#litehouse

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@litehouse : Stede&Ely

There were some nights when even the comforting, light rocking of a ship was not enough to keep Ely asleep. Their mind would be flooded with the way they were treated at the Hospital. Their childhood friends would now be old enough to go to war and become canon fodder for the aristocracy who didn't give a damn about them; who invested in the Hospital with the promise that soldiers would be made from these children. They couldn't help the way that their imagination sent all the awful ways their friends would be dying across their mind... They couldn't help that those images often reflected the things that Ely and their new family had done to people.

After a few hours of tossing and turning, they simply gave up and decided to make their way up onto deck for some fresh air. As they opened the door and stepped out into the night, they very nearly bumped directly into someone.

ship in a bottle: fin argus

“No one’s on the deck who can help you.“

As much as he hated having to answer to Bonnet, Izzy couldn’t help but feel incredibly powerful, competent, and vindicated every time an actual decision had to be made. 

It was almost fun, watching the fancy little man flounder for a battle strategy they both knew wasn’t coming. With Edward indisposed below deck, suffering from some sort of mild flu and absolutely obliterated by whatever sleeping draught Roach had given him, the Gentleman Pirate was in charge, and in a brazen display of pettiness, Izzy was prepared to wait until the absolute last minute to take charge and make a plan himself.

Ed had ordered him to behave for Stede, but that only opened the door for all kinds of malicious compliance.

give izzy a nickname. 

' of course I care. you're my family. '

" stede, "   even married, mary still goes all soft and mushy when he says things like that. it's been a long road, finding a way they fit together, because they sure aren't in love, but she does love him, though he's stupid. and gay. and way too soft-hearted for the world.

' you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? '

" You're leaving again. "   Alma had not been told yet, but when three grown-ups are running about the house designing a very complicated escape plan, a small young girl is easy enough to overlook. Her tone is free of judgement - she hadn't liked the first time he left, and she hadn't liked him coming back, but this time, she knows. She knows it's happening. And she's been thinking about it quite a lot.

She puts down the embroidery she'd been working on quite abruptly.

Ely nodded and smiled up at their newest Captain.

"They complain about you a lot but I think that they really like you." Ely informed lightly.