#sixthofficer

Do you want to be my Valentine? - James P. Moody

sea  travel  has  long  been  her  favorite  method  of  getting  here - to - there .    she  will  always  prefer  life  on  land ,  to  feeling  the  ground  beneath  her  bare  feet ,  and  the  scent  of  grass  and  dew  heavy  on  the  air . . .    but  the salt - tinged  breeze  has  its  own  appeal ,  as  it  lashes  her cheeks and threatens to send her hat askew.    evelyn  gazes  out  at  the  horizon  with  undisguised  wonder .    she  has  seen  the  best  of  europe ,  traversed  africa ,  sailed  across  the  strait  of  gibraltor  in  the  company  of  a  drunken  captain  and  his  pet  monkey . . .   but  america  will  be  something  new .    how  can  she  possibly  wait   six  days ?

“ 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜                                     𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎.”

Independent & selective Harry Potter Multi-Muse                                                                                  est. 2020

☠️   10+ years of RP experience ☠️   canon divergent ☠️   oc and duplicate friendly ☠️   written by Laina

𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑫 𝑬𝑳𝑩𝑶𝑾 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹 ,  the baker is   e y e i n g  her customer  /  is it with a glint of amusement ?    there’s no other emotion for it  :  the pies are HORRID, and who better to now it than their maker.   a snort,  ❛   trus’ me dearie ,  ‘s gonna take a lo’ more than ale  t’wash that taste out.  ❜

@sixthofficer​ sent:         🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 *smooch*

           A  THRUM  OF  excitement  vibrated  through  the  packed  crowd,  all  eyes  turning  to  the  clock  hung  on  the  wall.     It’s  a  sea  of  uniforms,  shades  of  muted  greens  and  blues  in  its  waves,  apt  with  the  number  of  navy  men  of  all  nations  spread  amongst  its  waters.     The  occasional  bright  flower  dotted  the  scape,  occasionally  of  civilian  cut,  but  just  as  often  still  yet  another  in  uniform,  though  women  at  that.     No  one  seemed  to  mind  the  press  or  the  heat  it  created,  reddened  faces  filled  with  excitement,  joy,  and  for  some,  a  bit  too  much  liquor.

           What  a  brave  new  world  this  was,  to  be  a  thousand  miles  from  home  in  the  middle  of   a  global  conflict  and  for  what?     Not  even  to  nurse,  but  to  care  for  the  minds  of  those  who  served,  what  a  concept!

           As  the  minute  hand  swung  a  minute  until  midnight,  the  throng,  first  a  few  before  spreading  through  the  whole,  began  their  countdown.     Caught  up  in  the  even  chant,  Margaret  squeezed  James’  arm  with  hers,  sparkling  sky  gaze  darting  up  to  his  eyes.     They’d  made  it  another  day,  another  year...  the  pair  of  them  after  everything  the  world  hurled  at  them.     In  the  midst  of  a  war,  they  had  even  found  each  other  once  more.     Nothing  could  be  more  magical  than  this.

            Even  as  the  time  grew  close,  she  still  peered  up  at  the  man  by  her  side,  the  twitching  of  her  smile  around  the  words  a  clear  sign  of  threatening  laughter.     Somehow,  she  kept  it  locked  in  her  throat  as  the  year  drew  to  a  close.           

             “  Three!     Two!     One!     Happy  New  Year!  “         The  room  exploded  in  sounds,  rattles  and  shout  and  whoops,  all  as  able  to  deafen  as  easily  as  the  mighty  guns  miles  and  miles  away.     But  the  war  couldn’t  be  further  from  her  mind  as  James  leaned  over  her  to  press  determined  lips  against  hers,  sucking  the  sound  out  of  her  lungs.      ( god! )     Fingers  slipping  into  his  collar,  she  hooked  him  closer,  shamelessly  returning  his  fervor,  memorizing  the  staccato  of  her  heart  as  the  moment  seemed  to  drag  into  eternity,  neither  willing  to  release  the  other  until...

              With  a  soft  smack,  they  did.

              Gasping  for  air  as  the  world  seemed  to  whirl  a  little  about  her,  Margaret  finally  released  her  laughter,  a  bright  shock  that  matched  heated  cheeks  and  reddened  lips.    ( finally... finally. )          “  H-happy  New  Year  to  you  too... “

@sixthofficer​   :   “ please, let me help you. ”

ALMOST PRETERNATURALLY, ELSA HAD NEVER HAD much trouble with cold. But this night had her clutching the shawl her mother had wrapped around her shoulders ever tighter, the lifejacket she wore underneath bulky and hard to manoeuvre in. But her mind was not focused on the chill of the night, nor the voices crowding her in, nor the bodies of other passengers jostling her as they too walked the decks. No, her eyes desperately searched each face for the panicked expression of her mother, the stern one of her father, the still sleepy one of her little sister. Yet she saw no sign of them.

It felt like hours since she had been separated from them. One slip of concentration and she had been lost amongst the crowd, the noice and chaos making finding them again seemingly impossible. At some point, she had been herded up against a wall, her back to it at least meaning that her family must be somewhere before her. Unless they had gone back inside? No, her father had been a navy man — he knew the seriousness of the situation. 

For a moment, she didn’t register he was talking to her. But then she took in the uniform he wore, and recognised the face of the man before her.