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[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

Benedict broke out in peels of laughter as Allegra rose and span around, flinging more paint at her eagerly as she turned. When satisfied, he placed the pot down, and came to Allegra’s side once more. He guided her to rest once more in the previous position, and with a chance opportunity, brushed his wet with paint finger across her cheek, humming a laugh. Finally, he cleaned his hands of paint with the bottom of her dress, but did it so in a meticulous fashion that it was for the painting, rather than for cleanliness.

Before he returned to his easel, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead in passing, and grabbed his pencil, beginning to sketch out her form, marked the areas of shades & light, and began blending the colours he needed.

Prior to their playing, the room was now still, silent, save the sounds of the streets below trickling inside. “Have you never considered modelling before? You’re a wonderful subject.”

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Allegra moved back into the position he put her in - her right foot balancing on the windowsill while her left foot was on the floor with her toes pointed. She leaned forward a little and rested her right elbow on her knee and draped her left arm over her shin and ankle. Her right hand was used to rest her chin upon, and she turned to glance out the window, acting as though she was in a state of deep contemplation.

"In truth, I'm not all that grand at it. I sat for a portrait just before my debut.. I couldn't sit still to save my life, and I nearly made the painter quit on the spot. Then again, mama put me in this ridiculous pink thing that looked like something Cressida Cowper would've worn and had me pose with Poppy on my lap, who is an even worse subject for a painting, because if I can't sit still, then she is utterly hopeless."

She chuckled but kept her eyes on the scenery before her. She glanced at the buildings, watched as people walked by and carriages rolled along the roads.

"Of course, I don't mind being your particular source of inspiration, but I think we both know that I prefer being on the other side of the canvas."

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Benedict lifted his body some to look about the room, entirely forgetting that they weren’t in the privacy of the bedroom. “Yes, you’re probably right about that.” He sat up on his elbows, helping to raise Allegra up from her relaxed position.

“Though, really, there’s no telling whether they did accidentally walk in on us, the both of us too busy to even note their arrival.” Benedict grinned devilishly.

“You head back upstairs; I’ll restore the room to its former self, just in case they saw nothing.”

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"Well, if they didn't see us, they certainly heard us." Allegra said with a bright giggle as she got off of his lap and straightened her skirts. She knew she could be loud when in the throes of passion - Mrs. Crabtree couldn't look Allegra in the eye for a week.

"Of course, my darling." she said with a grin. "I'll see you up there." she said before turning and leaving the drawing room.

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That stunned him a little. His once playful demeanour, now dropped into one of surprise. He hadn’t in a million years ever expected to hear something like that. His eye traced the woman up and down, somewhat in disbelief. She was shorter than him, though he was himself rather tall. She was slender & short, and he couldn’t imagine someone of her stature being able to kill another man. Once again, his expression dropped from its one of curiosity to disbelief. It’s not to say that Lady Greer didn’t or couldn’t kill her husband. He’d remember reading somewhere once before about women creating or buying concoction’s to poison their loved ones, it’d happened many a time when a woman sought a means of escape from terrible homes. Not to mention, the fact that there were people who had spread the rumour, so there must have been some truth to it. No smoke without fire.

Suddenly, Benedict didn’t want to drink his champagne.

“If you did or you didn’t, the only truth to it, is the one you lived that went unseen by the Ton. However you got it, you were removed from a terrible match.” Benedict did his best to sound neutral to the matter, that his own curiosity for answers was gnawing in the pit of his stomach.

He shuffled on his feet, eyebrows furrowed in intrigue. “If I may, isn’t that hard for a previously married woman, especially a widow, to find a new suitor? And… again if I may… What type of person would you even look for? Are we men all the same in society?”

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Human beings were so transparent. One moment, he was humoring her, and now he looked as though his eyes might bulge out of his head entirely. Allegra noted it immediately, though she certainly didn't show it. Her little confession had put him on edge, and she had to be careful with her words regarding her husband from now on.

