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Roleplay and Ask Blog for Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death.

[gentlepyrate]

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[gentlepyrate]

𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋 sent:

the receiver has recently been kidnapped and held captive by enemies of the sender. the sender, having spent every minute since the abduction searching for them, reunites with the receiver after defeating the bad guys.

He hadn't expected to be kidnapped, really, though in hindsight that may have been an oversight. 

He is, after all, despite his best efforts, a bit of a weak point compared to Edward and Izzy. He's usually clever enough to talk his way out of trouble or at least to miraculously land on his feet somehow, but when someone puts a bag over your head and promptly knocks you out there isn't really much time to talk. Luckily for him, he seems to be a hostage, meaning they don't want him dead. From what he's gathered, he's being offered to the highest bidder - either Edward or one of many navies which have a bounty out for his head. 

That's the intention anyway. Stede knows better.

His inability to behave has left him a little worse for wear - bruised, cut, blood and dirt dried on his face, though not irreparably damaged. They've kept him alive, but only just, offering him moldy bread which at first he'd turned his nose up at, which is now looking like a fair enough offer, piss instead of water which remains disgusting. There is something personal to this - they'd spoken Israel's name with venom in their tone, not that he would ever tell Israel that himself. Knowing Israel, the guilt would never leave. 

 The day comes when Stede begins to wonder if they are coming at all, though he tries stubbornly not to think of it. It's just - he's never really been wanted. Is he worth the effort? The potential damage? If someone were hurt trying to retrieve him - if Edward or Izzy - well, he would never forgive himself.

So though he isn't irreparably damaged in mind or body, he's still feeling pretty shitty when he hears a crash from a ways off. Stede jumps with a little cry of surprise, then quickly gets to his feet, glancing at the guard they have stationed at his cell. 

" Sit the fuck down, "   The man growls at him, but Stede just grins, perhaps a little bit more unhinged than intended with how exhausted he is.

" Speak of the devil, "   Stede says in a voice which makes him sound sort of out of his mind, and for a moment, there is just a little fear in his eyes - and Stede adores it, actually, is more than happy that one of his captors is experiencing regret in this moment.

And then his brains get blown out of his skull by a bullet. Stede blinks, and intelligently says -   " Oh. "

The guard slumps to the ground and Stede groans as he uses the bars of the cell to heft himself up, his head swimming. His tongue is dry in his mouth, his throat filled with sand it seems, and his body isn't liking the standing bit, his heart thudding in his ears, but he holds on tightly, clutching the bars until his knuckled are white because he knows -

" Israel. "

It's a breath of a word and his vision swims - there's two Izzy's, which is a fantasy not to be had right at this moment, so he tries to blink and clear his vision. He thrusts himself forward and manages to stumble to the front bars of the cell, pressing himself the metal just so he can be closer. One of his hands reaches out. He wants to touch, he needs to touch. All of a sudden, he feels sort of insane, tears gathering in his eyes.

" I missed you, "   Stede chokes out, which is much too far for whatever they are - Stede loves Izzy, he knows, but they've never admitted it aloud, he can barely get Izzy to hold his hand yet. But he can't help it, just like he can't help the single tear that drifts down his cheek - a precious waste of what little water is left in his system. Stede sucks in a breath to try and get a hold of himself. He is capable and he has to pull himself together. They still have to get out of here.   " Where's Edward? The crew? "

@smokedanced​

[gentlepyrate]

𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋 ♡​​

It was much easier to hate Bonnet than to  love him.  (No, he hasn’t spoken those words out loud. Fuck no. It’s embarrassing enough to… to feel.)

Izzy’s not built for gentle. Hell, he’s not built for even amiable. He’s built for anger and violence. Tried to communicate as much to Stede, yet here they are. Whatever they are. Together. Little shit has a way of wrapping people around his little finger. (Or, perhaps simply a way into people’s hearts.)

