𝗟𝗜𝜪𝗡𝗛𝝚𝗔𝗥𝗧

if i am anything it is violence

[camryker]

lola-gutierrez·:

LOLA could have been defined with a myriad of adjectives and expressions. She was too naïve. Too trusting. She refused to see other people’s flaws. The list could have easily gone on, however, even Lola had to admit that a lot of what they thought they knew about the pirates were based on the stereotypes their parents would feed them. The princess still wanted to believe that they weren’t all bad, no matter how gullible that might make her. But, the statement also gave room for the reversal to be proven true as well, for not all the royals were the same. A chuckle emerged from the woman. “Well, that can also be arranged,” she stated, her shoulders drawing up and down in a shrug, the faintest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

“I wouldn’t say I broke out of the habit though,” Lola contented, her head moving from side to side in a negative gesture. “It’s more like… That was never a habit I was very good at keeping up with,” she found herself explaining, her shoulders moving in what was an almost apologetic manner. “As for things being good or bad,” she found something else in his sentence to talk about. “I always prefer to have an optimistic approach to things. I like to see everything as an opportunity, and, I know that there’s never been an occasion in which most of us had been offered the same sort of thing we’re being offered here,” Lola pointed out. She was thoroughly aware that this was an unpopular opinion she had, one that others couldn’t quite understand, however, never before had she been given the chance to figure out what was it that she really wanted, and here… Well, at least she could explore.

“EASY there your highness. At least invite me to dinner first.” His grin answered hers. Himself not oblivious to the colour creeping up her cheeks. Somehow that widened the grin further still. 

“You princesses really are plucked out of the pages of fairytales aren’t you?” While he remembered communicating the same sentiment to Belle once as a joke between friends, never had he thought that his own words that were said in jest would prove true. Yet more and more he was faced with that same possibility. Cameron was not a cynic, anyone who knew him could tell you that, but while he was still optimistic and had little reservations in giving people the benefit of the doubt he was also a realist and a pragmatist. No good deed went unanswered, and those who abused his learned quickly to not make the same mistake twice. While they had the former in common, he could not confidently say the same of the latter. Perhaps this...unconditional faith was the only way they knew to survive the ordeal in which they were put in. In that way he did not move to judge her so harshly but was rather endeared to the princess’ plight, as well as those that were like her. 

“Do you sing to birds as well? Should I be mindful of what tree I stand under in case you order them to start sweeping down on me all Hitchcock-like?” Assuming the princess had it in her to order such malicious acts to begin with. Somehow he doubted that. 

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sam-karver‌:

“I wonder how long you can remain so nice after talking to some of them.” She honestly tried hard to tolerate them, sometimes. And simply there were some, if not most that were terrible “Honestly, in some cases I think their countries will be better without them, let their parents pop other heir and let the one here drown or something. She laughed and shrugged “I love it and I appreciate you smuggling any type of alcohol but I know that you aren’t crazy about wine. I’m just saying there is beer.”

 “MAYBE I just lucked out and met the more tolerable ones,” he said with a grin. Although Cameron knew better than to spring to violence at the first word spouted from the royals’ lips that did not please his ears, but met them with polite indifference maybe even a joke regardless of whether it was to his own expense or not. It was the only way to stomach most of them. Sam was right on one account however; Cameron would have preferred the simple taste of a cold beer over any wine. “In that case, I’ll take the beer then, unfortunately my palate is not nearly as expensive as what you may be used to.”

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prettiwaves·:

Waverly laughed out loud. “They’re not. Not that a few of them aren’t that good looking. They just don’t seem as adventurous in the bedroom. I’m not afraid to test a few out. I just assume I’ll be going back to the pirate sex I know and love. We are far more entertaining I’ve found.”  She offered with a shrug. “And how about you?”

CAMERON'S shoulder raised and fell in a shrug, “oh I don’t know. As much as they try and act pure and chaste, I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t have a few vices that they are just dying to satisfy.” At her question, he answered first with raised brow. “How about me what?” It was a fair imitation of false innocence, but of course the truth was clear and it was that he would be lying if he said he had not found his eyes straying on more than one occasion.