So she didn't speak of him at all. She just nodded and sipped her champagne and exhaled. Sometimes, it was best to simply say nothing.

"It's easy for widows such as myself to remarry. Look at the estate I inherited and manage to this day. Look at the life I live now. What gentleman wouldn't want to marry into such a fate so that he can have it all for himself? However, the... rumors have tainted my status in the marriage mart, which I do believe is by design. I'm not formidable competition anymore if I'm accused of mariticide, now aren't I?"

She arched a brow and smirked, turning to face him fully.

"And why are you so concerned over what type of person I may look for? Are you hoping that you are the type I'm looking for?"

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Benedict couldn’t help the smile that was beginning to form & spread about his lips, amused by her babbling over the offer of drinks. It was a little arrogant of him to know this, he knew that, but he was aware that a great deal many women found him attractive. He knew he was handsome & held charm, and that meeting someone new was never tricky for him. Still, it tickled him when he clocked it happening. It wasn’t that Allegra wasn’t attractive herself, there was something about her that piqued his interest, but he had to remember that he himself was not an available man. It was early days with Stacey, and while a lot of their relationship at its current stage felt more of a casual fling rather than actually getting to know each other, he was still unavailable.

“I’d be down for drinks tonight, after all you did say you were going away to France for the weekend, what’s a pre-holiday drink?” He asked innocently. He rolled back the cuff of his sleeve, to take in the time on his watch “It’s a bit late in the day for coffee for me. But this is England, and we’re a breed of social alcoholics.” He joked lightly. “I have a few phone calls and emails to make, so why don’t we say meet at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese in Fleet Street— I know, it’s name is utterly ridiculous but I assure you it’s a really beautiful pub, and it’s got some amazing character. Say…quarter to six? The gallery closes at 5.30”

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Allegra scrunched her nose as she rifled through the eternal black hole that was her purse and she pulled out her phone to check the time, mentally thanking herself for already planning on spending the whole day in London. She was hoping to meet up with some old friends who could show up last minute on a Monday night for celebratory or commiserating drinks depending on how today went. But work drinks were a better option anyway.

"I'm sorry, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese? That's the real name of a pub?" Allegra asked with a grin. "I fucking love that! Oh, this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship." she said with a smile and she stood, picking her backpack up off the floor and putting it on, her purse situated on one shoulder and the tote bag with the clothes she lent him a few nights ago on the other. "I'll just leave the portfolios with you, and I'll see you at a quarter to six." she said with a nod and she turned to head out the door.

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

To say that her suggestion surprised him would have been an understatement. Having grown up the way he had, Kit was used to maids, gardeners, cooks, and the like. But though he knew they could afford them, he hadn't suggested hiring any because simply because he didn't think Viola would accept. And he certainly didn't want to make her think that he believed that they were incapable of taking care of them themselves.

But maybe she had a point. Given their already ridiculously busy schedules, and the sheer amount of time they both spent away from the house, it would certainly make things easier on them to not have to worry about cleaning and weekly grocery shopping. Not to mention, a meal prep subscription would certainly be healthier than take-out or fast food.

"If that's something you're comfortable with, I can arrange it. I just never brought it up because I didn't think you'd be ok with it. I'll call the place my dad always used in the morning. They're trustworthy and really good at what they do. They always took care of everything around the house when I was growing up, so I can vouch for the company. They're still looking after the old place back home, and honestly, I doubt we could find a better set of folks to work with. And we can set up a Hello Fresh account in the morning too. Probably be better for us than what we're doing right now, huh?"

Pressing a kiss to the heel of her hand, Kit nodded. "Yeah. I miss it too. I guess life just got in the way a little more than either of us realized at first. Maybe with the cleaning and the food taken care of, it'll make things a little easier for us to try and have those moments more."

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Viola knew she was taking a big step. She wasn't used to having maids and cooks in the house taking care of things. She was the maid and the cook and the gardener. And she always said that anything worth doing was worth doing yourself. But it was hard to manage everything, and Vi knew that she had to delegate some responsibilities to others, especially since they could easily afford it. So she took a deep breath and rested her forehead against his.