He’s tried fighting it, he has. If he’s not built to love, he doesn’t feel like he’s built to be loved, either. It gets more terrifying the more time goes by, because it cannot… simply, it cannot last, how could it? Bonnet is  ⸺  not as soft as he looks, no, but… surely someone like him won’t tolerate someone like Izzy for long? And what of it? Doesn’t matter. Why should Izzy fear losing Stede, why should his heart race in pathetic fear as he stares at their hands, close but not quite touching, feeling the proximity? Why should it make his chest burst if Stede chose to walk away, now? Stupid…

Threatened by the idea of Stede walking away (why would he want to stay out here, stewing in Izzy’s silence?), Izzy makes a choppy move to grab for his hand, managing to soften it before skin touches skin. Heart races faster. He’s not built for gentle…

Stede’s ridiculously smooth hand is such a contrast to his own, roughened by the elements and wear. It’s not a gentleman’s hand, anymore, perhaps, not so soft in comparison to someone who doesn’t call the sea his home. But compared to Izzy’s…

Not quite knowing what he intends before feeling himself doing it, Izzy lifts Stede’s hand to press a kiss  ⸺  his beard must be making it so rough, tender and terrified as he feels  ⸺  to his palm. He… he does want to show affection. Does want the… the fucking softness, even if he doesn’t know how to do any of it. He knows how to fuck and be fucked. Doesn’t know how to… but he’s doing it, isn’t he? This, their hands, Stede’s other one now on his cheek, the starlit sky, his fuckin’ heartbeat… & then Stede’s hand stedies to cup his face, and Izzy, unknowingly, has the look of a wide-eyed prey facing its predator before he instinctively shuts his eyes as Stede leans in to kiss his temple.

He makes a half-suppressed noise of desperation somewhere deep inside his throat.

❝ You’re dying to wax some poetic, ❞    he mutters, in a half-assed attempt at saying something vaguely mean, leaning onto the snark like a crutch, making zero attempts at stepping away from Stede.    ❝ Impressive, how long you’ve managed to shut up, really… ❞

" I was enjoying the silence, actually, "   Stede muses, resting his forehead against Izzy's freshly-kissed temple for the briefest moment. The disagreement is an offer in and of itself. If Izzy wants to fight a little, sure, he'll play along. He knows it's what makes Israel comfortable, and he's willing to meet him in the middle. One small sacrifice for another.

It's easier than he thinks it probably should be, loving Izzy Hands. It was a sudden swoop and an unfamiliar feeling at first, the sensation of being suddenly pulled in the wrong direction, of the floor falling out from under him. Yet the moment he made sense of it was the moment he embraced the freefall, and it's been so easy ever since. Love is easy, even it it isn't yet time to admit aloud that it is love.

" It's a nice night. "    The weather is clear, winds are steady, and Israel has seen fit to offer him a small gift  —  a little token of affection that he's going to cherish for far too long. Stede examines Israel thoughtfully.

For all of his rough exterior, Israel Hands can be soft, but that is not all that Stede loves him for. He has rough hands and a sharp a wit as his sword. He has a dedication and loyalty that surpasses anyone he has ever met before.  He is strong & resilient. He is handsome. Stede could go on.

( Maybe he is dying to wax poetic. )

Most notably, however  —  he is not very good at hiding his emotions when they overtake him, for all of his effort at doing so. Stede heard the little noise, sees the look in his eyes. Stede's lips curve into a gentle smile, and his thumb shifts at Izzy's cheek, tracing over his lower lip with the lightest touch. Salt-chapped and rough, every bit a man of the sea, but Stede enjoys his kisses anyway, whether they are soft or as harsh and passionate as Israel himself often is. The captain leans in to replace his thumb with his lips. The kiss is soft, inviting. Yes, he loves Izzy in all his parts, but he is a pirate and a greedy one at that. He'll take this rarity of affection for as long as he can manage to steal it away.

[gentlepyrate]

𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋 sent:

[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm. 

He has long since learned that there is more to Izzy Hands than what is on the surface, but that doesn't mean he isn't continually surprised - and flustered, even - by the little gestures that he doesn't expect.

Stede had spotted the first mate all on his own at the bow of the ship, the night sky twinkling with stars that seemed brighter under the shadow of the new moon. After a gentle test of whether or not his company was wanted or appreciated, he had joined his - his partner? His Izzy? - not wanting him to be alone.

Their hands had been close on the taffrail, and Stede had been debating gently taking Izzy's hand in his own. But Hands beats him to it.

Stede's chest flutters and his heart beats loudly even at that simple touch. Israel's hands are calloused, heavily-worn, but delicate in some way. Graceful. His touch is that strangely familiar mix of gentle and rough, like he wants to be soft but can't be, or maybe the other way around.

And then Israel lifts his hand and presses a kiss to his palm and Stede's eyes might as well have stars in them. He looks bright and in love, and so, so, happy.

He has learned that Israel is not a man for words, so he doesn't open his mouth, worried that whatever might spill out of it would offend him, likely, somehow break the intimacy of this little moment. Instead, Stede runs the tip of his fingers over Izzy's cheek, very gently, very slowly, until he is cupping the first mate's face in his palm.

