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『 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝙗 𝙚 𝙡 𝙞 𝙚 𝙫 𝙞 𝙣 𝙜 , 』
◇ closed roleplay account. in association with grimmshq. ◇ will contain adult-oriented content. minors dni. ◇ as sung by 𝐫𝐨𝐝. twenty-eight. he/him. cst.
『 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 , 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝙩 𝙧 𝙪 𝙚 . . . 』
eloi de basile / ashton barnes ;; cendrillon . ◇ about. ◇ starters. ◇ mirror. ◇ musings. ◇ desires.
ulric / richard hartwin ;; the huntsman. ◇ about. ◇ starters. ◇ mirror. ◇ musings. ◇ desires.
📩 HONESTY SATURDAY ! reblog this if your inboxes are open to receiving honesty hour asks. feel free to ask anything to my muses and they'll be as honest as possible. * if it's more of an internal monologue and not open knowledge, please make this known somehow.
Free Fall (2013) dir. Stephan Lacant
"I want it so fucking bad," Conan says, licking the spot where the hickey is already starting to form. "I think being in you just might fix me, baby."
He kisses down Ashton's upper body, licking both nipples, nipping at abs, and even blowing a quick breath of cool air at sensitive skin above the waistline of his pants. Then with a practice rivaled only by professional sex workers, Conan undoes and tugs Ashton's pants and underwear down, revealing him fully.
Conan leans back so he can finally take in a naked Ashton. Panting as the light from the fire dances along hills and valley's of soft muscle.
He looks up into Ashton's eyes and he feels a wolf like hunger come over him.
"How bad do you need me inside you?"
His voice is low, gravelly, and dripping with lust.
"y-yes...yes, conan," the whimpers and moans were louder and louder as those warm lips made their way down ashton's body. "have your fix with me, i want everything you got..." fingers caressed those dark curls as his nipples were teased, then his abs, his waist. legs shifting along with his pants, allowing the other to remove them until ashton was left with nothing, gasping as his bare ass had to rest on the cold grass underneath them. nothing covered his beautiful shape except for the light from the fire, engulfing his body in its warmth as beads of sweat began to trace every muscle.
the evidence to answer conan was right there for him to witness. with his clit hardened, and the plush muscles that concealed his entrance moist and pulsing. his free hand slowly allowed conan a better view, index and middle fingers opening ashton. presenting conan to what, for that night, belonged to only him.
"i need you so bad, more than anything in the world."
Conan hands over the fox and happily takes the second torch, following Ulric who doesn't question his story. That only let's him relax slightly. The man could just be biding his time until Conan slips up and reveals the truth. Conan's never felt more like a wolf in sheep's wool than when there's a hunter nearby.
"Can't go wrong with a castle," he says as they walk the darkening halls, only lit by the torches in their hands or being lit by Ulric. "Maybe we can find the king's rooms. Bet his bed is fun to fuck in. Wanna help me test it?"
He gives Ulric a look that used to work really well on Richard. A look that he'd perfected that conveyed the perfect amount of "I'm so down to fuck right this fucking second," and "I'm imagining you naked and I want you to get me naked right now."
in spite of the dire turn that his life - or rather both of his lives had taken, ulric was thankful that he had at least managed to find some semblance of stability. they had food, shelter, and hopefully soon enough he'd be armoured and armed. it would be difficult to sleep for the night, but hopefully not impossible. conan was there, so if the two settled on a schedule to keep guard...
a noble plan. but concn had other plans in mind.
the hunter stared at the youth in amazement. the more lax part of him wanted to amuse the boy, play along or tease him - but ulric, for conan's misfortune, was anything but. an eyebrow was raised, a sigh escaping his lips. "you truly have no other thoughts in that lewd head of yours?" abrasive response perhaps, but the question was genuine. even in their situation, was it all the young man could think of? ulric walked closer, towering over conan. "is your sexual urgency so that it fogs anything else?"
Sam's smile is gentlemanly though his thoughts are anything but. He steps up and takes Ashton's hand, lifting it to place a kiss on his knuckles.
"Mon cher," he greets, kissing the back of Ashton's hand next. "You are a welcome sight indeed."
He turns Ashton's hand to kiss the inside of his wrist, never breaking eye contact as he does. He lowers their hands but doesn't release it, fingers gently massaging the hand.
"I must say, I never thought I'd see you like this. You never struck me as a warrior. Though I suppose there's much we must not know about each other now."
Not that Ashton knew much about Samuel Baron anyway. Sam was very good about only giving Ashton enough that he felt like he knew Sam deeply. Not truly though. If he did know Samuel, the man would never had let Sam in so intimately.
it was always a delight to find familiar faces in such a strange land. even eloi, the one who belonged in that realm, felt lost and confused as he had yet to make it to his homeland in starsbourg. so finding samuel standing before him was just a breath of fresh air.
"gentlemanly as ever, i see." the blond teased as he let his hand be taken by that of the older man. lips gracing his skin, a kiss which ashton had already missed.
having put the broom and shield to the side, ashton's eyes looked back at them for a moment, while hand willingly remained in samuel's hold. it was a comforting grasp, fingers lacing with those of the other soon after.
