Felix Rylance

31 // Surgeon on The Blue Moon // Pirate

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emily-windsor·:

She knew she must look awful. She had been through too much to actually care about doing more than the routine basics. What was the point of making an effort when she no longer had the energy for anything. She self consciously ran a hand over her hair, realising that one reason she no longer cared about how she looked was that she barely saw anyone. She rarely came out of her room when Evan was in the villa and she hadn’t ventured outside in too long.

“Of course, doctors, always doing the right thing.” Resting her head against the door, Emily made no effort to move. She was sort of hoping that her vague refusal and lack of enthusiasm would be enough to send Felix away, but she noted something in his eyes. Some kind of concern, or confusion perhaps. The usually put together doctor was no where to be seen when he looked at her, so why wouldn’t he look at her like that. “I don’t need pity, Felix.” Rubbing her fingertips against her forehead, the blonde sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to be getting rid of him. “Fine, but you do the dissecting, I’m not really in the mood and I’d probably just hurt myself.” It was too hot on the island to be outside in a tracksuit, but unable to motivate herself to change, she stepped outside, her head down, trying to be as invisible as possible as she locked the door. “So why am I your chosen lizard dissector company?”

It was clear Emily wasn’t in any mood for company, be it friendly or otherwise. But while a part of Felix certainly felt a twinge of guilt at dragging her out of her hideaway, he knew it wasn’t doing her any good to be cooped up within it. He took a step to the side as she exited her villa, unable to help the grin that lit up his features at her acquiescence. He was glad his preparations wouldn’t go to waste after all.

“If you’re implying there are others I could have picked to aid in this endeavor, then you’d be correct.” Felix began in response to her query, leading the blonde a short distance to the nearest stretch of beach. “But you just so happen to be my favourite. Not only that, but I suspect you’re the only one in desperate need of some fresh air.” 

The pair quickly arrived at a small canopied section of sand, the tent overhead little more than four poles in the ground with some canvas draped over top. Still, it made for a pleasantly shady spot, still somewhat secluded from the rest of the island by a thick row of palm trees and underbrush. Inside were two chairs and an upturned crate with a pitcher of lemonade on top nestled between them. The contingency of Emily’s unwillingness to actually participate in the activity clearly hadn’t slipped Felix’s mind. In front of the chairs was a small table; big enough to accommodate Felix’s toolkit, but not much else. He beckoned Emily into the space with an outstretched arm. “Make yourself comfortable.” A pause. “And, if you feel inclined to hog that lemonade all to yourself, I won’t protest.”

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aokardos·:

   Wandering around dazed and confused was Andris’ least favourite look on him; it made him feel weak and vulnerable. But much to his dismay, no amount of power play could remedy or answer the glaring question he had, which was why he had to voice them out loud.

   “I know I wasn’t just unceremoniously taken in the middle of watching Mean Girls on Broadway just to be sent on a vacation, so where the fuck am I?”

Felix regarded the prince with a mixture of amusement and yes, a touch of pity as the royal gazed aimlessly at his surroundings. It never ceased to intrigue the doctor; the situations royals managed to get themselves snatched out of. Granted, Mean Girls on Broadway sounded much more...painful than intriguing.

“Well, given that I’m not at liberty to tell you where exactly you’ve wound up...” Felix began, whether or not the prince even intended his words to garner a response. “...I suppose it could be anywhere you like. You’re stuck here, so you might as well employ a bit of imagination, don’t you think?”

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emily-windsor·:

As she looked in her bathroom mirror, Emily didn’t even have the energy to groan at the sight of herself. Her eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep and occasional crying session. Her face was pale, lifeless, her hair was a mess, just like the rest of her. Splashing herself with cold water, Emily tried to steel herself to actually leave her house for the day, something she hadn’t since that day. The day her world fell apart. Tying her hair up on the top of her head, the blonde walked out of the bathroom just as she heard the knocks on the door. It was the afternoon of a weekday, but there she was, still in pyjamas, looking a far cry from the put together doctor that people always saw.

