a pirate's life for me

rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain. BLACK MARKET MERCHANT. p i r a t e. long live prince adair.

[ellicn]

ftcphelias:

the translucent moon hangs brightly in the inky black sky, giving a milky glow to the young brunette as her cloak hung heavily around her slim shoulders; a passing breeze bristled through her caramel locks as she traipses through the courtyard and inhales the succulent midnight air. approaching footsteps indicate that she’s not quite alone, but a smile melts over her petals nonetheless. ‘ insomnia has struck me pitifully, i’m afraid, ’ she explains to the approaching figure, turning to offer a disarming shrug. ‘ i prefer the calm of this hour, though. it’s easier to breathe, don’t you think? ’

the sun has fallen, night has welcomed him into its deep, dark abyss. he takes nightly walks, after he lost his hand, to gather himself. it feels odd, being with a hand and he’s kept up a solid facade throughout the day when people offer him their sorrows. “perhaps,” he muses, his sights on the frail woman who sits in the dark with no fear in her eyes. “though i feel as if i’ve longed for darkness more than light as a child. it assuages me.”

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athcnais:

When she realized she had company, Athenais made a failed attempt at modesty by covering herself with her arms. She did not mind being so exposed in the presence of her guards seeing as though many of them had known her since she was just a babe but being like this in front of a virtual stranger was another story. She flinched at the splash and laughed. “No, not like this - nothing like this. We have lakes and rivers and streams, naturally, but seeing as though we are farther inland, the largest water way for us still results in another kingdom on the other side of it. This…..This is endless.” She glanced at him nervously before taking another step further into the water. “I did not know that you speak for the water, Ellion. The water may not harm me but the creatures in the water might.”

he offered her another smile to hopefully soothe her concerns about how revealing she is. but there is something sinister in his head, she’s vulnerable now. had her guards not been there, perhaps he could’ve made a move and possibly drowned her. yet, he keeps his facade and laughs with her. “the immensity can be quite frightening, i suppose. i’ve grown fond of the sea, many kradaecans have.” he stands in front of her, his smile growing as she steps further into the water with him. “we are not too deep, your highness. there shan’t be any creatures lurking in the shallow end. none that we suspect anyhow.” there is another meaning behind his words but his gaze is on the horizon, thinking of his own twist of words.

[ellicn]

What to you consider to be the most important quality to have in a person?

“resilience is a fine quality can have. it makes you durable for all the things to come.”

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How do you feel about breaking Lydias heart?

“who?” as he feigns innocence, his heart twists in pain at the remembrance. @lydiasilver

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who would you ask for assistance if your dominant hand had been the one lost?

“i heard kings have good hands.” @kingnathaniel @kinghenrymontague @octaviusblackhart

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would you, if it came down to it, kill adair from the pirates?

“kill adair for the pirates? or kill adair from? either way, i would kill him in a heartbeat.” @adcir

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have you ever been in love?

“once upon a time.”

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why is the rum always gone?

“mm-- the answer seems to have escape me.”

[pvrcss]

bed, wed, behead: your ruby ring, a fire, ellion

“ i’d rather stick my penis into a fiery inferno than soil myself with the touch of a handless horse rider who cannot joust. needless to say, i’d marry my ring. ”

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athcnais:

The young girl played giddily in the water by the shore. She had initially come out here to read more and take in the view but soon found herself in the water in nothing but the slip she wore under her gowns. She wasn’t used to be so close to such a vast amount of water but she found it very entertaining to allow herself to get drenched by the sea’s waves. Her own ability to swim was actually unknown to her in a battle against the sea and part of her was afraid to venture out any further than she was for fear of drowning. Nevertheless, she was having so much fun being caught up in the waves around her that she didn’t even notice another castle dweller passing by. 

it was hard not to notice the woman splashing about in the ocean. especially with the guards that stood watch behind her, her crown shone spectacularly. as he approached, he made sure a smile was etched on his lips so that the guards would know he meant no harm. the pirate hadn’t bothered on rolling up his pants, instead stepping into the cold waves that crashed into his shins. ellion tossed a splash her way, hoping to get the princess’ attention. “i take it bearoria lacks an ocean as beautiful as this? --or at all?” he offers a brighter smile in her direction before venturing deeper. “the water shan’t harm you, princess. come deeper.”