[camryker]

jackatsea·:

“A lot. You’ve got to make sure the gunners are doing their job correctly and boss everyone else around. Light a lot of tails on fire like mine.” Jack replied with a cheeky smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. His hands were already starting to feel better. “Do you want to be captain?”

JACK had always had a gift for making people laugh, and Cameron was not immune his boyish charm, the chuckle that led his reply was proof of this. “Better me light your tail than you lighting your own hands on fire mate.” He countered in jest. The question that followed brought Cameron to silence. He had to think for a moment before he could give him an answer. “Er, no.” He said finally, “no, I don’t think so. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I used to—but, not anymore. To be honest with ya mate, I don’t think I have what it takes to be captain. What Roman does…some of the choices he has to make; to have to sacrifice things, people, friends, for the sake of the cause. I don’t think I can do that.”

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alexxlawrence·:

‘‘It’s just a fucking lock, Ryker.’‘ Alex snapped. Jesus fucking Christ. Now what? ‘‘I’ll fucking fix it myself if it’s that much of a problem.’‘ He had been back on the island for only a week, so far he had almost drowned one of the princesses, shot at a prince, had Belle put him on island arrest, found his father’s lighter in the possession of a princess and had that same princess break his collarbone only for Natalie to refuse him easy access to oxy. And now here was Cam calling him a piece of shit. What the hell had he done now?

AT first, his eyebrow pulled together, confused at first, but then upon realising that Alex was still oblivious to the source of Cameron’s anger, the heat that was burning in his chest flared. “What? Fuck me mate— I’m not talking about a fucking lock, you selfish drongo! I’m talking about you pissing off to bloody god knows where, doing god knows what, without a bloody word to anyone mate!” He was shouting, but somehow the words seemed less angry as he went on. He just sounded hurt. “Without a word to me. You were gone for ages. I was ready to raise the whole bloody island to go out and find you. I thought you were dead! I thought we were mates!” 

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alexandra-vogel·:

“It does sound like an interesting place… Even with the reputation that there are many things there that can kill you.” She had heard about so many insects and animals that were very dangerous but still Australia sounded nice. “Do you miss it?” she asked hoping she wasn’t prying too much. and by the way he talked about his family maybe there were things he rather not talk about and she hoped he didn’t get upset or anything.

“Oh… Really?” She had already though that in a weird way they were safer her than back home with a war threatening to start at any moment, but then she worried about everyone that was there, mainly her family. 

CAMERON chuckled. The stereotypes of Australia never failing to be a source of amusement. “Well it’s like most things that want to kill you. If you stay out of its way and leave it alone, I reckon you’ll be ‘right.” The laughter sounded almost hollow when the princess’ curiosity paved way to the second question.  “Er, no, I don’t think so. Funnily enough, when you’re own country is out to kill you and your mates, you sort of lose that attachment.” He tried to answer it as best his could; to keep the bitterness from poisoning his words. The princess, after all, was not the blame.

“Well I’m not really at liberty to disclose what is and isn’t happening on the mainland, but yeah I reckon you are.” Which was not a lie. It seemed that the only person that was privy to the intricacies of the affairs of the mainland was Roman himself.  “I mean, you’re treated well aren’t you? You’ve got food, water, a hot shower, fresh clothes and a bed to sleep in.” As far as Cameron was concerned the royals had relatively large freedom for someone who was supposedly hostage of the pirates.

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badgyalnadia‌:

She quietly sighed, taking one deep inhale and exhale before speaking. Nadia’s mind was in a lull, stuck between a mild state of drowsiness and an even higher concentration of inebriation. “Mainly issues regarding my country and how I can be a better leader. And this war, I want no part in it and yet here I am, a captive of the Tulachs.” Nadia replied with a yawn, not as angry as she had been when sober and digesting her reality. “I’m so tired of it all.”

