Yâall ready for some sadboy lore? I saw an angsty prompt over here and decided uh,, Hmmm.. I think I might poison pirate au/Prince Andre a little. A LITTLE. Not LETHALLY or anything!!! ITâS FINE.
Heâs still at the palace,, but older when it happens. Like not quite ready for pirate time but heâs gettin there. My logic was just kinda.. I dunno, heâs important royalty, perhaps someone got angry over something they did. A Pretty Big Target, if you think about it! Maybe his father accidentally hired a guard who was actually a traitor. Something along those lines. Who cares about the details yet, lets get to the sad stuff.
They arenât quite sure if it was meant to be FOR Andre (is he really that important for a full on murder attempt, hes just a brat whos not all that good at his princely duties,,, everyone says... rude) or if it was supposed to be say,, for his father but the dinner arrangement with which bowl had the poison got mixed up. (it was defo meant for our good brat prince boy fyi)
Evelyn is, uh, PISST and very worried for her friend. (She was originally one of Zahraâs guards/helpers/something,,, became good friends with Andre along the way and they know some of each others secrets (gay)) Sheâs the only non-family that he really wants to see.
Evelyn helps Andre eat for a little while afterwards? (He STILL has food anxieties and has a taster often..) She cooks things for him personally and takes the first bite,, sometimes even alternating and eating half the bowl with him. Donât wanna worry the parents by not finishing his food or anything, but heâs just not in the mood for it. He trusts her a lot..
I suspect Evelyn might uhhh kill the guy if not severely harm him once she finds him out,, and that might just spark the pirate time adventures? HEY YOUR HIGHNESS SOME SHIT WENT DOWN WE SHOULD GO. .... Okey. (Evelyn is pretty much the brains behind the operation, she just, doesnât want the big responsibility of being in charge of it all. Andre has been raised to take control n try and act cool under pressure. Plus the god damn EGO on this lad. It works out in both their favors.)
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âOkay, um, how aboutâŠâ Alex cast around his dorm room,looking for a word. His eyes fixed on a book on his nightstand, the one Elizahad let him borrow only last night and he was already half finished with.
âLibro,â hedeclared, pointing at it.
âLibro,âEliza repeated earnestly, trying to match his pronunciation, the slight lilt tohis words.
He smiled at her, nodding, âYeah, good. Okay, what aboutâŠâhis eyes flickered upwards, âBombilla. Lightbulb.â
âBomâŠbombilla,âEliza stumbled a little and she frowned in concentration, shuffling towards himon the bed, leaning in close so she could hear him better. Very close, in fact.Alex could feel his focus slipping.
âKeep going,â Eliza urged him, her eyes bright andinterested.
He tried to clear his head, pointing towards heroversize jumper, colored that powdery blue that looked so good on her, âAzul.â
âAzul,â sherepeated, lifting up her sleeve with a grin, somehow managing to get the accentperfect on her first try, hitting the cadence of the word just right, making itsound beautiful. Alex smiled, starting to enjoy this game.
Alexclosed the gap between them eagerly, jumping forward onto his hands and kneesso he could kiss her. She made a small, adorable noise of surprise as his skinmade contact with herâs but she softened within a heartbeat. Her mouth openedunder his, tasting of sweet tea and toothpaste and warmth. His Eliza.
âKissme,â he answered her question in a low, mischievous voice, his lips pullingaway only a few centimetres from herâs, âAnd you did ask, soâŠ
Elizawas blushing furiously, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger,flustered but happy, âStop that. How am I going to learn Spanish if you keepdistracting me?â
Alexshrugged, in a failed attempt to look apologetic, unable to hide his grin,âRemind me, why exactly do you want to learn Spanish?â
Hisgirlfriend blinked her large, dark eyes at him, âI donât know, I just thoughtit would be fun? It would be something we could share.â
Alex bithis bottom lip. It was fun; he had to admit. Heâd never really thought heâdenjoy hearing Spanish words again until he heard them in Elizaâs voice. It waslike a piece of his home come back to him, all the parts he enjoyed and stillmissed sometimes; the feeling of sand under his feet, the boleros coming fromthe tinny little radio that sat in the corner of his momâs store, sea saltstinging his eyes and skin. The poisonous, painful memories were missingsomehow.
And heliked teaching Eliza something; she was attentive and focused like there wasnothing else in the world but his voice, like he was all she cared about. Thethought raised a pleasant chill on his skin.
âAnd IthoughtâŠâ Eliza began, looking like she was trying to choose her wordscarefully, âI thought maybe youâd like toâŠI donât know, keep hold of somethingfrom your childhood? Some of the good stuff.â
Alexstarted a little. It was scary how perceptive she could be.
Heâdagonised over it for a long, long time before heâd finally cracked one nightand told her everything about where he came from. Theyâd been lying in bedafter making love, so tangled up in each other they didnât feel like they weretwo people anymore, breathing heavily and sweating and shaking and sounbelievably happy but a little scared too. His walls had been down, it waslike sheâd reached in and grabbed the foundations of who he was and rattledthem, and it had justâŠfallen out of his mouth. It had lurched out of him andheâd scrabbled desperately to catch hold of it but it had been too late. Beforeheâd known where he was, he was crying and trembling as he coughed up the wholesorry story of his father, his mother, his brother, everything.
Alexhadnât been able to look at her once he was done. Heâd just wanted to curl upand hide, sink down into the darkness creeping into the corners of his mind.But then a hand had reached out and took hold of his shoulder, pulling him upand out, and then heâd been sobbing into Elizaâs chest and her arms were aroundhim and her low, comforting voice was in his ear.
Andeverything was okay.
It hadbeen a week since then and sheâd been doing nothing but hugging him at randommoments, kissing his jaw when he hadnât been expecting it, making him smile,sending him cute, dorky texts. She hadnât said anything, until now when sheâdshyly approached him and asked if they could spend their morning off with alanguage lesson. But Alex knew what she was trying to do and he was moregrateful than he could say.
And hewas so glad heâd told her.
âThanks,Eliza,â he murmured, quietly, his eyes warm.
Shereached over and threaded her fingers through his, her thumb pressing into thepalm of his hand comfortingly.
âDe nada,â she replied with a brightsmile, repeating back the words heâd said to her after sheâd asked him to teachher Spanish.
Alexsuddenly wanted to kiss her again.
âTe quiero,â he sighed as he leaned intowards her, his breath warm on her skin, âTe quiero mĂĄs de lo que puedo expresar con palabras.â