Shuffling over to her door, she opened it a crack. Felix’s smile was enough for her to open the door a little wider, her eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. Her eyes moved from the cooler to the kit, widening a little in apprehension. “Did you kill someone or something?” Rubbing her eyes gently with one hand, Emily leant her head against the door, the weight of it almost seeming too much for the girl who had barely slept in months. “I think that makes us psychos outside of a learning environment, you know? I’m not really going to be great company today, Felix.”

The sight of Emily was...well, Felix wasn’t entirely sure what he had expected. She hadn’t been quite herself for some time now, though he was still used to her putting on a bold face and presenting herself more or less how people expected; as someone who had all their ducks in a row, so to speak. Truth be told, Felix had been mulling over for some time how he might lift her spirits, even a little, but until his fateful stroll through the trees that morning he’d been positively stumped.

Felix feigned offense at the other doctor’s remark once she'd opened the door to greet him. “Kill? Now, now. I may be a pirate, but above all I am a doctor. Far more inclined to extend life than to end it.” he said matter-of-factly, being careful not to let his gaze fall for too long on any details of Emily’s somewhat disheveled appearance. She was no doubt aware of how different she looked. She didn’t need any reminding. At her next remark Felix let out a light chuckle. “If curiosity equals psychosis, then I for one should have been institutionalized years ago.” Felix grinned. “And anyways, this visit isn’t for my benefit. It’s for yours. You don’t need to be any sort of company you don’t feel like being. You just...have to be company.” he declared, before narrowing his eyes as he wondered if he was making any sense.

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It had been some time since Felix last found himself in the company of a fellow surgeon. Out on the seas, there was no telling how long he would go without having so much as a passing conversation with someone who shared a similar perspective or educational background. But the island offered a rare opportunity for just that. 

That morning, he’d been out for a short stroll through the periphery of the jungle—he wasn’t the type to brave its depths, of course—and had come across a recently-deceased lizard in the underbrush. He couldn’t put a finger on exactly why, but the first person he thought of as he transferred the scaly body from his freezer into a small, portable cooler some hours later was Emily. And he was fairly sure she was the surgeon he’d gone the longest without seeing. No better reason to show up on her doorstep with everything they’d need for a nostalgic afternoon activity.

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Felix beamed as Emily appeared behind the door of her villa, holding up the cooler in one hand and a dissection kit in the other. Once the door was open he rocked excitedly back on his heels.

“Dearest Emily. It’s been some time since we saw each other, and I was wondering...would you care to dissect a small reptile with me?” he queried, quirking a brow at the blonde. “It’ll be just like we’re back at school.”

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amelielatremoille·:

Amelie followed the male into his villa, a loud sigh being heard from her. The blonde looked around the room, her teeth coming to gnaw on the inside of her cheek at the state of the villa. “Did you now?” She questioned, her face scrunching up. “Yeah, seems like we’re going to have to come up with some sort of system, then.” The french woman commented, eyes finding their way back to the male. “I love tea.”

Felix glanced aside to the princess just as she seemed to almost cringe at the sight before her. He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, admittedly somewhat embarrassed, though a grin did creep onto his features when she made it clear he hadn’t made a wrong assumption about her tastes when offering her tea. “Right. Excellent. Tea it is.” the doctor said, clapping his hands together before gliding off towards the kitchen—for real this time. As the sounds of utensils and water being poured drifted into the living room, Felix leaned out of the kitchen, looking towards Amélie. “Sit anywhere you’d like. Feel free to...move anything you need to.” he called, remembering his habit of stacking books on chairs as well as surfaces.

After a few moments during which a slight clattering of dishware could be heard, Felix’s voice again came from the kitchen. “Miss Tremoille...could I perhaps...enlist your help for a moment?” he called, two trays balanced a little too precariously in his arms. 

