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The soft light of early morning warmed the window pane and fell gently upon her shoulder, illuminating the line of her clavicle, her bronzed skin a stark contrast to the white muslin of the chemise that she was settling about her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror for the moment in curiosity, brushing her hands down over the chemise, smoothing them over the shallow swells of her breasts, marveling at how… different… she looked out of uniform. It felt strange to be dressing in women’s clothes and she wasn’t sure yet if she liked it or not.

❝ Sí, adelante, ❞ she said, glancing toward the door as she pinned her day gown closed over the front of her stays.

Similarly bronze skinned, dressed in mere white cottons, her man came in. His eyes peered over the landscape of her skin, the hills that propped up out of her body in the form of curves and bone. The journey he had taken to just see it again. ❝Goede morgen, schat.❞ His lips turned into a small smile as he came through the door and within seconds of his words, her forehead receveived a small kiss. Hands travelled to her waist, this gown made her so much more a woman, even Roche was not sure if he liked it or not.

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❣

A sudden embrace. “Ah...Ah, who might this be?” He softly purred as he saw to feminine arms come around him.

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Send ❣ to surpise my muse with a hug from behind.

conquistadoradelmar answered your ask: "Ahem, Dearest Vianca. I received a letter from...

A chirping sound from the branches filled with leaves and critters of the sky, came into a room where they normally slept in. Now, he slept on a sofa. His body had yet to get used to the warmth of another, so he had avoided Vianca, even though she was nursing him back to health. Their small talks had been superficial, his head was filled with to much chaotic need for organisation, conflicting desires. His eyes opened, his body moved up, his mind still down and asleep.

“Vianca ...” Words came as he knocked on her door, letting the sun do it’s work as well as his gentle words to wake her. “May I enter?”

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Day 273 - It seems that the island sand was bad for my skin. Now I do wish for something softer, perhaps I should go see some people. Preferably however, once I return to civilization, I’d enjoy a cup of whiskey and a bath. The satin sheets of a stolen Spanish governors bed or perhaps the french opium everyone is so fond off. Some meat would also be lovely. Living vegetarian is not for me. Ah, this was not a jab at the ‘culo’ of a certain Spanish woman, dear diary. No it was merely a dietary observation. Do not forget that I require my sustenance. Hm, perhaps I am getting mad, speaking to you as if you were a real person. Yet, in my head you are. Ah, you kept me sane these last few months.

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perpetuallyadrift// “Where have you been?”

I got ...mutinied on an island. For months.

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Ahem. I require help here. My back hurts. A tonic perhaps?

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Day 273 - It seems that the island sand was bad for my skin. Now I do wish for something softer, perhaps I should go see some people. Preferably however, once I return to civilization, I'd enjoy a cup of whiskey and a bath. The satin sheets of a stolen Spanish governors bed or perhaps the french opium everyone is so fond off. Some meat would also be lovely. Living vegetarian is not for me. Ah, this was not a jab at the 'culo' of a certain Spanish woman, dear diary. No it was merely a dietary observation. Do not forget that I require my sustenance. Hm, perhaps I am getting mad, speaking to you as if you were a real person. Yet, in my head you are. Ah, you kept me sane these last few months.

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Racing women.

Hello from the tropical Island I am stranded on.

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She melted into his kiss, her lips soft and pliant against his as she swallowed his kisses again and again, tasting him fully, inhaling the scent of salt, and the sea, and the familiar musk unique to him. “’Den I am ‘appy,” she murmured, one hand resting softly upon his chest, “to be in your arms again. Never fear Roche,” she assured him. “I shall no’ allow you to go wandering for so long ever again. I shall tie you up if necessary, or even kill you if I must, to keep you from leaving,” she said before placing a delicate kiss to his lips.

Taking a life away, only Vianca could make that sound romantic, then again they were both probably rather high on the scale of sociopathy, yet together that might cancel out. "I am sure that you and I will not part again." A small smile appears to then let her go from his arms. "Now let's get all of this booty back into the ship and spend the journey back to port together in the cabin, yes?"

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