HE could feel her breath, hot on his neck where his shirt did not reach— acutely aware of how close she was; how warm she was draped over his arm. Cameron turned his gaze downward. He could see the fatigue drawing lines across her face, though he could not decide whether that was due to the weight of the crown or the cause of one two many bottles of alcohol. Perhaps both. In any case, she had won his sympathies. “I don’t think anyone wants a war, but the truth is, sometimes it’s the only language that people understand. Pirates don’t exactly have much in the way of speaking in court of law.” No, a pirate’s justice was on the stage of a public execution. “We’re supposed to be monsters, remember?”

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nataliexmoore·:

Natalie blinked at the boy as he walked into her office, bloody, bruised and obviously not the victor of his skirmish. She sighed. What was it with pirates and random acts of violence? “Geez,” she said, leaning down to look over the boy’s face. A gash on his nose, a busted lip and a definite black eye. She poured a bit of antiseptic on a gauze and gave him a reassuring look. “This is gonna hurt for a second, okay?” He ignored her, settling for instead wincing in pain as she set to cleaning his wound. “What in the world were you fighting about?” She questioned quietly as he worked. The boy glared at her. “None of your business.” Instead of frowning, she smiled and shrugged, continuing on with her work. “I get it. It’s fine… Don’t let Cameron scare you. He acts like he’s never been to my office for his own cuts and bruises before.” She sent a teasing smile his way before continuing with her work.

“ME? Scary?” Cameron said, a hand held over his heart. Scandalised. “What would give you that impression?” He was only a 6 foot 6 giant with the training of a soldier, the roughness of a street fighter and the physique of one. Although the lopsided grin that could always be found sewn across his lips had a way of softening those hard edges. That— and his tendency to bring in more boys like the one that seated opposite from Natalie now. The big brother that nobody asked for, and yet the one that was frequently called upon when fights, like these, needed breaking up. “Yeah, she usually comes to me. I don’t know if you haven’t already noticed, but I’m a pretty big deal around these parts. So we get special privileges and all that fun stuff.” His words came paired with a wink at the younger pirate. The corner of the boy’s mouth lifted ever so slightly, but before it could form a proper smile a wince of pain brought the corner back down just as quickly. 

“So what’s the damage doc? Is he gonna live to fight another or should I get a start on finding a replacement?”

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princenaelxdlf‌:

   You don’t see Roman, Roman sees you. It was an ominous warning, one that Nael did not wish to take lightly. There was a name to be feared, one whose appearance was not even guaranteed. And yet, by name alone, it had already struck and bored into the prince’s mind, without hesitation. 

   “I…” gripping the bottle tightly, Nael averted his gaze briefly towards the floor, finding his words, “I did not know that there are worst piratas to be feared.” As if it was not enough, there was a big bad waiting in the shadows, ultimately controlling them all. The sole good thing out of this conversation was that the Argentinian finally had a name to work with. Roman Tulach. 

CAMERON could see the visible shift in the prince; the tightened grip around the bottle, the drop of what was once a steady gaze. Roman Tulach’s name surely had the intended effect. A chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest and then poured from his mouth and into the bottle as Cameron brought the beer up to his lips. “There will always be worst pirates mate. You think the ones that you see here on the island is all there are? The world of pirates is a lot bigger than your newspapers and intelligence are willing to let on-- or even begin to cover. The Tulach colony just happen to be the only one who’s actually fighting for a bigger cause than any silly little feud between pirates and royals. Other pirates break things and steal things, but the Tulach challenges their whole political system. That’s what makes them so bloody dangerous.” 

He put the bottle down, his second one finished and already reaching for a third. “One man’s rebel is another man’s leader and all that.”

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edenofmonaco‌:

Eden’s eyes went wide at the thought of hanging around while her keeper had ‘company’, but she felt the flush that threatened to rise in her skin retreat as Cameron stopped himself mid-sentence. Still, as Cameron gathered his thoughts Eden gathered herself, hyper-focusing on chopping up a sprig of celery as kitchen ambience filled the air for a few moments. She still managed to make the pieces look about as different in size and shape as a handful of Legos, but the pirate didn’t seem to mind as he added them in with his own.

