#moved.

HEY! Just an update guys, I have OFFICIALLY MOVED MY BLOG. This one is terribly cluttered and disorganized, and now with the new computer I felt like i needed a fresh start. You can catch me over HERE!!! I will try and follow as many of you as I can before bed lol. 

 stede was determined to get izzy to open up to him, even a little bit. yes, he could be abrasive, and at first, stede didn’t like him either—but he’d slowly grown on him. his own bags were set upon the bed, and he heels off his shoes after izzy leaves the room; shedding his stockings, overcoat, and waistcoat. all folded neatly, and tucked back into his bag. 

 he then moved to fluff the pillows a bit, flipping back the top sheet. it wasn’t half bad, for a hostel in a mid-size port town. nodding, he acknowledges izzy’s words, before perching himself upon the edge of the bed. ❝ right. well, i suppose we should make the best of this situation then. ❞ no sooner had he said the words though, did he see izzy lay on the floor, after putting the makeshift pillows in the appropriate places. ❝ come now, mister hands, i simply won’t allow you to sleep on the floor, like that. ❞ 

  stede gestures to the side of the bed that was empty, patting the nice, down-filled pillow. ❝ i promise, we can sleep back to back, and minimal talking. i won’t even be able to see you. ❞ he waves his little sleep mask around, before putting it over his head. ❝ i just, erm—-i sleep in nightgowns. but i can do my plainclothes, if that’s more comfortable for you. ❞ he was already up, turning down the empty side of the bed, and smoothing out the blankets for the other man to hopefully join him. turning, he gathers up the nightgown in his arms, and makes his way to the washroom, letting izzy decide things for himself. ❝ be back in a tick !  ❞

Izzy’s head turned just so he could be sure Bonnet could see his eyes roll when he started to say, “I am not sleeping with y-” but the other continued on talking, showing off his silly little sleep mask and plotting out how this entire potential night could go. What the fuck? Why was Stede even offering this to him? Had the tables been flipped he’d have just let Bonnet sleep on the floor and think nothing of it. Might do the fancy man some good to wake up with a aching back once in a while. Izzy didn’t want to admit that the man could just be that fucking nice. It seemed like such a weakness in this line of work. Well, Hands wasn’t going to thank him for this. Besides, the man was slipping away before Izzy could really even finish thinking.

There he laid for a good thirty seconds before already feeling how uncomfortable this was going to be. “Fuck,” whispered Hands, sitting up quickly and getting to his feet. This meant nothing. Nothing. He hesitated. This was the sort of thing that cranked up his anxiety. Not that he could explain that to Stede or even himself. Yet the idea of him sharing a bed with another man, even if just like this, felt inherently wrong to him. Too vulnerable. He doubted Stede had it in him to try anything but still, Hands slid his knife under the pillow on the side he walked over to. Piracy was full of backstabbers and trust was not easily come by. Especially for him.

Hands stood there, at the side of the bed, just looking down at the spot for a moment. His back would thank him for it in the morning that was for sure. He rolled his eyes to himself and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t feel like telling Stede how the man could dress for bed as long as he was wearing something. And he himself usually wore very little. It was hot aboard the ship at night in the summer months. He kept his trousers on however, like hell was he going to wear less than that around Bonnet. Izzy tossed his shirt on the chair. Chest bare and scarred, he slid in under the covers and rested there on his back, hands crossed over his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling.