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John Rolfe from Pocahontas II - Day 9 Procreate (Saeki G-Pen)

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I was looking through Pocahontas 2 screenshots for an entirely different reason but this is what happened.

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((Mun had a dream last night involving Rolfe and Pocahontas being cute in the modern era together ;a; <3))

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Pocahontas forced a smile. “Y-yes, just fine, I’m sure…” she echoed. For the true reason she had asked the question was not so much that she expected him to be nervous, but that she was herself. Would her father second guess her decision? Would he be critical of Rolfe? What would he think of it when he finally learned that John Smith was still alive? And what of Tatonayak, the warrior who had asked Powhatan for her hand just a week before she had departed for London? He had been on a spirit quest when John Rolfe had arrived, thus denying him the chance to protest to her departure. Not that she cared much for his opinion, but he certainly did have the charisma to rile up the other warriors and the whole tribe when something pissed him off.

Pocahontas found herself sinking into her worried thoughts just as the breakfast bell rang, which startled her out of her reverie. “Come ’n get it!” cried the galley chef.

Pocahontas crinkled her lip. “I don’t know about you, John, but I can’t stomach any more gruel or biscuits. The harvest festival should be starting this week so we have many feasts to look forward to when we reach land. I’d prefer to wait,” she professed, scratching Meeko behind the ears. Percy immediately perked up at the mention of the word ‘feasts.’ He waddled over to Pocahontas and looked up at her, drooling profusely. Then he yapped a few times.

Glancing up, Pocahontas could see her favorite diving cliff in the distance as it loomed nearer. She hoped the water was not too cold yet so she could have one last swan dive before the cold season came. She did not mind chilly water. She sighed, feeling a sense of loss at the passing of the warm season. She had spent over half the year performing a gravely important duty for the survival of her tribe and, in doing so, had missed all the fun that came with spring and summer. It was something she looked forward to every year, and this year she had missed it. But maybe, with any luck, there would be a little bit left for her to enjoy.

She glanced up at John Rolfe with a small smirk, thinking the most fun of all would be dragging him into it. Since Nakoma’s marriage, she had been far less available for their old fun and games. But in John Rolfe’s case, Pocahontas was fortunate to command his full attention. She poked him. “If the water isn’t too cold, do you want to go swimming when we get back?” she asked.

Rolfe knew by now how to recognize the signs that something was bothering her, due to her unusual smile and repetition of his own words hesitantly. He could not be sure, but could only assume she was also nervous about breaking the news to her father. As she had every right to be. He was not sure of her full history with John Smith, but he could only imagine that caused some friction before, and so for Pocahontas to bring another suitor from the land across the ocean was probably going to be awkward. Nonetheless, he was willing to do whatever it took to prove himself worthy to her people. Both he and Pocahontas had worked so hard for peace between their respective worlds, and unintentionally, their union could very well bring that dream to fruition.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on these thoughts once breakfast is announced, and he snaps back to the present conversation. He winces a little and nods to her reluctance to eat. “The food on board does get tiring after a while. ...Just try not to go too long without eating, Pocahontas.” The tone is his voice is very gentle, not as a command but genuine concern. “But I look forward to experiencing the wonderful food your people make. If I can be of any help in this festival-“ His words are interrupted by Meeko’s yaps, to which he grins with a raised eyebrow.

It doesn’t take long for the impressive landscape ahead to gain more clarity. Rolfe notices her watching the horizon and its features with focus. He can only imagine she’s recognizing specific parts of her homeland, often traveled. Just as he steps more closely alongside her to watch, she springs a question he doesn’t expect. His face exposes a tremendous blush. “Swimming? I, I’d have to, I mean if that’s something we could- if there’s nothing that- erm,” He stammers through, trying to form a sentence that he hasn’t even managed to establish mentally yet. For his gentlemanly customs, it would be pushing boundaries a bit too far, but it was clear to Pocahontas it was not the case for her people. Or at least for her. And after all, he was committed to her completely.