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“Believe it or not I did clean the place recently...” Felix said as he led the French princess through the front door of his villa. Things were more or less in their proper places throughout the space, though there were still several books and papers scattered here and there. “If you’re the tidy sort, well...I suppose we’ll have to come up with some sort of system.” Truth was, as untidy as it may have looked, Felix knew where everything was and had things put in various places for various reasons. “But that can wait. What can’t wait is tea.” Felix declared, turning on his heels and making it a half step towards the kitchen before he froze and slowly turned back to the princess. “You...do like tea, don’t you?”

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cassandragalatas·:

A smile spread across her features as he made it clear, once more, that he recognized the origins of her name. He had been the only one in her six months on the island, and she found his knowledge of Greek mythology somewhat enchanting. Cassandra laughed lightly as she walked into his villa as she shook her head slightly. “You are still the only person on this island to recognize the origin of my name. It seems that Greek mythology just is not something many people enjoy.” she commented, eyes beginning to scan the room she walked into. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sheer amount of books and papers that were scattered around. “This is amazing.” she murmured, moving forward to place the tray of scones on the coffee table, careful to place it where he had cleared a space and not on any papers.

“I would never want to leave a place like this.” Cass murmured, slowly beginning to circle around the room before she caught herself. She had no right to be looking around at his books without any permission. Turning, her gaze met his as she offered another smile. “I am happy to help you organize if you like. It would give me something to do. Only if you do not mind me having a look at all of your books of course.” she added with the softest of laughs. His book collection seemed on par to that which she kept in her apartment back in Greece, and she was interested in seeing what type of books he kept.

“I would love some tea.” Cassie replied, taking a few steps closer to him. “Drinking tea and eating scones while surrounded by books sounds like an excellent way to spend some time.”

“I’m not entirely surprised.” Felix replied with the hint of a frown, which faded as he watched Cassandra move into the living room. “Knowledge of mythology requires reading, after all. Not something society is nearly as inclined to do as it once was. A shame, really.” Felix couldn’t help but smile proudly as the princess complimented his collection, though he noted her reluctance to look at any one thing for too long. At her mention of never wanting to leave he tilted his head to the side as if he were contemplating the idea, though in truth he already had. “It may not be an offer I’d extend to just anyone, but you, Cassandra, can feel free to stay as long as you wish.” 

Felix knew not all his fellow pirates were as harsh and ruthless as legend made them seem, but the possibility of Cassandra crossing paths with any of the few who were made him feel a protectiveness he didn’t usually experience. And it was especially strange given that this was only his second time meeting the princess. Then again, she intrigued him. She was kind, poised, polite, clearly intelligent, and she seemed to share at least a few of his intellectual passions, if not more. And of course, there was no denying her beauty. Perhaps not so strange after all. Ultimately, this island was no place for one so gentle as Cassandra, but any time she spent in Felix’s villa would be time spent in safety. And he wanted to offer her as much of that as he could. 

The doctor’s features brightened when the princess offered organizational assistance, something he was clearly in desperate need of. “I’d be in your debt, princess. And please feel free to look at anything you wish. You won’t find anything incriminating in this mess.” his brows creased together. “I don’t think...” Felix glanced at the princess, features morphing into a smirk before he stepped towards the kitchen, leaving Cassandra with a minute to herself before he re-emerged with a fully-loaded tea tray. The pirate stole a glance at the princess as he poured her a cup. “I’m curious. Other than being Greek of course, what made you cultivate an interest in mythology?”

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rasmussenxeva‌:

Eva narrowed her eyes, just slightly at the mention of being happy to meet her. That wasn’t how pirates usually reacted to being told who they had to babysit. Maybe… maybe he wouldn’t be so bad? She wasn’t getting her hopes up though. She did notice him relax a little though, most likely from the fact that she wasn’t fighting with him immediately. ‘Where you’ll be staying from now on’ sounded kind of ominous, but she was grateful to be out of the Tulach house. Her first impression of the pirate in front of her gave her confidence in the fact that he was (probably) clean, put together, and most importantly, polite. Eva tended to behave how others behaved to her. If this pirate would have come up to her pissed off, she would have returned the favor. Plus, if she got on his good side, he could get her things other royals might not have access to. “Of course, I’ll follow you.” she added with a smile. 