Then an idea came to her and her smile widened.

"You wanna have one of those moments right now?" Viola asked with a smile. "We're wide awake, and we have tomorrow off. We can sleep in."

She moved in closer, settling onto his lap a little more firmly and her chest pressed against his own. The warmth of his body against hers always brought her comfort while also giving her inspiration. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, and when she pulled away, there was only a hairs breadth between them and she whispered:

"But that's up to you. You tell me what you want."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

Pulling back so he could meet her gaze, Kit sighed. He didn't like the state of things either. Sadly, it was a fact they'd have to get used to given their careers. Time would be a rare gem for a lawyer and a doctor. It was a fact that had never really bothered him before her. But now, he wished that it wasn't the case.

Tilting his head to the side slightly as he reached out to caress her cheek. He hated the fact that Viola felt their time together was rushed. It made him feel guilty. Like he somehow was failing to make time for her, or failing to satisfy her the way she wanted and needed in general.

"I'm sorry. I wish it didn't have to be like that." He mused, trailing off as his brow furrowed. "What if we get the errands and cleaning done first thing in the morning, then we'll have the rest of the day to just be together? Then the trip we'll just play by ear. Have an idea for things to do if we're feeling it one day, but just stay in if we're not?"

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Viola's gaze softened and she ran a hand through his hair as she thought it over. And she sighed when she thought of the perfect suggestion. It just... felt wrong even suggesting it.

"What if... and this is a big what-if... we hired someone to come in and clean the apartment once a week while we're at work?" Viola asked with a sigh. "Maybe if they're really good, we can pay them extra to do our laundry. And... what if we just ordered Hello Fresh boxes? We eat take-out most of the time when we're at work anyways, so we don't get as much food here to begin with. At least that will take care of grocery shopping. That way all we have to worry about is running to pick up more toilet paper or anything else we might need. Which can easily be done on the way home from work at any point."

Viola took a deep exhale and rested her forehead against his.

"No personal chef though. At least not right now. And no gardener. Ever. No one touches my garden. And especially no butler - that's going way too far. But hiring maids to clean the apartment, and getting subscription services that will make our lives easier? I can deal with that."

Viola smiled softly and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm not opposed to a quickie and you know that." Viola whispered. "You always get me there and leave me satisfied. I just miss taking my time with you too. We just need to find that balance again."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

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"Hmm." Kit hummed softly against her throat. "Probably middle. I do wanna walk the trails on Blue Ridge. But I can always run those myself in the morning if you're not up to it. Maybe we can swing by Mercier? Pick some apples? Go to the Art Center or see a show at the community theater? Plenty of places to eat if we don't feel like cooking. Maybe if we're feeling really adventurous, we can go rafting or tubing?"

As tempting as the idea of never leaving the cabin sounded, if he truly was going to propose to Viola, Kit felt that he had to make sure it was trip to remember. Give them some things to look back on beside just him asking.

"Anything in particular you wanna do?"

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Viola smiled and she rested her hand in his hair, thinking of the vacation they would take together.

"I know this is gonna sound really fuckin' cheesy..." Viola began with a chuckle. "... but I don't care what we do as long as we're spending time together. I feel like we've hardly seen each other ever since I was made chief resident of neurosurgery. My schedule has just been so fucking insane. I'm glad I have a break today and tomorrow, even though I know I'll just be catching up on cleaning and errands."

She kissed the top of his head and chuckled against his hair.

"I know, I know. Not having a plan or even an idea of what to do on this trip is not like me. But I guess this time I just wanna go with the flow. Have fun outside and even more fun inside." Viola teased with a smile. "I mean, this trip will be memorable for me no matter what cause I get time with you. So don't feel like you have to memorialize it. Besides, when was the last time we spent all day inside together doing nothing but each other? We're either working or sleeping or running errands, and when we do have sex its rushed because we're both so busy. Can you even remember the last time we had a chance to just... take time and enjoy one another?"

