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@exilesea

@exilesea​ ( sc )

the glimmer of his dagger flickers in the muted light, cedric’s companion already long gone. his hands are steady, at least more so than they usually are with their trembling. theyre always much more reliable under pressure. he turns to face the other man properly, moonbeams giving glimpses of his bare chest and small clothes hastily pulled on over long, muscled legs. he rises from the bed and a quick jerk of a sharp jaw moves a wave of chestnut hair from his brow to make the cold stare of his slate gray eyes more visible. the point of the knife is leveled at the other, and though his hands are steady, his heartbeat pulses at such a raging pace, he’s sure the other can hear it.  ‘ secrets are only truly safe in death. ’  he takes an uneasy breath before his instincts kick in, pushing him to be pragmatic as always. a murder is too difficult to explain. he needs to trust this once - if only to ensure his risk of killing is justified when he goes after him and whoever he may share this secret with.  ‘ but i suppose a death-like silence would suffice. ’

he’s always been clever, just clever enough to survive. a wise man knows there is a place for weakness and submission, for dead men cannot seek revenge. patience is a virtue most critical for survival and one that must be coupled with an intimate knowledge of the minds of men, particularly violent ones such as the one before him. its clear in the wild glimmer of his eyes, the urgent twitch of his fingers. cedric can read aggression lingering just beneath the surface. with a knife in hand, he might be more bold, but the young aristocrat holds his tongue without a blade to accompany his defiance. full lips press tightly together; paired with the unassuming peace in slate gray eyes, he presents no threat. in fact he looks prepared to listen quite obediently. the viper in him coils, waiting for a moment to strike or slither through an opening to safety. this man is dangerous, and yet that danger feels kindred. a deep breath settles cedric’s shoulders in position. he can handle this.

          maybe the suggestion had been a silly one, but he didn’t seem OFFENDED at least.  ❝ it’s no trouble. i could use something to distract my mind from the trip. ❞ she took a deep breath, trying to focus on her destination. most people would be bothered by how UNSTEADY the trip by ship can be. motion sickness and all that --- not rosalie. it was the NOISE that was driving her crazy. it was non-stop and she was a bit of a light sleeper. she knew from the moment they started moving that she would only be able to fall asleep when she was absolutely EXHAUSTED.  ❝ you can’t sleep either? ❞  

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what he does, he does out of self-interest. anyone who’s seen another side of vane is either in the ground or in the sea. with the exception of a select few, those of whom kept private matters private. he wasn’t exactly a favourable ally to have in the eyes of the people ------ outside of nassau, at least. charles folds his hands over the table, leaning forward. he and flint have always had their differences, but when they worked together, they were nigh unstoppable. “what’s in it for me?” @exilesea.

          perhaps  it  may  make  their  lives,  their  prospects,  simpler  --  that  in  the  eyes  of  king  and  country  every  one  of  them  is  equally  reprehensible.    even  ground  is  easiest  to  build  upon.    “ suppose  it  all  goes  to  plan. ”    she  is  not  given  to  optimism,  but  faith  she  can  swallow.    “ the  urca  gold.   her  expenditure  as  you’ve  detailed.    can  you  honestly  see  --  and  i  ask  because,  if  you  can,  i  need  you  to  help  me  to  see  it,  too  --  a  future  for  us  wherein  the  way  england  regards  us  could  hold  no  bearing  over  our  fortunes ? ”