Captain Charles Vane

👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather. - CaptainCharlesVxne

The First Snowfall Starters || @captaincharlesvxne

Ariel’s shaken out of her thoughts by him placing his jacket over her as she sits by the docks. A sudden chill had come across the island for the last couple of days, causing a few ships to stay longer than needed. Ariel pulls his coat a little tighter around her shoulders and mutters, “Thanks…”

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“Sounds like a good idea…” he gave her a side eye, quirking his brow, “if you like the idea of your ship breaking up or hitting a reef.” That was as close as he would get to speaking up in worry for her safety. That’s just how it had to be, they’d be cold to each other but rarely they’d care. Those times were few and far between though, at least as far as he knew. Charles Vane may be many things but one thing he was not, was a mind reader.”

“Well I always have romanticized dying at sea. I really wouldn’t have it any other way. It’d be a hell of a lot less painless than dying by hanging.” Ariel smirks, “My ship can handle more than what people might think…”

“I’d have to agree with you on that.” He nodded, wearing a matching smirk. “And on death. I’d rather find it on the sea. Dying a dry death at land’s worse than a watery grave.”

“But then again, I don’t want to condemn my men to that just yet.” She shrugs, “I’ll have to wait and see after I get the supplies together.”

“Or you could play it smart.” Vane said matter-of-factly, rocking on his heels, “Storm’s coming. Trade ships are gunna need somewhere to ride it out. Nowhere for a weeks sail in the coming weather apart from Nassau if they’re near the area. Pick them off when they try the bay for shelter.”

👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather. - CaptainCharlesVxne

The First Snowfall Starters || @captaincharlesvxne

Ariel’s shaken out of her thoughts by him placing his jacket over her as she sits by the docks. A sudden chill had come across the island for the last couple of days, causing a few ships to stay longer than needed. Ariel pulls his coat a little tighter around her shoulders and mutters, “Thanks…”

captaincharlesvxne:

“Sounds like a good idea…” he gave her a side eye, quirking his brow, “if you like the idea of your ship breaking up or hitting a reef.” That was as close as he would get to speaking up in worry for her safety. That’s just how it had to be, they’d be cold to each other but rarely they’d care. Those times were few and far between though, at least as far as he knew. Charles Vane may be many things but one thing he was not, was a mind reader.”

“Well I always have romanticized dying at sea. I really wouldn’t have it any other way. It’d be a hell of a lot less painless than dying by hanging.” Ariel smirks, “My ship can handle more than what people might think…”

“I’d have to agree with you on that.” He nodded, wearing a matching smirk. “And on death. I’d rather find it on the sea. Dying a dry death at land’s worse than a watery grave.”

👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather. - CaptainCharlesVxne

The First Snowfall Starters || @captaincharlesvxne

Ariel’s shaken out of her thoughts by him placing his jacket over her as she sits by the docks. A sudden chill had come across the island for the last couple of days, causing a few ships to stay longer than needed. Ariel pulls his coat a little tighter around her shoulders and mutters, “Thanks…”

Charles nodded, expressionless as he stood beside her, folding his arms. “A storm’s coming. Wouldn’t want to be out on those seas any time soon.” He said shortly, glancing at her for a quick second before turning his gaze back to the sea.

“I’m aware…” Ariel replies, “I’ve already been here for a week as it is and I’m getting bored. I might just risk it all and head out.”

“Sounds like a good idea...” he gave her a side eye, quirking his brow, “if you like the idea of your ship breaking up or hitting a reef.” That was as close as he would get to speaking up in worry for her safety. That’s just how it had to be, they’d be cold to each other but rarely they’d care. Those times were few and far between though, at least as far as he knew. Charles Vane may be many things but one thing he was not, was a mind reader.”

👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather. - CaptainCharlesVxne

The First Snowfall Starters || @captaincharlesvxne

Ariel’s shaken out of her thoughts by him placing his jacket over her as she sits by the docks. A sudden chill had come across the island for the last couple of days, causing a few ships to stay longer than needed. Ariel pulls his coat a little tighter around her shoulders and mutters, “Thanks…”

Charles nodded, expressionless as he stood beside her, folding his arms. “A storm’s coming. Wouldn’t want to be out on those seas any time soon.” He said shortly, glancing at her for a quick second before turning his gaze back to the sea.

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“I am the descendant of a hero, a user of the force. I fight for no one but myself.” - Tara Kyrdall

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“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

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“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”

Charles rolled his eyes, speeding up to cut infront of her and turn, blocking her way. “That’s a shame. I’m not.” He replied, voice full of snark as he folded his arms and tilted his head to look at her with an impassive expression, “What’ve I done this time for you to act like this?”

She stops right in front of him and just looks up at him with an annoyed look, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Oh, by the way…” she flicks a coin at him, “Here’s your earnings from that raid on that party. Couldn’t have done it without you but I did.” Ariel then storms off into the tavern.

#fierceLioness #Through Sheer Force of Will|| Black Sails Verse

Another eye roll followed her words as he caught the single coin in his hand. He’d forgotten about that raid, his mind having been otherwise occupied for the past while. Apparently even the famed Charles Vane couldn’t brush off the past as easily as he wished to. Oh well, at least that coin she’d given him would come in useful in buying more drink to dull his senses.

“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

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“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”

#fierceLioness #Through Sheer Force of Will|| Black Sails Verse

Charles rolled his eyes, speeding up to cut infront of her and turn, blocking her way. “That’s a shame. I’m not.” He replied, voice full of snark as he folded his arms and tilted his head to look at her with an impassive expression, “What’ve I done this time for you to act like this?”

