#aqueenofthieves

Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. (accepting)

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

    “ I can see that. ”

  A wry smile danced across her lips as she tilted her head a fraction of an   inch.  Her eyes raked over Anamaria  unabashedly before she adopted a   poorly constructed facade of nonchalance.

    “ Nor is it mine, frankly. Still, I imagine there must be        some redeeming qualities to it. ”

      ‟ Like what? ”

  She picked up on the look, failing to hide the smile that swiftly pulled up the   corners of her lips at the unabashed attention. Still, despite the momentary   distraction of Eleanor’s gaze, her response still prompted her brow to furrow   slightly, curiosity mingling with unconcealed amusement.

Not at all. I don’t believe for one moment Max regrets placing herself in that position. I do believe she wishes things had worked out differently, but Max was realistic in the situation when she saw all the variables and possible outcomes of what could happen once England landed in Nassau.

And a part of me believes that in Max’s mindset she couldn’t imagine anyone else sitting in “that fucking chair” besides herself when it comes to Eleanor.

          ❝ It appears Captain Flint will not be persuaded. ❞

It was to her he returned first.  Not the many men of military under his charge, supporting his campaign to be the next governor of Nassau.  Not those who would expect to stand about a table, those of his men he named his council (perhaps the other seats he promised to citizens of Nassau), not even to Captain Benjamin Hornigold, who’d assumed Captain Flint was a problem of the past to never again worry over.

No.  Woodes looked into Eleanor’s face and did not try to hide the thin line of his lips as they pressed together or the irritation crawling beneath his skin.

          ❝ I don’t understand how a man who once lobbied                 for exactly  what it is I am doing  is so staunchly                 opposed  against England’s  wishes to colonize                 this island. ❞

A hand reached up to run over his mouth.

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

send 💋 to give charles a valentine’s day kiss (send  💘 to give one to the mun)

     Breath caught.  Lungs, burning.

     Their mouths met as they had a thousand times before; as he     thought (hoped) they might a thousand times more.  As always,     Charles  did   not  restrain  emotion  when  met   lip-to-lip   with      Eleanor. How could he?  Everything filled inside him and ached     to  be  released  into  the world.  As if he were drowning in water      from the outside in, the love he felt so greatly bubbled and boiled     until it poured from his mouth and into hers.  Hands curling hard     over her hips holding her (keeping her) against him.