As they worked beside each other, Eden’s eyes did eventually begin to wander a bit, and for the first time they took in the pirate’s hands as they worked; calloused and scarred and experienced. Suddenly what he’d told her of his past seemed more tangible then it had before, easier to believe perhaps. Such a life he must have already lived, while her journey to this island and the time she’d spent upon it so far was the most eventful her life had ever been. It almost made her feel childish in comparison to the man beside her; she just hoped Cameron didn’t see her that way.

Eden’s gaze turned up to the pirate as he voiced his amusement at the topic she’d brought up before the preceding pause in conversation. But the sound didn’t stir anything resembling embarrassment within the princess, rather making her grin in unison with him as their dinner began to truly take shape around them. Princes? She let out a breathy chuckle at Cameron’s question, quirking a brow at his use of the plural and wondering if he thought her fickle.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Eden began wth a tilt of her head, omitting the bit about how oblivious she’d sometimes been in the past. “Being the youngest of four heirs means that my…availability…is a bit of an afterthought as far as mum and dad are concerned. So I haven’t been ‘auctioned off’ yet, if that’s what you mean.” the princess explained, her smile lapsing for a moment as she was reminded of her lack of agency in choosing who she would eventually end up with. There was a strange parallel between that reality back home and her ending up under Cameron’s watch here on the island; neither had anything to do with her choices or desires. More and more, Eden was coming to the conclusion that she’d struck gold with Cameron, but if karma was at all at work in this world, then she may very well not get so lucky on the betrothal front. It was something Eden had tried not to dwell on too much throughout her life, and she didn’t intend to start now.

“If that’s not what you mean, well…I’ve had a bit of an avoidance policy on that whole…” she made a circular gesture with her hand a few times. “…thing…for the last little while. My family might not be very concerned with that part of my life at the moment, but the press can be…savage.”

MURDEROUS Monsters. Thieving Thugs. Heartless Hoodlums. Savage Serial Slaughterers. Aside from their comical overuse of alliterations in almost every new headline printed in the papers, the subject of bad press was one that he could sympathise with. “Oh I think I have a pretty good idea of how savage the press can be.” Then again, Cameron did not have the additional pressure of family to add more weight to the burden that was already on his shoulders— and the princess had very little shoulders. 

Cameron divided the contents of the pan into two seperate plates. It was not much in the way of presentation. Underwhelming was a word that comes to mind, but if his villa was of any evidence, Cameron’s skill in the field of aesthetic had always been somewhat  lacking. Balancing the two plates in his hands, he tipped his head toward the deck, “c’mon lovely princess. It’s a clear night tonight, it would be a shame to waste it.”

He led them down a short flight of stairs to the lowest deck. A warm glow cast over the wood by small lamps that sat at each corner of the square of wood. The water lapping at the side though never enough to actually spill onto the deck. He always liked that it was closest to the water. Sitting himself down on one of the lounge chairs, he waited for the princess to do the same before handing her- her plate. “There you are.”

A pleasant silence lasted between them, broken by the occasional clanging of utensils against plates and the waves washing against the wooden stumps below. Again Cameron’s mind found itself wondering back to their earlier conversation. While Cameron had never been overtly romantic, in thought nor in practice, but the thought of being, as the princess put it, ‘auctioned off’ had put him in unease. To be but a fool to forge an alliance in an empire in which she had no hand in crafting. Cameron has had girlfriends in his past, sure— brief romances and misadventures that added to his chronicle of a misspent youth, but even those, brief as they were, were founded on some feeling. No strings. No attachments. Just two kids who for a moment, saw the world the same way, and saw something in each other. They never lasted of course, but that was fine. And as the years went on and history unfolded itself, his romantic endeavours dwindled further to late night passions that did seldom succeed to morning. That was fine too. One consistency that remained was that Cameron had, and always will, be a creature of feeling, and to put them on hold to satisfy the wishes of his family, to appease a people— he was not so selfless in that regard.

“So you’ve really never had a relationship with anyone?” He found himself asking. “You’ve never approached a stranger? Never stumbled home with someone after a long night at the club? Or galas, or whatever it is that you royals go to. Never even kissed anyone?” 