Still rather flustered, Rolfe manages to finish his thoughts. “If it’s a suitable temperature for swimming…I suppose we can. Of course.” Manners restrained him from any enthusiastic ‘yes’, but he would be grateful for some time alone with her. Not in the sense that he planned on trying anything - he didn’t - but the two of them had been so busy on their journey, it would be wonderful to wind down and enjoy one another’s company without pressing matters.

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Meeko went limp in John Rolfe’s arms, his head lolling back. When Pocahontas ran into them on deck, she looked slightly startled at the state Meeko was in. He looked barely half conscious. The crisp autumn breeze barely roused Meeko and Pocahontas could see his nose muscles twitching to sample the refreshing atmosphere. Still, he did not move much otherwise. Pocahontas took a hold of one of his paws and he looked up briefly, but then returned to his reposed state. She looked relieved. “Okay, he’s alive. Phew,” she uttered, releasing the paw.

“John, I need to go get my things. Keep Meeko up here for a minute. I don’t think the stuffy air below deck helps his sickness much,” she remarked, sliding past him down the staircase. She returned all of thirty seconds later with a buckskin knapsack on her back and a sleeping pug dog in her arms. Percy, being accustomed to privilege, always liked to sleep in if he could. Pocahontas shook him gently in an effort to rouse him. He yawned as she set him on his feet and then stretched slowly and lazily, squinting his eyes at the bright morning sun. He yawned again and then started sniffing around, already in pursuit of breakfast.

Pocahontas turned her attention to John Rolfe, relieving him of the burden of carrying Meeko. “I hope you slept well last night, John,” she said as she gently hauled Meeko over her right shoulder. He laid there, unmoving, like a limp cloth doll. “I sent Flit to rouse the villagers. They should be there to meet us by the time we arrive at Jamestown.” One corner of her lips curled up. “Are you… nervous about meeting my father again?” she curiously inquired.

Truly, the little critter had not handled this voyage well, not that the first was any less troublesome. Given his even worse state today, it was a relief to know he was still hanging in there, if just very seasick. His expression eased as her worry did as well. He nodded in response to her request. “Of course, Pocahontas. He certainly needs the fresh air more than he realizes.”

Rolfe made his way fully onto the main deck, keeping an eye on the animal in his arms before doing anything else. He paced a few times before seeing Pocahontas return from below deck, knapsack in tow and the little dog he had come to know as Percy in her arms. Of course said luxury was short-lived for the little dog and he was placed down on the floor, to which gave her the ability to take Meeko from him. Once the animal was free from his grasp, he patted the raccoon on the head affectionately before addressing Pocahontas again. “I did, thank you. I hope you also rested well. It’s a rather big day today, isn’t it?”

He glanced over his shoulder for a few brief moments, catching the New World’s lands in the distance. His head turned back, his face a bit flushed from her question. “Ah well...a little.” A nervous chuckle followed, before his voice softened with sincerity. “But with you by my side, I know everything will be fine.”

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With his fur disheveled from lack of grooming or care, Meeko groaned pitifully and pushed the small barrel away as he turned toward the stairs John Rolfe had directed his attention to. On wobbly legs, Meeko glanced up the narrow stairwell, which looked like an endlessly steep mountain from the raccoon’s low viewpoint. Meeko’s eyes swept up John Rolfe’s form, onto his stout shoulder. Such an ideal perch, an easy place to ride to his desired destination, but Meeko felt too weak to climb the erect human form as he normally would have. He swallowed his furry pride and face-planted on the wooden planks with a pronounced squeak, stretching out his little black paws toward Rolfe in a desperate plea to be carried.

Meanwhile, back on the bow, Pocahontas raced down the stairs and hopped onto the quarterdeck, heading straight for the stairwell that would lead her to the first level below the ship. It was on that level that her personal cabin was situated and where she hoped to find both Percy and Meeko fast asleep. Besides her furry companions, she needed to procure the few things she had brought with her on the voyage to England in the first place.

“Oh! Careful now-” Rolfe exclaimed as he saw the small creature plummet to the floor, and crouched down. He looked on with interest as the little thing struggled to ask for help, but the humble gesture managed to put a smile on his face. “Of course, come here.” He followed the cue and lifted the raccoon up and into his arms with ease, standing as he did so. This must have been a very long trip for him, and Rolfe could only be grateful that he himself had such a strong stomach for all the ships he had been on in the past. The gentleman’s fingers lightly scratched behind Meeko’s ears in a further attempt to help the animal relax as he finally began his climb up the stairs.

Even before he reached the deck, a briskness to the air grazed him just before passing the threshold. Truly, summer was over. Just as he stepped onto the main deck, Rolfe noticed Pocahontas coming toward the stairs. A warm smile spread across his lips, which turned to an amused one as he realized that he’s still holding Meeko. “I found him down below. He’ll be happy to know we’re landing today.”

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It was the crack of dawn on the first sunny day in weeks. Pocahontas was already awake and on deck, as usual, ever anticipating the moment of return to her homeland. Magenta sunlight glimmered on the misty horizon as Pocahontas stared dreamily into the murky water. She leaned against the ship’s wooden railing with her left hip, meanwhile her right hand was fiddling with the shiny cowrie shell hanging from her turquoise necklace. Flit was perched neatly on her shoulder. The miserably seasick Meeko was nowhere to be found, on the other hand.

“Land ho!” cried the man in the crow’s nest, shocking Pocahontas out of her reverie. Flit flew up and the few sailors on deck created a small commotion as they all looked up toward the bow of the ship. Feeling her heart flutter, Pocahontas broke into a rapid sprint.

“Fire the cannon!” Pocahontas heard the captain shout as she darted past him on deck. She leapt up the stairs to the bow and then up onto the bowsprit. Straddling the bowsprit like a horse’s saddle, she looked out at the first signs of color-changing trees and rocky autumn cliffs taking shape in the distance. They were just entering the Chesapeake Bay.

Some gunners loaded a cannon as Flit caught up with Pocahontas. She pointed toward the land. “Go on ahead, Flit. Notify Father and the villagers that we are here,” she instructed. The hummingbird gave her a mid-air salute and then darted off into the evaporating mist. The loud blast from the cannon evoked such a jump from Pocahontas that she nearly fell off the bowsprit. Her fingers intuitively shot out and latched onto the ropes though, preventing the descent. She turned her attention back toward the deck and began to climb down, intent on finding Meeko.

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The air was crisp that morning, making the sun’s presence all the more welcome. It had been a long time since the last journey here. With a bellow from a member on deck, it was clear the New World was going to be reached today. At long last. Pocahontas was going to be reunited with her people, after fighting so hard in a trying time where she risked everything. Everything for them. Even though the journey was fraught with its share of problems, what mattered was her safe return and a promise of peace. Through it all, her perseverance and determination won out in the end, and that was something to be admired.

A hand raked through auburn hair. It was almost time to make landfall, and so Rolfe was eager to get on deck and help the crew in their efforts. As he trod up the stairs towards the deck, he stopped at the sound of muffled retching. Well that was a familiar sound. His expression turning from excitement to concern, he returned back down the steps and listened intently, trying to follow the voice.

It took some peeking in doors and around cargo, but finally he managed to locate the sound, and he wasn’t surprised by what he found. Meeko was hunched over the lid of an open barrel, looking miserable. The young man leaned in a bit and rested a hand on the raccoon’s back. “Take it easy, little fellow.” He remarked, “A little fresh air might do you good.” He gestured towards the stairs, making his way slowly back over, hoping Meeko would follow. Granted, the animal would more likely respond to Pocahontas, but it couldn’t hurt to offer.

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Ladies Meme » {three/ten} women of colour » Pocahontas Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us… This is the path I choose, Father. What will yours be?

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