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

"That sounds great." He smiled, reaching out to wrap his arms gently around her waist. "I think we both could do with a break. Give us something to look forward to, hmm? I'll check my schedule when I go in on Monday, and I'll let you know then. How's that sound?"

With a little sigh, he tilted his head back to press a soft kiss to her throat, then carefully leaned his forehead against her collarbone.

After all, he found himself thinking, what a better time or place to finally pop the question? He'd been waiting for the right time ever since he and Allie had gone looking at rings together. And now, it seemed he had a timeline at last.

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"That sounds perfect." Viola said with a smile and she played with his hair a little. Her smile widened when he kissed her neck and then rested his forehead against his collarbone.

"What should we do while we're up there?" Viola asked, as if that was a question. Now that they were comfortable and settled with each other in just about every aspect of their relationship, they have been rather... enthusiastic to say the least.

"I mean we'll need to decide if we're gonna leave the cabin occasionally to eat or if we should just stop by a grocery store on the way there and stock up." Viola teased with a smile as she leaned her head down to press a kiss to his temple. "Or if it's gonna be somewhere in the middle."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

His shoulders shook softly with laughter as the pad of his thumb stroked her leg. "God, if only. I think humanity as a whole would probably be a lot happier if that were the case."

Shifting weight to his free arm, Kit leaned his cheek against Viola's head and sighed into her hair. As much as they both might stress about their jobs and the weights of the world that they carried, at least they could have quiet, tender moments like this. That, while not the same as a mental light switch, was somehow even better. It was hard to let his mind run wild with what ifs and maybes when she was near. With her, his mind was silent, even if it might not be fully peaceful.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a vacation. Somewhere quiet. No phones, no city noise. Maybe no city lights. Just the moon and the stars."

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Viola finished her hot chocolate and she set the empty cup down beside her, chuckling a bit and she snuggled up against him a little and sighed.

"I do have some decent PTO saved up. Maybe we can go to Elijay for a few days?" Viola asked as she turned to look at him. "Not for a long time, but a long weekend would work. We can rent a cabin by the river with a kitchen, see the town, maybe even walk along Blue Ridge? Or we could just... not leave the cabin at all." Viola said with a smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows. She moved to straddle his lap but she didn't do anything else other than rest her hands on his shoulders.

"Just let me know what days you can swing. I'll need to give an advanced notice a month ahead at least, though, so keep that in mind. I am the chief resident of neurosurgery, after all. I can't just pop out, no matter how much I want to."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

Reaching out and draping his arm over her knees, Kit sighed softly. It wasn't so much any one particular thing that woke him. He hadn't had any trouble at work. There wasn't really anything on his mind that he was aware of. More so he'd simply rolled over and the bed felt too big. And once he was aware of that, he couldn't get back to sleep.

"Not sure, truthfully. Can't really think of anything that's wrong. Just one of those nights, I guess." He shrugged. "Maybe it's more so just working too much, not necessarily anything wrong. You know? We've all been pretty busy at the firm lately. Kinda hard to get my brain to shut off sometimes. Just gets restless and antsy."

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When Kit draped his arm over her knees, she rested her free hand on top of his arm and leaned against him a little as she sipped her hot chocolate.

"I get that. You have an important job. It's hard to not take a job like that home with you." Viola said and she chuckled as she lifted the mug to her lips. "Trust me. I get it."

She took another long sip and looked over at Kit and then sighed.

"Don't you wish your brain had an off switch? Like... when you get home, you can just flip the switch off and not have to think about work at all until you go back to work and you can flip the switch back on again? Sometimes I wish I had that." Viola muttered before taking another long sip of her drink.

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

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Chuckling softly, Kit nodded. Well, even if all he could do was listen and make hot chocolate, then that he'd do. And do it gladly.

Pushing himself to his feet once more, he leaned down to kiss her hair. "I'll be right back, ok?"

