items, tearing open a wipe with her teeth as she inspected the sealed bottle.ย โThisโll just sting for a moment,โ Guinevere reminded as though she wasnโt speaking to a grown woman. With the practiced speed of any pirate having to patch others up on the go, she cleaned and bandaged Charlotteโs palm with barely any pause and an accuracy that told of years at sea, struggling to keep even her crew in one piece. โโTis but a scratch, my dear-- youโll be just fine.โ
Again, sheโd protest herself that it was to soothe the sting of the wound, or to calm the otherโs nerves, as on a whim while she still had a grasp on Charlotteโs hand she reached out with her free one to run her her fingers over the younger womanโs knuckles in another caress.ย โThere. Good as new,โ Her tone had become softer than before, maternally affectionate for a reason she couldnโt explain and in that moment, Guinevere had no bigger urge than to not let go of Charlotte. She knew she was projecting, she knew that it was ridiculous to act this way, but this felt impossible to resist. So she chose instead to turn over the otherโs hand to inspect her wrist once more and, of course, blurt out a stupid remark, followed by an equally stupid question.ย โI hadnโt realised you had a tattoo... It was someone special to you?โ