[lysellalannister]

“A couple pain killers and some rest and you’ll be fine in no time.” She said, smiling as her patient walked out of the door, nodding gratefully at her as they did. She smiled at the next person at her door. “Hey, come on in. Uh, if you have a hangover, I cant really do anything for that but offer water and really strong coffee. Otherwise, what can I help you with?”

[camryker]

“IT’S not for me Nat.” Cameron stepped aside from the threshold old and ushered forward one of the younger crew members (he didn’t look any older than nineteen or twenty). A red smear painted across his nose and upper lip, evidence of a poorly cleaned nosebleed and what looked to be the genesis of a black eye. “This one -- sit down over there mate -- this one apparently confused brave with stupid and decided to punch above his weight with one of the bigger boys didn't ya, you bloody drongo.” The boy murmured something beneath his breath that resembled a defence, but Cameron ignored it. “He was knocked around pretty good. Says he’s fine, but I just want to make sure.” 

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badgyalnadia‌:

“I doubt it but I do not wish to keep you hostage. Trust me, it’s no fun.” She laughed at the irony of her words, letting the sound fade in and out until it completely died off her lips. “I always envied people who could fall asleep so easily and without a care in the world. There’s so much on my mind that I can’t fathom a good night’s rest until half of those thoughts have some sort of solution.”

“TOUCHÉ.” His eyebrows shot up into his hairline, eyes half-closed in a gesture of humility. She was right, of course, and there was not much that Cameron could say to alter the harshness of their reality. Perhaps it was because of this guilt that he stayed where he was, and humoured the princess for a little while longer. “And pray tell princess, what are these thoughts of yours that apparently have no solutions?”

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alexandra-vogel·:

“You seem like a very good man to me.” She said honestly, she had just met him but that was the vibe she got from him. then again she always tried to see people as good. “I’ll be careful not to mistake it then.” She said with a light chuckle “Did you liked Australia?” It was one country she had never been at. “Maybe you asking Maddox would make more sense but I think is to see if anyone is coming you know for safety.”

“THAT is very high praise princess,” and not one that Cameron was entirely sure that he was deserving of. Still he accepted it with a gracious thank you even one a small voice had cursed him a liar the moment he did it. “It’s hot…and dry, well, where I grew up more than most anyway. I suppose I like it as much as the next bloke. I mean, my whole family was there. At one point my whole life was there.” Until it wasn’t. Until piracy became a permanent state of affair and the country he once called home would sooner put a bullet in his chest than welcome him back.

“It may be little comfort princess, but take it from someone who at least knows a bit about whatever the hell is going on. From the way things are going out there, the island is probably the safest place you can be right now.”

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dominicwolf·:

His ears perked at the mention of more voyages, although he had just gotten back from personal business. “Up the maintenance? What have you guys been doing since I’ve been gone, letting the ships fall to shambles?” he teased playfully. He winked at Cam. The second part of Cam’s message caused him to pause. “Quick getaway, hm? Just for him or the ones who have been loyal to him for a while now?” he murmured to himself, although of course Cam heard it. “Of course, never question Roman Tulach. he’s the big boss for a reason.” And that was the truth. Dom was just irritated about having to deal with personal things off the island, then getting straight back to work for a mysterious reason as soon as he got back.

“IF THAT is the case, then none of us should have anything to worry about.” Cameron did hear it. While his and Roman’s philosophies and methods did not always align, their differences did not detract from Cameron’s own loyalty to his Captain; to the cause they both stood for. He knew that impatience bred reckless words that are not always accurate to the speakers true beliefs, but reckless words bred foolish actions and foolishness was not something that any of them could afford right now. “I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t always agree with what he does, but I mean— bloody oath, there has to be a reason that he’s still alive for this long, what with every country on earth hunting for his head.” But enough of business talk. “I heard you went off the island for a little while mate, everything ‘right?”