Felix felt a bit more of the tension roll off of his shoulders when she agreed to follow along, partially from the simple fact that she was being agreeable, but more that he’d spent the morning frantically tidying his villa to make it presentable, and his efforts wouldn’t be going to waste.

“Excellent.” Felix declared, finally releasing his hands from their self-imposed confines at the small of his back. “I’ll lead the way.”

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A few quiet moments passed as Felix led Evangeline between the palm trees. But he felt himself growing curious about the young woman the further from the beach they walked, if only because he was to be hosting her in his living quarters. Feeling the warmth of the sun he recalled his early days on the sea, after having spent his whole life in England. Tropical waters brought with them the merciless sun and humid breezes that took him a few years to adjust to. He wondered how the princess had been finding it after what could have been only a few months at the most.

“So...Denmark...” he began, glancing down at her as he walked beside her. “The island climate must be quite foreign to you, I’d expect. 

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cassandragalatas‌:

In her months being on the island, Cassandra had done a rather good job of acclimating, learning to spend her days staying out of trouble. She usually had a smile on her face and rarely complained, doing her best to make the most out of a rather terrible situation. But the one thing she found herself harping on was the lack of books around for her to read. Certain kind pirates had given her books here and there to read, but the princess found it was never quite enough. Her academic training left her with a need for knowledge, for something more than just short fictional stories.

After asking around, someone mentioned a pirate who had a rather large collection of books and told her where she could find him. Felix. Cass recognized the name immediately, remembering him as the kind surgeon who had patched her up after the fire. Her intention had always been to seek him out but things had gotten in the way. But perhaps there was no time better than the present. Not wanting to go without anything to offer, she woke up rather early to get some scones baked, choosing to go with vanilla lavender scones. Eli had been kind enough to get her the ingredients as they had always been her stepmother’s favorite scone variety and reminded her of home.

With baked treats in hand, Cassie made her way to Felix’s villa, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the door. A soft smile made its way to her lips once it was opened and her eyes met the surgeon’s. “Hello. I am very sorry to bother you and I am sure you do not even remember me.” she began, laughing lightly. “I am Cassandra. You fixed up my hand after the first first.” Cassandra reminded herself to slow down, to not talk a mile a minute. “I was told that you have an excellent assortment of books and I was wondering if it would be alright for me to have a look? I did bring along some scones.” she added, holding up the tray. @felix-rylance

It was exactly the sort of afternoon Felix enjoyed best. Alone in his villa, a concerto he couldn’t quite remember the name of playing quietly in the background as he stood surrounded by his beloved intellectual mess of books and papers. He hummed idly along to the melody, scanning along a shelf of poetic anthologies until he found the space where the one he held in his free hand belonged. As he slid it gently into place, he felt his stomach growl and frowned at the sensation. Perhaps the day was missing something after all.

The subsequent knock on his door was quiet, timid almost, and he almost didn’t hear it over his own thoughts. Almost. Taking a frantic glance around the front foom of his villa, Felix cursed himself for letting it devolve into such a state of disarray. Of course, he knew where everything was, but to anyone other than him it likely resembled the aftermath of a natural disaster. As much as he wished he had a second to tidy up, he didn’t want to leave whoever was on his doorstep waiting. The doctor settled for running a hand through his hair, attempting to somewhat tame the disheveled locks, and re-fastening the top few buttons of his shirt. Presentable enough, he hoped. Closing on the door with a few long-legged strides, Felix swung it open to reveal...