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pvrnelle:

purnelle swung back and forth between the heels and the ball of her feet as she waited in the heart of the garden. she was waiting for someone, but apparently, they were running late. the girl sighed as she leaned over the bridge’s rickety railing. she remembered long ago doubting how much weight it could hold. now, she cared very little. what was an unstable bridge to a pirate attack ? at the shuffle of footsteps, purnelle’s head turned curiously at the noise.

after being locked up in the infirmary for several days in recovery, ellion managed to sneak off before the nurses could continue to keep him chained to one of the beds. the garden was his escape, it brought him peace in these dark times. as he walked on the path, his gaze stayed on where his hand would’ve been. was this all worth it? the pirate blinks up at the woman, offering a smile for disturbing the very peace he sought out too. “careful.”

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lydiasilver:

‘‘ now what is that supposed to mean?’‘ lydia inquired, her eyes on ellion once more. ‘‘ you consider me weak? is it because i am a woman or because you cannot see that in truth it is you who’s the weakest of them all?’‘ the redhead really didn’t mean to speak up once more, to ramble about how she was feeling again, but it was like when she was around ellion all the heartbreak and the hours spent crying came right back to her and she had no control over her own actions. ‘‘ you use people and throw away anything good you have. a life without love is just sad, ellion.’’ even now, as much as she hated to admit it, ellion was still the only one that truly had power over her because despite all he’d put her trough, she loved him still.

“i have no quarrel with your gender, lydia.” her name burns his tongue. it’s a reminder of the many times he’s spoken it with nothing but sweetness. and now there is nothing but bitterness and self-hatred for how he handled things with her. “you call me weak but here you are. strong people do not break. you will do well to remember that.” he couldn’t help but cackle, his laughter echoing throughout the infirmary. there were eyes wandering, staying trained on the two past-lovers. “and what do you know of love? we had not love but something fleeting. something trivial.” he lies, words thrown her way in hopes of harming her more than he’d already done. yet this was who he was. destroying everything in his path.

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ofhuntrcss:

no longer did victorie care about her position, the truth of things had come out in the chaos that was the ambush. bodies taken down by her skilled hands, nothing more than small daggers or knives at her disposal. word of her actions spread quickly, a new reputation following the petite warrior. a wide birth around her, as if they were now too scared to enter into a certain arm’s length of the assassin. it brings a little smirk to her face, a pleased type of smile. they fear her, the common people fear and distrust her. something she wishes had happened from the beginning. but now, this might be a good thing. now she was able to fight, to openly protect her queen and princess without fear of her secret spilling to the masses. no longer does she have to pretend to be a handmaiden, no longer does the monster have to wear her sheep’s clothing. it makes her world all that more silent, and she’s overly pleased with that.

dining made silent, she sits alone in corners of the dining hall. they watch her out of the corner of their eyes, tense around her. she knows they no longer wish to be in the same room as her, as if she’ll strike out at any moment. it feels like freedom, to walk around now without the mask of deceit pulled over green eyes. she no longer had to bite back words and bow her head at a look in her direction, instead she pulled her head back and met their eyes with defiance and daring toughness. but it felt like a fraud, something gnawing at her insides. it felt the same as when she was a child, that cold pit in the middle of her chest. fear.  it had been too long since victorie wilde had felt any type of fear. this last attack proved that they were in a bad position, they were no longer in their kingdoms and behind safe walls. 

they had left their lands and come to a slaughter. and if it proved to be true, she would take them down with her before her last breath leaves her lungs and she would go down fighting to protect the crown and the blood in their veins. they might not be winning these battles, but they would win this war if it meant her life had to be snuffed to save the dracborough kingdom. they were nothing without their women, the sisters meant more to dracborough than anything inside the walls. 

