#divinitybreathed

     Eyes stare at the cake for a solid minute without a word, face filled with confusion and disgust and a hint of appreciation. It’s the thought that counts, their mother always told them, and the smile on her face tells makes it known she appreciates the gesture. But the memory of the last cake still haunts her mind. Marian can almost smell it, the ingredients burned yet somehow still raw at the same time, the texture hard and chewy, it makes her cringe for a second, but the proud look on his face makes her smile again. 

     “ For me? Are you sure it’s not for the new neighbours? ” Said with a grin on her face, eyes shifting from cake to his face. She can’t do it, last time she’d been sick for days, even then blamed on herself rather than the cake ( for all she knew it was just convenient timing ), but Marian couldn’t bear the heartbreak it would cause Garrett... And he had to learn somehow. 

Nassau, to the men that had the freedom to leave it, was what many saw as a place of freedom. Men could drink, fuck and fight their way from one end to the other and people would barely bat an eyelid. A utopia, one had called it right before he buried his face into the bosom of another of the barmaid, much to the delight of his company who’d raised their tankards and whooped and cheered him on. It was a wretched place, really. Anne learns this because she spends more time cleaning up the drunk when she is so woefully sober herself and dodging the affections of any who would try to catch her eye.

Of all the men that had tried, just one had succeeded. Thatch, she knew, as a man with a loud voice but a good enough heart that she’d quickly learned not to be afraid of him. Not when she’d been a new barmaid, pale-faced and flinching from hands that tried to grab her. He’s scolded a few of them and told them to keep their hands to themselves and Anne had been grateful enough for it that she’d poured some of her meagre wages into ensuring his tankard never grew dry.

Anne settles to his right and leans against the railing, wrinkling her nose at the gob of spit disappearing into the sands below them. “Not fer a few weeks,” she admits, turning her head to glance at him. Foul-mouthed, but a good man. Not many pirates could boast that of themselves, when they allowed their rage to control their actions and use it for justification for being a bastard.  She is curious enough about these few words, but keeps her nose firmly in her own business. 

          “ awh - what the f-- ” he stops himself as teeth rest upon bottom lip , a hiss of air being released in the first syllables of an otherwise unfriendly word.  he’s been shunned for saying such things before but it’s never seemed to fully stop him , however - to spare himself another smack to wrack his brain , delsin shuts his mouth.  right hand rubs at the area of attack.  he frowns.

Sherry nodded at her companion’s words, smoothing out the ruffles in the sheets she’d laid on the floor. The building they’d chosen to stay in was more or less safe, although the agent had never been fond of sleeping on the job, even if there was no danger evident.

 “It’d make life a lot easier, for sure,” she responded jokingly, “Maybe I wouldn’t have such a craving for coffee if we could go without sleep.”

She seated herself directly beside the sheets, gesturing for Maddie to lay down. The woman must have been tired from the week’s events.

Sherry sighed, trying to relax to the best of her ability. The area around them was cleared out by the BSAA nearly a week ago. Thank God she’d been able to find Maddie in the mess.

“Ah.. You should be more careful..”

Fragile, silver threads. Easily broken by careless feet, or the bodies of prey wandering between trees. Threads with no intention to ensnare, but only to alert like silent alarms. Blaring and setting off the senses of a hunter that lurked near by.

“Wouldn’t want to end up like little red riding hood, hmm?”

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐒.     →     @divinitybreathed said : you’re going to get arrested. / from reggie !!

          not precisely what she expected to hear coming from a woman who just approached her.  she had sat at a booth next to her , spoken on the phone to her parents about where she was - where she was going , but as usual , the whole conversation resulted in an argument.  they’re sticklers for safety , for keeping her away from something that could potentially harm her , but she’s never understood why.  the puzzle pieces never fit together , no matter the direction they’re rotated in.  girl turns her eyes to face the blonde , expressionless minus the slight knit to her brows.