A few minutes later, he returned, her favorite mug in hand, with the hot chocolate just how she liked it. "We'll have to stop and get more when we go to the store next. That was the last of the chocolate." He explained as he passed her the mug and sat back down on the floor beside her.

"But that's a problem for tomorrow us. Right now, relaxing is our priority."

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Viola made a mental note to add hot chocolate mix to the grocery list as she took the cup and moved to the floor to sit beside him. She took a sip of her drink and sighed.

"Perfect." she whispered and she took another sip before turning to look at Kit.

"Alright, Kit. Your turn." Viola said with a smile and a nudge on her shoulder. "What's keeping you awake? Other than me."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

It certainly wasn't an easy choice regardless. He always felt terrible whenever instances like these came up. All the more so because there wasn't much he could really do to ease her mind, or help. And listening, well... It felt like so little.

Taking her hand tenderly, Kit sighed and nodded. "Well, any tests that they have done should take time to come in, right? In all likelihood, the little one will still be there on Monday? Talk it over with Stanner when you go in, and see what they think."

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "In the meantime, what can I do to try and help you?"

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"Yeah, unless Stanner discharged him." Viola muttered with a sigh and she ran her free hand over her forehead. "There's nothing I can do about it now, though."

Viola looked back down at him and a tender smile crossed her features. She squeezed his hand and took a breath. "This is good." she said softly and silence fell over them for a minute.

"Some hot chocolate sounds good right about now. Oh, with steamed milk and a little bit of cinnamon and nutmeg." Viola said as her smile widened.

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

[thegentleleaves]

Rubbing his eyes briefly, Kit soon tossed aside the blankets and made his way over to her. After all, he knew well the way that their jobs weren't really ones that could be left at work. Not when she was holding lives in her hands, and he was holding futures in his.

"I think you should trust your instincts." He replied, taking a seat on the floor next to her and leaning his head against it. "There's no such thing as too careful when it comes to a child's health, right?"

But he also knew the balancing act that she was in right now, given she didn't have the authority to act that her resident did. "You think they'd listen if you brought it up? Is there maybe someone else you can get to try and talk to them? Like a nurse or another doctor?"

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"Maybe." Viola breathed out and she leaned her head back against the back of the chair. "Maybe... the chief of neurosurgery? He's the only person Dr. Stanner will listen to. And yeah, I could go ahead and order the MRI myself but I'm just a resident under his supervision and he'd have an embolism if I ordered an MRI without his go-ahead. He'd call it an 'unnecessary waste of resources.'" Viola said and she rolled her eyes. "How this man is still an attending at Emory of all places is beyond me."

Viola looked down at Kit and sighed, reaching a hand out to him.

"The chief is out, though. It'll have to wait until morning, and I don't have a shift until Monday morning. I'll just have to hope someone in that hospital comes to their senses."

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"Vi?" His voice called softly, sitting up in the bed when he felt her spot empty. "You ok?"

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Viola sat in the armchair in the bedroom, her knees bent and feet pulled close to her. She was looking out the window on a rainy winter evening when she heard Kit's soft voice. She turned to look at him, giving him a weary smile.

"I didn't mean to wake you." she said softly. "I just can't sleep. I have... a hard time sleeping most nights, really."

She turned to look back out the window and pinched her thumb with her index and middle fingers, bringing them to her lips.

"Today's subject is that kid that needed a neuro consult. My attending thinks there's nothing there but I think we're missing something. I can feel it." Viola sighed and rested her forehead on the crook between her knees. "I know, I know. I shouldn't take work home with me."

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"That's not to say your idea wouldn't go ahead, lass. It would just need a little reworking." He narrowed his eyes as he thought, observing a semblance of a plan forming on the wood floor below, but couldn't see how to stitch them together.

Another hum of a laugh rattled inside the mans chest. "You are correct. Women, especially red-haired women, are considered bad luck." He managed to catch her gaze and leaned in "To the average pirate" before playfully swinging himself back, turning himself side on to stare ahead at the wall, his back to her.

