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How about post Devil-Kraken war so they are friends at last?

“You're getting older. Slower.” a certainly weird choice to express worry so expertly kept from her tone

“Should've called me for backup but pride prevented you from doing so, didn't it” it wasn't a question but an observation and explanation in one. A sigh, concern finally shattering the ice cold expression “Come. Let my doctors check how much of the blood is yours. I don't trust your crew when it comes to delicacy.”

ᒥ☠ᒧ—        He'd taken a blade to the gut a dozen or so times, enough that he mastered how to avoid a fatal blow. However, there were such things as slip-ups every now and then, Edward wasn't immune to making mistakes like he believed. The wound wasn't fatal, but it had gone a little too far to the right for his liking.

Edward shuffled away to his quarters, trying his best to fix himself up and slow the bleeding. What he didn't account for was the trail of blood he left behind, leading Rozália to his place of hiding.

"Shit happens, fuck you..." He snarls, pressing a cloth against his abdomen with heavy pressure to slow the bleeding. He's starting to look pale, and he sits in his chair with a slump as though he was fighting to keep upright. Taking a blade was easy, the fixing and cleaning up after was always the difficult part, especially when he hid himself away from prying eyes to handle it on his own.

Oh please. I assure you that was false .. painting. I would never. That..thing.. is hardly my type!

send ✏️ for mun to make you a handwritten note!

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18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them.

“Rozá--” Vlad had began to call out her name as he went through the captain’s cabin door only to find the one he was looking for with her bare back to him. “R--” he tried to speak again. He shut the door behind him but dare not approach just to save himself from getting any form of reprimand from her. It was one thing to receive violence when it was for entertainment, but not when it was an invasion of privacy.

Though he didn’t speak or move, he did look. The tattoo on her back was intricate and beautiful as was the lean shape of her shoulders and upper back. She had turned around and he instantly made eye contact with her, no more looking anywhere else. To his surprise she grinned, asked him to keep around, and continued to remove the rest of her clothing.

“Don't stab me out of fright.” the voice echoed calmly from behind the Admiral with a hint of laughter

Somewhere outside in the sunlight Spanish guitar stirred to life, meaning she managed to get inside again without using the distraction tactic before doing so. Did she kill someone to accomplish that? That's the other mystery.

"Lord, grant me patience. "

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[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. &&  [ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.

Weeks ago, the vampire căpitan had slithered on board and quickly discovered, while at the end of a rapier, that this was no ordinary ship or captain upon it. Unable to kill each other, and after enough conversation to discover that their beliefs and ideas were aligned at points, and they both knew war before they became menaces on the sea, a truce was called though it was never actually spoken of -- it was made in silent understanding. The Devil’s Doom sailed alongside Rozália’s ship for weeks, he ignited raids while Rozália let those she saw unworthy of life yield to the slice of her blade.

Quiet nights, such as this one, had Rozália restless. Vlad watched her at practice, admittedly enchanted with how she moved and that she was a match for him in skill and knowledge. He offered himself as part of her practice and was having fun. Jabbing, ducking and using his immortal swiftness and invisibility just to provoke her. 

Alas his sense of overconfidence had him (willingly) defeated on his back, pinned under the strength of Rozy’s legs. He could easily have her on her back in one fluid motion, but he rather liked her from this point of view. “Megfogtál,” he whispered, grinning as he adjusted himself to get comfortable. “You realize I have allowed you to win. I wanted to--” while he was gloating about the win he gave her, Rozy had already began her descent, her face hovering just above his for a moment before she pinched his lower lip between her teeth.