Cassandra? The pirate instantly recognized the Grecian princess from the aftermath of the villa fire some weeks ago, recalling her injured hand and their brief exchange of words as he’d patched her up. Felix’s face softened and brightened all at once as she hurriedly explained her presence at his door, and though he would’ve been glad to invite her in regardless, the mention of scones had him hooked. “Cassandra the Prophetess. How could I forget.”  Felix flashed her a genuine grin as he stepped aside to let her in. “You heard correctly about my book collection...though as you’re about to see, I’m in the middle of re-organizing.” he explained, hurrying ahead of Cassandra to clear a place for her on the couch, and a place for her scones on the coffee table. He straightened up, turning to face her and clapping his hands together. “But first. Tea.”

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rasmussenxeva‌:

Eva had been lounging in front of the Tulach house when the man approached her. He was dressed incredibly well which made her guess he was a royal at first, but there was something… off about him, good or bad, she couldn’t tell yet. 

The way he said her name almost made her laugh a little. She understood though, it was a little difficult if you didn’t see it right in front of you. “Yes, that is me.” she said hesitantly and a little more formal than she originally anticipated. 

That’s what was off. He was a pirate. And he was her babysitter. Great. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she noticed his formality and his hesitance of the words ‘watch over you’. He was already very polite, which is something she had not expected at all. That mixed with the realization that he could make her life even more of a living hell, she’d play nice… for now.

Figuring she should properly introduce herself (full title to match him of course) she stood up and stretched out her hand, “Princess Evangeline of Denmark. But, you can call me Eva.” 

Felix wasn’t the best at picking up on body language, nobody would argue that, but he could have sworn he detected a slight stiffening of the Danish princess’ shoulders as she presumably realized who he was. Something akin to...irritation perhaps? It wasn’t a surprising reaction. He’d heard from several of his peers how un-thrilled many royals were with the prospect of being ‘surveilled’ by their captors, and he couldn’t exactly blame them for it. Still, he figured that doing everything he could to make the inherently uncomfortable situation as...well, comfortable as he could would be in his best interest as much as the princess’.

“Eva.” Felix repeated with a nod and a still-somewhat-awkward smile. “Happy to make your acquaintance.” He...was happy about it, wasn’t he? The whole situation felt stranger than he thought it would. But Eva seemed pleasant enough, matching his formality when another royal might have picked at him for it. Whether she was simply making nice for now, or was always this accommodating, Felix was grateful for her contribution to a smooth introduction. The doctor gave his shoulders a bit of a roll to quiet his mind as he continued. “If you aren’t otherwise occupied, I thought I could show you where you’ll be staying from now on.” said the pirate, thinking it best not to blatantly tell her she’d be living in his villa...with him...right off the bat. Postpone the inevitable awkwardness, as it were.

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“I beg your pardon miss—er, miss...Rasmussen, isn’t it?” Felix began, one hand tucked against his lower back while the other fiddled with one of the buttons on his coat. The fellow pirate who’d told him the name of his royal charge had sped through saying the princess’ name and departed out of sight before Felix could ask him to repeat it for good measure. Though his ears normally served him well, he hoped he’d pronounced her name correctly. Especially since this was his first time approaching the young woman.

“I’m Felix Rylance. Ship’s doctor on the Blue Moon. I’m to...watch over you.” he said, still getting used to the reality of his newest job description, and hoping the princess before him wasn’t the oppositional type.

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alexxlawrence·:

Felix turned around and Alex almost stepped back at the look in his eyes. He held his ground, his arms tightening across his chest before he flung one out to the side. “No, he didn’t. Because I made sure to never give him reason to call me a coward.” Alex’s voice raised as he spoke, the two brothers gaining the attention of people around them but Alex didn’t notice. His eyes blazed furiously at the accusations that Felix threw at him.