“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

@captaincharlesvxne

“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”

captaincharlesvxne:

“And what have I done to not deserve it?” Charles asked, quirking an eyebrow at her as a small smirk grew on his face. This was good, this was safe territory. Arguements and anger at him he could understand, he could deal with. It just seemed to be everything else on the spectrum of human emotion that he had trouble grasping without messing up. After all, for most of his life fighting was the only way to survive. He supposed that once that becomes the way you live then it’s only a matter of time before the rest of these emotions get pushed to the periphery.

For an instant, she wants to snap at him and shove him out of the room… But that’s just what he wants and she knew it. Her nails digging into her own arm ease up and she simply smiles while turning to face him, “Know what? You really aren’t worth it right now.”

Ariel walks toward him, pushing past him to get out of the room, “Now I need a drink.”

Turning to watch her walk away, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, following at a safe distance should she wish to make her displeasure at his presence known at the end of a sword. “You know it’s rather rude to not answer a question, love.” Charles said, knowing he was goading her in all likelihood but finding a little pleasure at having a reaction. A tightness in his chest may not be the most pleasant sensation, but it was better than the numbness he’d been drinking himself into the last week or two. Honestly, he wasn’t too sure how long it had been. Time passes very differently when one’s trapped in their head in a drunken stupor, “A lady like yourself should know that, Ariel.”

“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

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“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”

captaincharlesvxne:

Aware of her eyes on him he knew he couldn’t reasonably put the intevitable moment off any longer with looking at the tree before him, he slowly turned his gaze to hers. The scowl slipped off his face for a moment to be replaced with the look a child might wear when being told off before he regained control and looked back at her impassively. Coming up with excuses on the spot had always been his strong suit yet at this moment, when he needed it most of all, his talent for lies seemed to fail him. After a hearty pause he folded his arms in a position that almost mimicked hers, “I had a drink?” The statement came out as more of a question and he internally cursed himself as he tried to pull back any semblance of control to the situation, “And that’s ‘Captain’ Vane, love.”

She rolls her eyes at his pathetic excuse, muttering under her breath, “You had a drink…” Ariel turns her back on him, replying in a cold voice, “No, it’s Captain when the other fully respects you and sees you as a person worthy of the title… So for now, you’re Mr. Vane.”

“And what have I done to not deserve it?” Charles asked, quirking an eyebrow at her as a small smirk grew on his face. This was good, this was safe territory. Arguements and anger at him he could understand, he could deal with. It just seemed to be everything else on the spectrum of human emotion that he had trouble grasping without messing up. After all, for most of his life fighting was the only way to survive. He supposed that once that becomes the way you live then it’s only a matter of time before the rest of these emotions get pushed to the periphery.

“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

@captaincharlesvxne

“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”

Never one to enjoy being caught off guard, Charles was actually rather glad to find himself unable to tear his gaze from the monstrosity in front of him when she asked for a reason. There hadn’t been one, not really. His mind had wandered and his feet took him in a direction he didn’t even realise he was going until he arrived. Until he had already let himself through the door he hadn’t even realised exactly where he was, at least until the glaring deep green… thing in front of him caught him unawares.

As always with Charles Vane, silence was the best policy (though in cases not involving the woman in front of him the silence was often followed by the dead, or at least extreme beating of another), so he elected to deflect with another short statement “I hope you kept the money for that.” He remarked gruffly, leaning against the doorframe with a slight scowl.

“Whether I did or didn’t, it’s none of your business. Now stop avoiding my question, Mr. Vane.”

The lack of ‘Captain’ or ‘Charles’ prefacing his name should be his indication that she is not very happy with his presence at the moment. Any warm atmosphere that was there freezes over immediately and her gaze moves to his in a hard look.

“What, in the name of all that is holy, are you doing here?” She asks once more, crossing her arms over her chest as she turns to look at him.

Aware of her eyes on him he knew he couldn’t reasonably put the intevitable moment off any longer with looking at the tree before him, he slowly turned his gaze to hers. The scowl slipped off his face for a moment to be replaced with the look a child might wear when being told off before he regained control and looked back at her impassively. Coming up with excuses on the spot had always been his strong suit yet at this moment, when he needed it most of all, his talent for lies seemed to fail him. After a hearty pause he folded his arms in a position that almost mimicked hers, “I had a drink?” The statement came out as more of a question and he internally cursed himself as he tried to pull back any semblance of control to the situation, “And that’s ‘Captain’ Vane, love.”

🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! (jackrxckham)

@jackrxckhamTo say Charles Vane was not amused would be an understatement. How Jack had convinced him that the best thing for crew morale was a Christmas tree was a mystery he had no answer to, and probably never would have. With every pine needle that stabbed into his calloused palms as he tried to hang decorations he could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner. “Damnit Jack!” Vane snarled, rocking back on his heels to examine the small cut the blasted tree had inflicted on him this time. He could handle being shot, he could handle life threatening injuries, but the small cuts always seemed to be the most painful for some godawful reason. “That’s it. We’re throwing it over the side.” And that was saying something. While Charles did indulge in the finer things in life, the cost of this damned imported tree was already more than he had been willing to pay and throwing it over the side was a waste of money even for him.

“It looks like a Christmas tree...” - CaptainCharlesVxne

@captaincharlesvxne

“Well, that’s because it is!” Ariel smiles, not turning to look at the person walking in. “The crew really wanted one so I commissioned someone to put one together…” She trails off, looking back at him, a deep frown forming on her face, “What are you doing here?”