“this is only the beginning,” she mutters to herself, shoving away the plate of untouched food. it clatters to the floor and she waves away the servants that rush over to clean it up. “go.” crouching, she looks down at the mess and shakes her head. fear claws at her heart, turning her blood cold. this is the beginning of a long and bloody war. they were all going to die.

there she was. the handmaiden he’d been speaking to just the previous morning. handmaiden was a loose term he would use for the woman. he’d heard the whispers of the castle, how she fought valiantly against the pirates who invaded the castle. despite his allegiance, admiration swirled as he looked at her. though, a woman who was perceived as a threat who didn’t originate from ironhaven was a pariah to their society. but ellion was no traditional man, instead, his respect for the woman grew immensely. he notices the lack of people around her, to which he frowns but keeps a keen eye on her. there’s a clatter that causes his head to look up, giving away his presence. 

ellion’s frown deepens before he decides to take the seat across her. “forgive me for intruding, my lady. i just wish to show my admiration for how bravely you fought in the previous morning.”

[wild-hearts-run]

I fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter. She is the best thing that’s ever been mine.

Mine: Taylor Swift (via wild-hearts-run)

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lydiasilver:

perhaps there was no need for her to hate him, because he already hated her enough for the both of them. the tone in his voice sent a sharp pain through her chest and lydia cursed herself in silence already for even approaching him in the first place. the redhead gritted her teeth and tried to blink away her ttears quickly, regretting having shown him just how weak she still was. ‘‘ you don’t get to ask that.’‘  she retorts, glaring at ellion. and it hurt so much to know how she still loved him despite the way he treated her. ‘‘ i shouldn’t have approached you, i’m sorry. i can’t believe i thought for even a mere second you were not still utterly heartless.’’

there was so much hatred in her eyes. so much animosity. it killed him to know that he’d turned her like this-- so cold, so.. bad. but the only thing he could do was leave her if it meant she would receive any redemption. and yet, despite his ill feelings, his harangue is relentless. “had i been heartless, perhaps i would not have been with you.” he rolled his eyes at her, his good hand holding the cloth tight around his missing one. “color me shocked to see you here in one piece.”

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khaileefell:

“That, and perhaps a fucking drink, too,” she muttered, and then she looked up to see who had spoken to her. Recognition struck first, and then horror at the sight of him without a hand. Khai wasn’t squeamish, but this certainly wasn’t something she’d been expecting to see. “Ellion, what…” happened? But the last word wouldn’t come out as she lay there gaping at the spot where his hand used to be.

he follows her gaze to his hand, playing along. there’s nothing on his face, not even the feeling of regret for his actions. “a couple of pirates barged into my bed chambers,” he mumbled, putting on a show for her. “they-- toyed with me. played with me. i am lucky to still have at least one hand.” he swallows visibly, shaking his head as if to rid the imaginative memories away. “though.. i am glad that you’re alright, my lady.” 

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adcir:

gleefully, adair files away that ellion wholeheartedly approves of said nickname, judging by the smile that overtakes his lips. as king, making sure all his subjects smile at least once a day will be among the first orders of business. so buzzed is he with excitement that adair can’t even manage a simple walk to the table, ending up as more of a gangly skip. “don’t be so certain,” he challenges with a waggle of a brow, “i have been training. nico says i have been improving greatly.” to demonstrate, he flexes an arm but, as per adair’s usual, he becomes easily distracted by both the chest and the conversation. “neither fire nor poison – i am luckier than some.” he runs his finger along the line of the chest. “though i cannot say homesickness has spared me. do you, too, long for kradaeca?”

“nico, is it?” the name is familiar on his tongue. he’s heard whispers of the castle that she had traveled with the ironhaven clan but he had yet to see the woman who he thought of as his own sister. “i am ecstatic for you then, my prince. i have great hope you will be a great king.” there’s a scoff that threatens to leave his lips in which he bites his tongue so hard, he tastes blood. “yes, of course. though i am much used to traveling the kingdoms, so this is not much for me, your highness.” he hums a happy tune before opening his chest full of trinkets. his hand reaches for a small glass bottle, tinier than his forefinger. “some pebbles from the kradaecan shore so soothe your illness, sire.”