#rightfulcaptxin

A warm laugh fell from the captain’s lips as he turned to look at the other, and Liam shook his head at the mock salute that was offered in his direction. “A pity, aye, though no less than what I would expect...” he returned, raising an eyebrow curiously at the small item the other withdrew from behind his back. He pressed his hand to the nape of his neck as Edward mentioned his occasional sweet tooth, before he dragged his hand through his curls. “And just how will you be persuaded, Ed? What are you angling for?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest as he leant back in his chair with an amused look about his features, glad for the distraction - at least for a time - from the mountains of paperwork he had yet to complete. 

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“I take it... that’s a yes...” he murmured breathlessly, a soft warmth to his tone as the smile crept on his face. “Because you will make me the happiest man alive giving me that one word...” he added, leaning in to brush their mouths together briefly once more. “Finding each other was one of the best things that happened to me... to us both... and I want to be able to call you my husband...” he grinned, an affectionate look on his face as he shifted one hand from Ed’s shouder to his cheek.

A shove of the Emergency doors pushed the body blocking them out of the way, and it was just as expected; nothing but more bodies and silence. The virus had ripped through and even he couldn't stop it once it had started. This wasn't supposed to happen. An exhale and he switched off the part of him that wanted to know each and every one of the corpses stories; stepping over the desiccating husks as he moved easily inwards toward the operating theater floor. It wasn't like he could fall ill.

                                   Aim, pull the trigger-                                                                    -go insane from the bitter feeling                                                  I love you and despise you.

“I think you and I both know I never was one for moderation,” he retorted a touch cheekily, grinning up at the black-bearded pirate from his position on his knees, hand and hook bound behind him with swords poised at nearly every angle. “Come now, mate, I’m flattered, but there’s hardly cause for such formality,” he glanced around at the group of sailors ready to stick him full of holes at the first sign of transgression. “I’m but one man after all,” he would laugh, though the sentiment was cut short by a blade pressing to his neck, causing his head to tip back and his adam’s apple to bob nervously at the threat to his life. ◢☸◣

The hand to his shoulder caught his attention and he finally drew his gaze back to his husband with a fleeting smile. There was a strained laugh that followed and he shook his head, knowing that there was no place for lies here in their home. “No, not really. I never am where he’s involved...” he sighed, raising his hand to rest it over Ed’s own, drawing comfort from the gesture. “He has a way of worming beneath my skin more than I care to admit to.” 

“Morning, birthday boy... you making the coffee, or want me to take over seeing as it is your day to claim all the attention...” he teased, reclining back in his seat without any acknowledgement towards the additional item on the table.