“We were children, yes, but at least I didn’t choose to abandon my father. I had no one else, I had no choice!” He paused, his breathing heavy and his eyes fixed on Felix. “Letters? What letters? I never received any from you. I wrote to you for over a year, Felix.” Alex shook his head in disbelief, he knew, he really did and he always had, but Alex had always refused to admit it to even himself. “That son of a bitch.” He rubbed a hand over his face, his lips pressed together tightly. “You son of a bitch.” Alex looked at Felix again, giving another shake of his head. “Why did you come? Why did you stay? There might be nothing left for you in Brighton, but there sure as hell isn’t anything for you here.” His words were cold and unnecessary, Alex knew that but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t stop the silent and cruel implication that Alex didn’t want him here. That he didn’t recognise Felix as blood.

Felix felt his half-brother’s words fall upon him like bricks, heavy and unrelenting, their edges crude and sharp. But as the first of them landed, Felix scoffed, a breath and a single laugh mixed together in a terrible sound of disbelief and amusement all at once. It might’ve even masked the hurt he felt were it not written plain in his eyes.

“Christ...he really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Felix breathed, shaking his head as he stared at Alex. He was always tough, even when the boys were young, always had that edge to him. But Felix remembered the glimpses of heart he’d seen in his half-brother. The instincts of protectiveness that had come out when they’d played together, of wanting Felix to smile and be happy. It tore at him to see the effects that their father’s looming influence had had over Alex as the years ticked past. To see every bit of softness he’d had now filed razor-sharp. With all the time that had passed, Felix couldn’t claim to really know the man anymore, except by reputation of course. And from what he’d heard, Felix could discern that speaking like that to the Alex Lawrence who stood in front of him wasn’t generally wise. Even so, the doctor was in no mood to temper what he felt. Not when it had sat festering within him for so many years. The two of them face-to-face like this was something that was always bound to happen. Somewhere. Sometime. It just happened to be now, and Felix wasn’t about to run from it.

He listened as Alex attempted to process the implications of what Felix had just told him. And the more he said, the more Felix had to do the very same. He saw his bitterness mirrored in Alex, years of it piled up, and by their father’s doing no less. Felix nearly cursed himself for having been blind to it, for blaming Alex for the lack of contact when it made so much more sense that Alexander had been the one severing the line. But soon enough the first mate’s words were turned on the doctor yet again. Truth be told, that seemed to be somewhat of a default reaction for the first mate, as far as Felix could tell. He let his body lean against the desk behind him, each of his hands gripping its edge. He dropped his gaze from Alex’s, shaking his head again with a sad smile.

“That’s exactly why, Alex.” Felix said, his voice softer than it had been, but no less sharp. “Nothing for me. A clean slate. At least it was. I guess the past always catches up, doesn’t it, brother?”

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blacktridentbadgyalnadia·:

As far as babysitter’s went, Nadia’s wasn’t so bad. Easy on the eyes and polite unlike some of the grumpier lot that occupied the island. She could tolerate this. Tolerate him. “I don’t have much but sure.” The crowned princess replied, looking out onto the ocean one last time before moving, headed to Tulach house where she spent most of her free time. Unfortunately.

The walk was spent in a comfortable silence but soon, Nadia felt the urge to break that. “So, where have you been? I mean, before coming here.” She asked.

Felix didn’t consider himself particularly awkward when it came to social interaction. Of course, whether or not that was an accurate self-assessment could be argued either way. All he knew was that he felt...not uneasy, but uncertain as he walked beside the princess. Uncertain as to whether the quiet between them was one of contentment on her part, or something else. He tried to focus on the sounds of the ocean, the breeze through the palms, and it occurred to him that the princess may very well have been doing the same. Whatever the truth, he felt a tension he hadn’t realized his shoulders had been carrying melt away when she spoke up at last.

“More places than I can count, surely.” Felix chuckled in response, an easy smile finding its way onto his face. “But you mean directly before coming here, of course.” he said. “I—or rather...a few of my crewmates and I—were sailing off the coast of Peru. Admiring the distant Andes from the waters at their feet.” His tone was wistful and reminiscent, before he grounded himself again in the present. “I’d ask the same of you, princess, but...I think it goes without saying where you were...”

