❦ she is freedom

         ❝   An’ my ship shall carry you for so long as you wish to be aboard ‘er, ‘dough ‘dat ‘es no permanent solution eit’er,  ❞ the Spaniard replied with a grin. This was, perhaps, what she liked the most about Pearl, she could be sweet in her way and witty, an intriguing woman, yet there was a keen edge to her wit that made you fear the shape her wrath might take were you to trifle with her good nature. But, beyond that musing, there was the very real and practical fact that having a woman aboard the ship, particularly a woman with whom she was so obviously intimately involved, would work wonders at assuaging any doubts her sailors might have about her masculinity. ❝   Shall I send my boat for you ‘dis evening ‘den to carry you to my ship? It seems we might both be of use to each ot’er.  ❞

send me 🔥 + a word and I will write a ns/fw headcanon for my muse.

send me 🔥 + a word and I will write a ns/fw headcanon for my muse.

             The way to get the best fabrics is to get them straight from the port. Sure the men who comment on her looks instead of simply giving her what she wants tend to be more tiring than flattering but it’s different when there’s a pretty lady, that pikes Tyene’s attention.  ❝ You mean to say I’m as pretty as every other girl here? ❞  

             She feigns some sort of indignation, a smile that betrays her as amused instead.  ❝ You wound me, dear lady. How will I ever mend my broken heart? ❞