Literally, don't look at me

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Black Sails WIP

“What is going on?” Thomas demanded, catching sight of the unfamiliar man standing beneath a lantern in the dark. He lifted both hands above his head as James approached but looked far from fearful as he stood his ground. 

“You’re supposed to be dead,” James whispered waspishly, eyes wild. 

“I know,” the man answered placatingly, using a calming tone while he looked James over from head to toe. Furtively, he looked Thomas over as well before he pursed his lips. “I’ve been looking for you.” 

“Shut up,” Flint barked. He took half of a step back, pushing his shoulder into Thomas’s chest in an effort to both block him from view and protect him if De Groot attempted to attack. “I buried you on that beach, Mr. De Groot. You took a bullet to the head. Explain to me how it is that you have come to stand before me now.” 

“I…I don’t know,” Mr. De Groot stammered in distracted frustration, “I came to in the ground - we all did - and returned to Nassau as soon as I could.” 

“We?” Flint whispered with furrowed brows. His heart was pounding away a horse’s gallop in his chest, hands trembling even while his thumb hovered over the lock of his pistol still so unfamiliar in his hand. What the fuck was he talking about? For a brief moment of hysterical terror, he wondered if the men of The Walrus had risen to haunt him for his misdeeds.

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TMDTITL sneak peek

Poseidon cast a quick glance in his brother’s direction, scrutinizing his face. The man looked utterly lost and something like panic flitted through Poseidon’s chest, a miniscule bell toll amongst the maelstrom. “Your daughter?” he clarified scornfully, “Your eldest? Nico’s sister?” Was any of it getting through to him? He dared not pull his eyes away from the road for long but he could tell Hades had turned his gaze elsewhere while he thought, clearly struggling. His inability to answer his inquiries threatened to set the rage off. 

“I…” Hades murmured mournfully, “I don’t remember.” 

“Excuse me?” Poseidon questioned intensely, going so far as to lean over the steering wheel in an effort to meet Hades’ eyes. 

“She slips through my mind like sand,” he continued quietly, lifting his free hand to stare into his palm as if it were the one at fault. “Every time I am reminded of her, she fades away.”

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A show about a pirate waging war against England on behalf of his gay lover made me believe in love again

So I made a profile to start dating and promptly realized why I had given it up to begin with.

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Round and Round We Go

My writing is perpetuated through a constant cycle of hyper-fixations. To fight against the tide is impossible, I must surrender myself to the flow and hope that all things will come around again.

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It's all here, in this scribbled chaotic mess.

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I love that Captain Flint sees himself as Odysseus, attempting to escape the seas, but the same actor later portrays Poseidon.

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The Most Dangerous Thing is To Love: Chapter 17 blurb

“As kidnappings go, I guess this isn’t the worst,” Thalia commented boredly. She sat cross legged with her chin propped on a fist, watching Nico chew through the last piece of jerky with a bit more effort than was probably necessary. 

“Do you get kidnapped often?” Percy questioned awkwardly. 

Thalia shrugged, “No, but I’ve gotten detention plenty of times and it's kind of the same.” 

Percy couldn’t recall ever having been successfully kidnapped before but he was certain someone had tried to scoop him off the streets once or twice. It was kind of a given when growing up in the city and having to walk home from school at a young age. Looking at it subjectively, he supposed Thalia was right. The handful of times he had received detention for fidgeting in class he had been left to sit in a boring room, made to quietly entertain himself, while an adult acted as a prison guard. He’d been training for this moment all along, go figure. 

“I was kidnapped once,” Nico spoke up thoughtfully, his gaze distant while he recalled the memory. “But they were nice to me,” he tacked on with a mournful sigh. 

Yeah, Percy supposed the broken nose, derelict surroundings, and no food or drink provided to them wasn’t very host-with-the-most of them. 

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