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logging in to block all the bots and to say: he's soooo.... <3
he'll always look his best when he's been woken up and is in severe distress.
how much do we miss the hook man.

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Angst Meme: Flowers
send a flower for the associated scenario. trigger warnings apply.
[ heather ]: one of our muses is lost in the the wilds, and the other is desperately searching for them.
[ chamomile ]: one of our muses is having nightmares or trouble sleeping, and the other tries to help them rest.
[ honeysuckle ]: one of our muses is experiencing a moment of great joy – only for the other to suddenly arrive with devastating news.
[ clover ]: one of our muses is experiencing a string of bad luck recently, and the other is trying to help them out.
[ aconite ]: one of our muses has been poisoned, and the other isn’t sure what’s wrong with them.
[ white rose ]: our muses were meant to be getting married, but something terrible has happened to prevent the wedding from taking place.
[ thistle ]: one of our muses has become bitter and, well, rather prickly, and the other is trying to find out why they are acting so out-of-character all of a sudden.
[ dandelion ]: one of our muses has fallen sick, and the other has to look after them.
“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde
”I was angry at you!”
and this is exactly where he felt most at home ; the feeling was no longer only tied to the sea or his ship , but it was here : in bed with her body as his pillow and her hands in his hair. TUCKED AWAY IN THE CORNER OF HIS CABIN [ ... ] with the comforting sound of waves crashing against the outside of their walls. it would be enough to lull anyone to sleep —— anyone but him.
@divinehr: sleep. i'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.
a smile plucked the strings , and he hoped she could sense it without being able to witness it herself. IT WAS PERHAPS A VULNERABLE POSITION —— one where his head rested between breasts and an arm was draped over her center in order to hold and cling if he desired. but it was a position in which he felt secure and safe [ ... ] and who was she , if not where he felt most vulnerable ? he gave a quiet hum in response. ❛❛ i believe if anyone had the power to do so , it would be you. ❜❜ and he'd shift himself just slightly ; careful as to not press too much of his weight atop her , to find her gaze above. ❛❛ and what about you , my love ? are you not tired ? ❜❜

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she could hate him if she so desired [ ... ] wish him dead , body curled up in a ditch somewhere far away. HE WOULD NEVER BLAME HER. oh , his sweet eldest child ; the world never even gave her a chance , did it ? the weight of it all must be so heavy —— too much to bear. he'd failed her from the very start and saw it in her eyes every day. ( they've all seen the fire in them before. . . . they saw it in his. ) BUT THERE WAS NO USE IN THOSE FEELINGS OF REGRET. even if he had any to spare. was she not a force to be reckoned with ? at his hand , he likes to believe. each strength she held and prospered with —— it was partly his doing.
was tough love , not still love ?
@starsadored (harriet): you bandaged my wound with one hand , and held a knife in the other.
❛❛ if you must continue making me your monster , harriet —— i accepted that long ago. ❜❜ and guilt began to swim at the bottom of his stomach ; NIPPING AT ORGANS RESIDING PEACEFULLY THE LONGER HE LOOKED AT HER. no , he does not regret raising three soldiers who could take on the world. but a piece of him still aches at the sour and broken aftermath of it all. ❛❛ but i will not apologize for making you the woman you have become. ❜❜
but who is he supposed to place the blame upon ? IT'S A HEAVY BURDEN REALLY , one that would make even the strongest shoulders ache ; for the journey that led him to the man he has become. his father , perhaps ? for continuing to pass down the fury along their line of men. or maybe it was each battered body he'd usurped and slaughtered in order to get where he rightfully belonged. THE PILE OF BONES LEFT IN HIS WAKE OF VICTORY. but he often wondered. . . . perhaps there wasn't a person to blame at all —— perhaps it was nature itself and the order of the universe that left him so cold.
@sweetbitterbitten (lucy p.): they made you into a weapon. and you've done good work in that role. but even weapons rust.
a heavy breath heaved his chest , as if annoyed by the direction of which their conversation had suddenly headed. ( he felt the pity that engulfed her tone ) IT FELT SHARP AND IT MADE HIS STOMACH TURN. ❛❛ some weapons are made , some are not. ❜❜ he'll avoid her gaze [ ... ] long eyelashes kissing the tops of cheeks as he blinks away to look nowhere in particular. ❛❛ i'm afraid others are born that way. birthed from their mother's womb rotten ; predisposed to the rust. ❜❜