He raised his cup to take another mouthful. "But when you're a ship full of already cursed & dead men, what's one more pot of bad luck?" The ship creaked & groaned in another dramatic sway, the sound carrying like a low, sad cello strike.

Ralston set his cup behind him on the table once more. However, this time, when returning his arm, his elbow knocked it over to which he didn't care about doing so. Its contents inside trickled out slower, more thickly, than a normal cup of wine would, & its colour ran in different blend than wine would.

"Travelling these seas for as long as I have," he started to answer her question, addressing his words to the wall still "even with a ship full of crew, it gets lonely. Their hunger, so ravenous that eating with them is more effort than its worth."

Ralston turned in his seat, elongating himself to reach out towards Viola, like a cat reaching sleepily towards its prey. His eyes had changed from their dark brown, to glimmering red. A long thick web of drool travelled down from his lips, his breath almost hitching with his hunger. Four of his canines had grown sharper & longer. His eye was fixated on Violas throat, his tongue lapping at his lips. "Sometimes, dining alone with your own personal feast is exactly what a captain of a cursed, dead ship needs." His hand reached out to grab hold of Violas dress, tearing his eye from her neck to hers once more "And you are the finest cut of meat I have seen for a very long time." His red eyes were darkening again, his expression threatening "How could I not want you all to myself?"

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It took a considerable effort to frighten Viola. She didn't know if the cause of her bravery was stupidity towards the circumstances or a general disregard for her own life. She had a strong feeling that it was the latter. But fear was not a sensation she was familiar with.

Ralston admitting that this was a ship of cursed dead men confused her. The cup knocking over and spilling the thick, bloody consistency made her curious. And then his face changed, his eyes flashing red, his canines sharper than before and her entire body froze in place.

And yet, there was no fear. This? This was hatred. Disgust. Hatred for the man who trapped her, of course; who planned to feed on her until she was no longer useful to him and he'd just toss her over the side of the boat, leave her to fend for herself amongst the sharks. But disgust... because she was back exactly where she began.

Same circumstances. Different monster. No discernible way out.

Her nose and brow were scrunched, her eyes narrowed, and she trembled with absolute fury. A tear or two rolled down her cheeks and her top lip curled over her teeth when she spoke in a rough whisper.

"Just get it over with."

[discreet-eccentric-affairs]

Intriguing. This woman, while obvious she wasn’t one to cower in her fear, seemed to relish and welcome the idea of a life of theft and deception. There was a sparkle of lustful idiosyncrasy, like an emerald buried beneath sand dunes. Perhaps Ralston could use her more to their crews advantage instead of his original plan of satisfaction. Perhaps even, he could use her for both.

Ralston gathered his bottle and cup, stalking his way down to her side and perched himself on the tables edge. “Your points, I must admit are very well thought out, and do ring true for the order of society but there is one thing you have forgotten in all of it.” He placed his bottle of wine down on the table, and instead reached for hers, using it to refill her cup, and her cup only. “You have forgotten that we are pirates. We are not creatures who tend to reside in a location for long, building a trust with humans to be worthy of an invitation is not something we do.”

He placed the wine bottle down, and reached for his own, to top up his cup.

“I do find it admirable however, that you wish to prove yourself useful in other ways than I intend.” That shit eating grin returned to his lips, his dark eye cast his gaze up and down the woman’s body once more.

“Thats not to say your proposal hasn’t gone unnoticed. Just that up close, I notice how delectable you are that it distracts me.”

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"Ah, well. It was an idea." Viola said and she leaned against the chair, sipping her wine and taking another bite of her food. She watched him take her in and she tilted her head to the side a little.

"To be perfectly honest, I'm a little shocked I'm on board your ship at all." she admitted. "I thought that women were considered bad luck. A redheaded woman even more so. I grew up around sailors and the like, so I've heard the superstitions and I wagered even pirates knew and abided by them."

She finished her wine and set the cup down.

"So, what are your intentions with me, then? Why am I here, locked away with you in your cabin with a feast fit for a king?"