#sovietorphan

                   for a witcher it is easy to ignore the howling winds, the biting cold, the relentless torrent of rain. but for the boy, and one as young as jack is, it’s impossible. the storm has not ceased all evening, and nights in the middle of a dark forest seem endless to those who aren’t used to them. the rain has made a swamp out of their camp, her boots squelching as she walks fast towards the makeshift shelter propped up from the ground by a primitive cot she had made from strips of lawyer cane. she undoes its holdings and slips inside to find jack wrapped up in every blanket she owns. water drips from her face as she climbs in and closes the flap tight. “i checked on beetroot. he’s fine. he’s sheltered. like the two of us. you don’t have to fret any longer.”

      In all of her years at sea, and more so at the helm of her own ship, Anne had never encountered a stowaway as young as he was. Gods, he couldn’t have been far into his fifth nameday; skinnier than a stick and dirty - poor thing must be terrified. Anne is torn between retaining the mantle of Andrew Bonny, feared pirate and occasional sea-born search and rescue, and the softer part of her that wishes to offer some comfort to him. “... How the hel- in the world did ye manage to sneak onto my ship?”   /   @sovietorphan​

Her tongue brushed her lower lip, head tilted, her eyes never left Jack,    “ It’s the last time, you hear me ? Next time you run away you better not be found. ”     A pause, another puff, another sip as well to match the mix,     “ Now, to bath and then bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

         ❛  you have as much time as it takes for me to finish sending this text to put whatever you’ve taken out of my bag, back into my bag. and if you don’t, i’ll turn you into a fucking pretzel.  ❜ 

    “   i thought about getting a dog.   i was gonna go check out the shelter for potential candidates.    you got any plans for today ,   or could you help me out with that ?   “       @sovietorphan​

“Okay, come on -- let’s not do that.” There’s a grimace, and in the back of her head she knows that’s never the right response to give to a young boy; tends to have the effect that tinder does to a dying flame. Still, she sighs, before motioning away. “Let’s get you something better to eat than... whatever that is. Sound good?” 

Clint hummed and turned his attention back to his son with a cocked eyebrow.  ❝ I see you’ve been going through the bathroom cabinets.  Did you find the Spiderman bandaids? ❞

                             you   know   mayven   totally   threw   her   lil   ratatouille   a   spidey   themed   birthday   party   &   even   got   him   a   spider   man   costume   ,   she   definitely   made   him   birthday   pancakes   &   they   spent   the   whole   day   together   .   she   would   have   taken   him   to   the   mall   &   let   him   pick   out   some   of   his   own   presents   .      then   maybe   some   outdoorsy   stuff   .