Stede leans in and presses a kiss to his temple and doesn't say a word.

@smokedanced​

[memesomething]

First Impressions sentence starters

“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”

“Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?”

“I need to know this is for real. If you’re not genuine, tell me right now.”

“You’re… good at that.”

“I didn’t realize you were - maybe we should start again. I’m [name].”

“So this is what the (in)famous [Name] is like behind closed doors.”

“You have a lot of experience with this.”

“Do you know what people say about you?”

“You’re just like they said.”

“Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”

“I thought they were exaggerating about you.”

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.”

“Am I safe with you?”

“Do you mean that?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”

“What made you get into this/that line of work?”

“Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”

“You … you chose me.”

“I… no, nothing. I just didn’t realize you were brave.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed/fired, you know.”

“Have you always been like that?”

“That was kind.”

“That was good of you.”

“That was stupid.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”

“You were there. You didn’t have to be.”

“I think .. I have you to thank, for this.”

“I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you.”

[soulrph]

the receiver has recently been kidnapped and held captive by enemies of the sender. send in “ i told you i’d find you… “ for the sender, having spent every minute since the abduction searching for them, to reunite with the receiver after defeating the bad guys. ( OR: if the sender wouldn’t say this, send in “LOST” and whatever they might actually say in that situation! so for example: “LOST + “come on, let’s go home.” )

alternatively, send in “ i knew you’d find me… “ for the sender to have been kidnapped by the receiver’s enemies, and for the receiver to reunite with them after defeating the bad guys. ( OR: if the sender wouldn’t say this, send in “FOUND” and whatever they might say in that situation! for example: “FOUND + “it’s about time!” )

[simkaye]

yea I’m also obsessed with the robes they’re pretty great

[gentlepyrate]

𝐄𝐃 ♡​

Holy fuck. It’s a damn good thing Stede is supporting him, cause otherwise Ed would swoon right to the fucking floor. Ed opens his mouth to say something, but all he manages to produce at first is a rather taken giggle. Fuck it, whatever, he’s not even embarrassed by it.

“Oh, Stede, you’re so big and strong,” the way he curls a strand of his own hair around his finger and flutters his lashes at Stede is involuntary and therefore completely sincere. Ed can feel himself blushing.

He’d been sailing at half-mast when Stede had started kissing his throat, but this little maneuver has him rock hard now. He wants to touch himself but Ed reaches for Stede instead, passing his hand affectionately over his hair, gaze lingering on his mouth.

“Fuck yeah, this is great, baby. Take whatever you want,” he meets Stede’s eyes, feels his heart catch in his chest, and smiles at him; beaming. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

@gentlepyrate​

Ed's giggle is echoed by a happy little chuckle from Stede. He's just so damn happy around Edward, no matter what. He nuzzles Ed's thigh a little with a smile on his face and a light blush to match Edward's.

" I may have gotten a little stronger since I started working with the crew. "   Though he hadn't been as weak as he appeared when he came out to sea - tossing children around during playtime and the occasional pet project to stave off boredom will do that to you. Not to mention the unending tree-climbing and running away he'd done all throughout his teen years.

I love you. Oh, it never gets too old to hear it.

" You have. Say it again. "

Stede wastes no time in leaning in to lick up the underside of Ed's cock, aiming to cut off his words before he can finish them. Stede grins, then shifts a little, moving his shoulders so he can slips his mouth around the head and bob down around Edward's length, cheeks hollowed and eyelashes fluttering closed. He opens them again just to look at Ed, something bright and adoring in his gaze, something that breaks straight through the deepness of his lust, somehow. 

@blackflcgs​

[gentlepyrate]

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 sent:  

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“ Oh, what a gift. "   Stede's voice is somewhat breathless, fond, undercut by the sound of laughter outside of their quarters. The crew is having a good night and they - well, Stede has every intention to make sure they have a good night, too.

The gentleman kisses Ed's throat in a serpentine curve, making his way to the hem of his collar where he slips to his knees and skips straight to the hem lower down, lips pressed against Ed's skin where it peeks out from the bottom of his cropped shirt, hands resting at his hips.

" I'll be sure to cherish it. "   And that means something unique, something to love Edward and overwhelm him with pleasure as much as he deserves -

Ah. Now there's an idea.