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tatiana-nikolaevna·:

“Oh, I can imagine. Pirates are just the worst.. Imagine if you were forced to spend time with them..” She couldn’t help it as her lips quirked up into a smirk, unable to stop her teasing. In truth, she had gotten used to her captivity on the island and as she continued to grow comfortable around the people on the island, her confidence continued to grow. “Oh, I do apologise. Of course, you must be so innocent, how could I possibly mistake that?” Tatiana laughed softly, the sound almost like a jingle. She looked at his hands as he raised them, her eyebrows rising slightly. “Surely you don’t think me stupid enough to believe that?” The blonde reached out, taking hold of one of his hands in both of hers as she stepped towards him, one index finger pointing out a scar. “If you wouldn’t hurt a fly, how did you get this?” If she was being honest with herself, the danger of not knowing just what he was capable of was the thing keeping her there, seeing how far she could tease him without taking it too far. “Or this, or that one.” Her finger touched gently on another scar before a faded bruise, her eyebrows still raised as she looked up at him. “The hands of a not so innocent man.”

PERHAPS it was because he was so used to seeing people shrink at the mere sight of his scars that Cameron was taken aback by the princess’ apparent ease as she closed her hands around his; touching the mounds of skin that healed over the wound where death’s own hand had laid. Death, and her violent and bloody siblings. If it was merely a show of insouciance then she was a terrific actress. 

Held within each other, he noticed how smooth and soft her skin felt beneath his roughened fingertips. “Not by hurting a fly.” He said, a fact spoken through a smile that omitted the entire truth. No Cameron did not attend these scars by batting the wings of a fly. For one, a fly never meant him harm. Although those who did were at least wise enough to not make the same mistake twice-- assuming that those who did were even given the choice in the first place. 

His eyes followed her finger as it hovered over the plain of damaged skin, pointing to one scar, then another; all of them markers of a violent history and a canvas for an equally bloody future. He met her raised brow with one of his own,  the corner of his mouth turned upward to form a smirk, “yet you are still holding it.”

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sam-karver·:

“I am as well as I can be stuck on this island for months full of royals whining and acting as brats.” She said rolling her eyes and taking a drink of her wine. “I know royalty can be tolerable, and I know we kidnapped them so i can get them being angry but some just act like they are asking for us to hurt them and really I wouldn’t blink an eye breaking their bones, they just seem to think we won’t?” She ranted, she knew what he was talking about though and it wasn’t royals, still she didn’t want to talk about that, there wasn’t much to say anyway. “I have beer by the way” She teased.

“WELL if we’re being technical about it, the order was not to kill them. Although you know me, ever the pacifist, I do not condone violence against anyone.” Said he, a towering giant who tore his knuckle bloody earning money in illegal fighting rings before becoming a pirate; a career notorious for its dealing in bloodshed and violence. Even as he smiled, there was a hint of wickedness in them. Yet when he steered them back to her, the wickedness dissipated to give way to something much softer and kinder. They both knew what was not spoken, but if she did not want to talk about it than he had no business in pushing her, so he didn’t. 

“So are you saying that I smuggled this,” he held up the very expensive bottle of white wine, “out of the kitchen for nothing?” He said, scandalised.

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princenaelxdlf‌:

   As the other man spoke, Nael offered him his full, undivided attention. It was key, that the prince listen to the piratas, in order to unearth whatever information he could use to aid in understanding them all. Swirling the contents of the beer bottle, his chocolate hues remained trailed and focused on the pirate. It was a lot of information to take in, but it was needed. Especially as the name of their leader was uttered. Roman. He had heard of the name before, but he was unsure as to who from, or where. “Roman? Roman Tulach?” the Argentinian queried cautiously, trying to burn the name into his brain. “Is he the leader of all of this?”

AT THE height of the pirate age, those who did not know the name Roman Tulach seemed few and far between. Cameron’s own name was one that was frequently sought out by the army but that was only through association; get the right hand and you get the main man.

Tulach was a name that was feared and revered in equal measure, and Roman did that. Cameron had stood at the man’s side for close to a decade, sailed and dined and fought beside him, and yet his fame had always made him a sort of phantom; a sort of myth that could never be fully comprehended. He grinned into the bottle as he brought it up to his lips, “if you’re looking for an audience mate, expect to be disappointed. Bloody oath— even I sometimes go on days without seeing him. You don’t see Roman, Roman sees you.”