Home, of course...

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amelialatremoille·:

Eyebrows furrowed as she heard him quote what she was assuming the book he was reading. “I may be a princess, but that doesn’t mean I read.” She joked, running a hand through her hair. Amelie never… loved to read, unless it was a book that had an intricate plot and could draw a reader in.

Her head nodded, letting her brain process what he had said. “I’ve been on this island for long enough to have figured out all the nice places here… bit after a while, they tend to lose their charm.” She mumbled, eyes adverting back to the blue ocean, watching as the waves hit the shore. 

Felix allowed himself a chuckle at the princess’ response, closing the book in his lap. Following the princess’ gaze he cast his blue eyes out to sea for a moment, wondering idly which spot on the horizon she was looking at.

“When disenchantment strikes, I find it sometimes helps to see things through different eyes. Someone else’s perspective.” Felix turned his gaze back to the young woman beside him, turning a bit where he sat and extending a hand in her direction. “Felix Rylance. Ship’s doctor on the Blue Moon.”

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alexxlawrence·:

They stared at each other for a moment, their eyes caught on each others. Their eyes that were so hauntingly the same. Alex could hear Alexander laughing from beyond the watery grave that Alex had thrown him in. “We’ll bury him at home.” The Tulach Captain had spoken. “No need.” Alex had replied to Roman, lifting up the body of his father. He leaned him in place against the railings, a morbid smile falling over his face before his boot connected with the dead man’s chest. Alex had watched him fall into the sea, watched how the ocean had claimed him for itself. “He is where he belongs.” Alex had said before walking away and burying the memory of his father deep down.

Felix turned away from Alex and Alex’s blood ran cold. A numbness spread through him, but he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the back of his brother’s head. “How?” He questioned it as if he didn’t believe Felix. As if Felix had a reason to lie to Alex. He took a deep breath, silently exhaling and found his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The gesture went unnoticed by Alex, although not unnoticed by others and the two brothers found themselves alone within moments. “I wasn’t the one who abandoned you, Felix.” Alex’s words were sharp, accusing almost. “You chose not to come.” It was an unfair thing to throw at Felix. They had just been been children, torn between wanting to earn the respect and devotion from their father and needing a stable home environment with a mother. They had just been children.

--- “It’s alright, Lucky. You’re going to be okay.” Felix couldn’t block his mother’s voice from slipping into his thoughts. He didn’t want to. Banishing any trace of her memory was the last thing on earth he wanted to do. Even if it was a memory of the day he found out he was going to lose her. “You have everything you need right up here.” she’d given him a tap on the forehead, the smile never fading from her face even though he could see the war between fear and sadness behind her eyes. He wasn’t a child anymore. A young man of twenty-three at the time. Yet still she wanted to spare him the pain. That’s who his mother was. ---

Felix hadn’t noticed the paper on the table beneath his hand until his fist clenched, crumpling the sheet audibly into a ball as he listened to Alex’s voice. Listened to the question that he shouldn’t have to ask; a question Alex would know the answer too if he hadn’t—

“Cancer.” Felix stated, his voice flat and quiet. A beat passed as he fought the urge to throw the balled paper across the room. But his fingers merely flexed around it before letting go. He heard Alex speak again, keeping his back turned as if he were defying his presence in a way. But then—You chose not to come. That made Felix turn, incredulity flaring behind the blue of his eyes. “Chose?” the word seethed past his lips. “I was a child, Alex. We were children. I didn’t choose to stay behind any more than you chose to follow him up the ramp of that ship like some lost puppy. I’ll bet he didn’t call you a coward that day.” He took a step closer to the first mate. “You want to talk about choice, Alex? How about the choice you made to never contact me again? Do you know how many letters I sent? The first few years I can understand. He probably plucked them out of your hands and threw them overboard. But I’m curious. At what point did you decide to start tossing them over yourself?”