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𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 : dependent roleplay blog for avastrp penned by alex ( she/her , 30 , cst ).
𝐼. 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑦 .
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❛ you don't have to pretend you missed me. ❜
"pretend?" he feigns offense, hand placed over his chest as his jaw falls open, "how dare you accuse me of such a thing?" the facade doesn't last long because a dimpled smile soon dances across his lips. "you know i missed you," hums as he tucks raven tresses behind her ear, "i value your friendship." pokes her cheek gently, "besides, seeing you is like seeing the stars come out on a cloudy night…you're a constellation."
❛ i can take care of you for once. ❜ — dorian & mattias
eyelashes flutter as blue hues settle on dorian's features, strong and so handsome. does he realize how captivating he is? does he realize he has mattias ( and all of tortuga ) under his spell? all mattias has ever wanted was affection - - he'd give anything to have it, he'd give himself away and let his body and heart belong to anyone but himself if it meant he could have a sliver of a semblance of love. mattias sits in the elder's lap, fingers reaching up to brush along his chiseled jawline, "what do you mean by that?" doe eyes search for answers in dorian's warm gaze. dorian is the only one he melts for, the only one whose touch turns him golden. "i need saving, dorian…" teeth sink into his lower brim - - the truth a secret meant only for dorian to know.
who: thomas burke & open! where: our lady of the sea
Thomas had never ministered in such a quiet church. He had lived in towns with a handful of residents and still, the pews would fill for Mass. He had served in cities, to congregations of hundreds, all revelling in the sanctity and community of the church. But here, in what felt like the most dense and alive place he had ever been, the church remained empty almost all of the time. He stood at one of the south facing windows, looking down over the hill at the busy port below. A soft sigh escaped him before he chewed on the inside of his lip, mulling over the impossible tasks he had been sent here to achieve. Firstly, to bring God to these people. Secondly, to save himself. Both a lost cause.
Whipping his head around at the sound of the large wooden door creaking, a smile broke out on his face almost immediately. "Welcome!" He proclaimed, his voice echoing off of the drab stone walls. Perhaps this enthusiasm was partly the reason people had been staying away. "How may I be of service?"
growing up, mattias had never been much of a churchgoer ( more often than not, weaseling his way out of the crowd whenever his parents attempted to drag him along to service ). he wasn't meant for quiet spaces or practiced rituals, so eventually they gave up. and, after his loss, mattias was no longer interested in entertaining religion. what loving deity would take his beloved, pure-hearted sister at such a young age? but, mattias had found himself restless ( and curious ) on the island and decided to make the journey up the hill to our lady of the sea, if nothing more than something to occupy his time.
as he steps inside, sunlight spills through the stained-glass windows - - beautiful, but deceiving. the chapel feels sacred, but there's a haunting veil settling in the air, as if the lord above is saying that mattias doesn't belong there. and then, he's met with a bright ( and handsome ) smile, and mattias wonders if perhaps he does belong there. "bonjour, mon beau," accent rolls off his tongue, words falling slow and sweet like honey. fingers run through golden tresses as mattias looks around the chapel. "i'm just…exploring," he hums, "the lord and i aren't on speaking terms." blue eyes lift and a loopy smile curves onto his lips, "though, you and i could be."
[ benjamin voisin, cis man, twenty-nine, he/him ] for the crimes of piracy MATTIAS BELLAMY is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS. they’re famously known to be part of the THE STORM'S EYE as their SWIFTHAND. before engaging be warned as they can be HEEDLESS & FLIPPANT, but if you’re lucky they’ll be CHARMING & EBULLIENT. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of LAUGHTER THAT ECHOES DOWN HALLWAYS, SALT WATER TO CLEAN EXTERNAL AND INTERNAL WOUNDS, & A LOOPY SMILE WITH A LOYAL HEART.