Stede's hands slip down to Ed's brace, beginning the process of ridding him of his clothes, so Stede can do this properly. He takes of the brace, undoes Ed's boots, slips off his trousers, and when Ed's left in nothing more than a shirt, Stede wiggles so his shoulders are under Ed's thighs and lifts, pressing Ed and his own hands up against the wall for stability with Ed's cock placed rather pointedly in front of Stede's mouth.

" And how about like this? "   Stede's gaze is curious, delighted as he looks at Ed. He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of his lover's thigh. 

@blackflcgs

[libraryofmemes]

My muse is woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “shh, you’re okay.” to calm and comfort them.

Send ‘It’s okay. You’re okay.’ for the reverse for your muse waking up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. And for my muse to comfort your muse. 

[octoberinspo]

SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

“You’re really hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[skellsmemes]

Lyrics taken from Keaton Henson’s album named Kindly Now:

❝ God forgive the heartless way we let it all burn down. ❞

❝ Godspeed, my love. ❞

❝ I’ll allow my heart to get over you now. ❞

❝ I’ll be in the sunrise hoping that its rays don’t burn a hole in my eyes. ❞

❝ You and I are monsters. ❞

❝ You and I are monsters. We’ll not find another. Cannot be together lest we eat each other. ❞

❝ Don’t make me leave. ❞

❝ I hear the crowds adore you so. ❞

❝ Got you wrapped around my finger. ❞

❝ You can count on me to misbehave. ❞

❝ Would you do anything for me? ❞

❝ Obviously my wounds are open to see, but don’t take them seriously. I’ll be fine. ❞

❝ Come and meet me in the trenches. ❞

❝ Always had intense eyes. ❞

❝ I’m hoping I don’t die after you. ❞

❝ Never forgive me. ❞

❝ Your love is the hopeless light that I need to remind me I’m living. ❞

❝ You pulled me together with blood and soft stitches. ❞

❝ You’re proof that I’m breathing and that I still need to be loved and to hear you whisper to me: ‘You’re enough.’ ❞

❝ You’re enough. ❞

❝ Well, I’m self-centred, loving myself to sin. ❞

❝ Stay away from me. ❞

❝ I care only for art and career. ❞

❝ I am lonely in the fact that I need to be loved and told I am deserve. ❞

❝ We let us be, just to be. ❞

❝ The truth is I need you to tell me I’m worthy of all this great living that I’ve been doing. ❞

❝ I’m sick of the silence that greets me when I go to bed. ❞

❝ I’ve still got songs in me yet. ❞

❝ I’m frightened to death you’ll forget me. ❞

❝ Don’t forget me. ❞

❝ I guess that’s the most honest thing I’ve said yet. ❞

❝ You said one day I would celebrate: the day I fell in love with you.❞

❝ You should grieve the night and mourn the stars above.❞

❝ Those that live in this place have never been in love. ❞

❝ No witnesses, no crime. ❞

❝ I lit matches in our hotel room. Hoped to burn away the sight of you. ❞

❝ I’ve never been in love. ❞

❝ Tell me what you want from me. ❞

❝ In the heat, clothed only in obscenity, hoping that reality will not come and meet with me too soon. ❞

❝ Can I get lost in you? ❞

❝ It’s human and it’s tough. ❞

❝ It is love, but it won’t be enough. ❞

❝ It is love, but I fear it won’t do. ❞

❝ What is good lust but love without trust? ❞

❝ I’m in a bad love. ❞

❝ There’s a whole lot of nothing to me. ❞

❝ I’m amazed that you ever loved me. ❞

❝ If you changed me… I’m afraid, love, it was lost on me. ❞

❝ I’m awakened and my heart’s bled in the mouths of the people I please. ❞

❝ Who needs comfortable love? ❞

❝ Let’s hear the heartbreaks that you felt before. ❞

❝ You’re a call to arms. ❞

❝ I love you, but I worry about letting you leave. ❞

❝ When you’re young it isn’t hard to trust. ❞

❝ I haven’t many words to say. ❞

❝ I’ve thought about you every day. ❞

❝ Did you love me like the way you said? ❞

❝ I remember worse than blood and tears. ❞

❝ Won’t you kick in my teeth? ❞

❝ Do what you have to, I’ll write you a check. ❞

❝ My words are a waste of no’s. ❞

❝ Do you love me? ❞

❝ I’ll live my life like a person on the ropes. ❞

❝ Won’t you put out my eyes? ❞

❝ Won’t you bite off my tongue? ❞

❝ Make me feel heartache like when I was young. ❞

❝ I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. ❞

❝ Haunt me when you die. ❞

❝ Take my lungs, break my heart. ❞

❝ I can’t bear to be apart. ❞

❝ Tonight I love you. ❞

❝ I think I love you. ❞

❝ Please don’t be afraid of me. ❞

❝ Be near me, lover. ❞

❝ I’ll be your lover. ❞

❝ Please console me so I can sleep. ❞

❝ Holy lover, I’ll be the colors I can’t see. ❞

❝ I will try harder. ❞

❝ Please just hold me so I can sleep. ❞

❝ How could I have known you were the one for me? ❞

❝ How could I have known you were the air I breathe if you don’t believe in love? ❞

