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[tv show] ; BLACK SAILS - SILVERFLINT

“They’d grown so close, it was hard to know where one ended and the other began. I worried that the act of separating them might destroy them both.”

silver runs his hands down the back of flint’s until they can encircle his wrists, tug a little so flint’s knuckles aren’t so sharp against his chest. “they were going to kill you.”

flint’s a reckless man, but silver’s never considered the possibility that the end goal of his stupid bravery might not be survival. right now, watching the way flint’s mouth tightens, something clicks into understanding.

before he can talk himself out of it, he pulls again on flint’s arms. “let go.” and flint does, and silver brings one hand up to his mouth, presses his lips to the blue vein at the inside of flint’s wrist, where the skin is somehow still pale, and tenderly thin.

flint is close enough that the shiver this elicits runs through both of them. “john,” he whispers, and silver finds he can’t take his eyes off of him, can’t tear his mouth from his skin.

Odysseus on his journey home to Ithaca was visited by a ghost. The ghost tells him that once he reaches his home, once he slays all his enemies and sets his house in order he must do one last thing before he can rest. The ghost tells him to pick up an oar and walk inland and keep walking until someone mistakes that oar for a shovel. For that would be the place that no man had ever been troubled by the sea. And that’s where he’d find peace.