❝ How was I to know that I couldn’t live without your arms around me? ❞

❝ If you’d only come back now, I’d not let you down again. ❞

❝ How could you allow me to love you so? ❞

❝ Guess I could have been a better person. ❞

❝ I should’ve been on my knees, but I can be cold. ❞

❝ I know that our love was real but I broke the deal and now… ❞

❝ Please don’t let me drown. ❞

❝ You’re the one that I love the most. ❞

[gentlepyrate]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   [ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

" Edward. "  

It's soft, pleading. An entreaty to listen, though he of course owes Stede nothing. Less than nothing. Stede had been terribly stupid, leaving Edward, but he has an explanation, if Ed will hear it, and more importantly than that, he's willing to fix it. To make up for the mistake.

" You don't understand. I want to be that for you. I want to make you feel . . . wanted. "   Loved. Is that too much to say?

" I just . . . I've been . . . an absolute prat. I didn't know what I was doing, I - oh, it doesn't matter why, but I fear I've made the greatest mistake of my life and I - give me a chance to fix it. You - you mean - you mean the world to me, Edward. "  Oh, lord, he feels almost teary-eyed at the idea of Edward saying no. Not that he wouldn't deserve it.   " I should never have left. "

@teachthekraken​

[gentlepyrate]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   [ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

When Stede had left his aristocratic life to become a pirate, he'd somehow failed to consider the very real dangers of the sea. Or rather, he'd heard of them, but hadn't known well enough to avoid them, or perhaps even more honestly than that, he's simply too old to go about living a life he doesn't care for, and wouldn't terribly mind if it ended with a bang.

But dying in theory and very nearly dying in reality are too very different things. The gentleman is struck with fever, still recovering from the stab wound and the attempted hanging both. He stirs in and out of consciousness, speaking in his sleep, fitful with nightmares. 

 " Alma? "   It's the faintest mumble of a word - the name he's attached to the gentle touch at his forehead in his mind. But no, that doesn't make much sense. He's not sure anyone's touched him as gently as that. Maybe he's imagining things. 

 His eyelashes flutter for the barest moment, almost opening, before the gentleman falls back under, slipping back into unconsciousness.

His guilt and his worry attacks him in nightmares, fractured by the feeling of a gentle touch, a whisper of a calming voice, a breath. It might not even be there either. Mary yelling at him seems a great deal more correct.

" . . . Mary. "   Who is it by his bedside? Is there anyone there at all? (Or maybe he's dead?) 

 Stede's eyes open blearily for the first time since he was laid out in this bed. Golden, the color of honey or scotch, though there isn't a bit of sense in them. It's likely he won't remember this conversation, if he's even the slightest bit present at all. 

 " Mary, "   He repeats.   " The children - "   In his head, they are on the ship too. He's endangered them, just as he's endangered -   "  . . . My crew . . . " 

 Stede shifts in a paltry attempt to get up, and the pain in his abdomen immediately quits that idea. His gaze rolls over the ceiling, not quite able to settle anywhere - glances over to the stranger at his bedside and travels allover him, unable to place him and unsure of why he can't. 

 " Hello. "   The captain seems seconds from passing away at any moment, yet he still feels guilty for not being able to remember this person - terrible faux pax that, if it is someone he's supposed to remember.   " Wh - hm. "

@teachthekraken​

[gentlepyrate]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   [ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

True enough, and in all honesty, Stede hadn't thought too deeply about Blackbeard at all. He'd written off the captain that Izzy had mentioned in the bar in seconds, for the pure fact that Izzy was serving under him. 

 Yet, here's Edward. Astounding. 

 Stede leans up from the couch to grab the decanter, trying not to feel too flustered over the idea of Ed thinking about him at all before they'd met, let alone being pleased with what he's found. 

 " Flatterer, "   Stede accuses lightly as he refills Ed's glass.   " I was half-dead when you found me. Can't have been all that astounding. Either you had very low expectations of me or you're rather easy to impress. "

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