"it has been a surprise for the both of us, believe me." his steps brought him closer to samuel, wondering how much he would remember of their relationship before the town had vanished into thin air. ashton could not forget it, even if he wanted to. the way that man had spoiled him in every way possible, so many things not even eloi could've dreamed of. "i suppose there is a lot we will be learning from one another from this point on."
his memories were still hazy. they came and went without warning; some settled heavily in his mind while others slipped through his fingers the moment he reached for them. but richard—or rather, ulric—held a special place amongst them. he'd taken up the mantle of the kingdom's huntsman while still a young man and, for as long as snow could remember, he'd simply... been there. after his father's death, when the castle had become a colder place, ulric had become a light in the dark, a steady hand upon his shoulder whenever the weight of the world threatened to grow too heavy. in many ways, he'd filled a place no one else ever truly could. there had always been a warmth to him that snow had only ever found in one other person.
florian.
strong, brave, steadfast. goodness seemed woven into the very fabric of both men, and perhaps it wasn't so strange that snow found himself drawn to souls like theirs. kind men. honorable men. the sort who carried the burdens of others without expecting anything in return. seeing ulric now eased something deep inside his chest. if there was one person besides florian whom he'd trust with his life, it was him. the huntsman who'd spared him when grimhilde demanded his heart. the man who'd taught him to wield a sword. the one who'd remained by his side through war and loss alike. yet richard lingered there too, just as vividly. mornings spent at the farm, tending to livestock together, routine check-ups, quiet conversations over coffee while don wandered happily between them. those memories were no less real. they simply belonged to another life.
his thoughts were interrupted by familiar paws scrambling across the road. don reached him first, tail wagging with such enthusiasm that snow couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. he crouched instinctively, fingers disappearing into the dog's familiar fur as he scratched behind one ear. "hey there, beautiful." the greeting came as naturally as breathing. whether he was snow white or leopold weisshaupt hardly seemed to matter to the old dog. to don, he was simply the man who always had treats tucked away somewhere and never minded muddy paws.
it wasn't until he looked back up that he noticed ulric lowering himself onto one knee.
for a brief moment, confusion flickered across his face before understanding followed close behind. of course. he wasn't greeting leopold, the town's veterinarian. he was kneeling before his king.
somehow...
that felt wrong.
"ri— ulric, wait." the correction came with a small, almost sheepish smile as he stepped closer. before the huntsman could remain there any longer, snow bent down himself, gently wrapping both hands around the one that held his. "please... stand." his voice was as soft as ever, but there was quiet certainty behind it. "i'm just... happy to see you." his smile lingered, warm despite everything that had happened. "more than i can say."
his grip lingered only a moment before he helped guide the huntsman back to his feet. "i'm not sure i deserve such formality anymore." a quiet laugh escaped him, though there was little humor behind it. "i remember enough to know who i was... but i also remember being leopold. somehow, they both feel like me." his gaze drifted briefly toward the castle in the distance before returning to ulric. "whatever's happened... i don't think we're here by accident. we've got to find our way home." he paused, a thoughtful smile tugging gently at the corners of his lips. "...though i'm no longer certain which home that is." was florian alright?
ulric was not a man who often cried. sensibility was not something he could afford himself, his demeanour stoic and strong for the sake of his duty and his sex. no weakness was allowed when one devoted themselves to the black forest, courage overcoming any fear or hesitance he could feel. and yet, he couldn't stop the tears that threatened to roll down his face as he could feel the marble skin of his prince once again, palms ever so warm and gentle bringing and overwhelming joy to the huntsman. his prince - his king - was safe.
one would think the huntsman could be exaggerating, did he not trust his monarch could survive on his own? but fact of the matter was, the place the young king held in his heart was deeper than just mere loyalty to his ruler. ulric had seen snow white grow into the chivalrous and kind man he was. he was the one person whom he considered family, the light in his life that made him feel like he accomplished something great. his pride, his joy, it was all snow white. and even in pellar's, in spite of the forgotten life they shared, leo had been nothing but the sweetest man, someone richard wanted to keep safe and protected. it would ever be the same, in any life, any place.
the warmth of snow white's hold soon enveloped his entire hand. no longer was he staring up at the king, but instead both were at the same level, face to face. just as precious as ulric remembered him...whatever impulse had crossed his mind had to be pushed away immediately, instead following snow's gentle request and pushing himself back to his feet.
"forgive me, y-" your majesty was at the tip of his tongue. "...i am beyond happy to see you as well."
a hug. a warm embrace was the most the huntsman could allow himself. hands holding his king close, silently bowing to remain his faithful guardian one more time. snow white, leopold, little did it matter to ulric. if he had to die for him, he would do so with a smile. "i have no more answers than you, unfortunately." having wiped his face clean, he let himself regain his more serious demeanour, even if a lingering smile remained on his lips. "i suddenly blacked out, for a moment i thought i was dying. instead i woke here, finally back to my senses. i believe we are closer to kehl than we ever were back in pellar's town." to ulric, that was the only home he knew. the only one that mattered. "have you arrived here all alone?"
zeke, the gruff diner owner, hadn't exactly been a social creature by design, but he'd found a handful of people in town he felt safe enough around to let his guard down. some more than others. some he'd merely turned to for satisfaction, others had managed to worm their way beneath his skin and become something... different. more personal. he'd never spent much time trying to understand it, had chosen instead to bury the questions and enjoy whatever came of it while it lasted.
richard had been one of those.
zeke had felt drawn to him for as long as he could remember. looking back, it was almost ironic that the wolf would find himself lingering around the man responsible for putting meat on half the town's tables. then again, perhaps it wasn't ironic at all. richard never talked more than necessary, never demanded anything of him and never seemed bothered by the comfortable silence that settled whenever they shared a space. he'd invited zeke over for the occasional cookout, supplied the diner with enough quality meat to keep him happy and somehow, had become one of the very few people whose company the wolf didn't instinctively want to escape.
or bite.
truth be told, zeke had never really stopped to question why. he'd simply found himself saying yes whenever richard asked, lingering a little longer than intended whenever the evening drew to a close. the attraction had never announced itself with grand revelations or racing hearts. it had been quieter than that. instinctive. the same quiet certainty that told him which paths through the forest were safe to follow and which weren't. zeke liked him.
and zeke didn't like anyone.
well...
almost anyone.
curiosity lingered as dark eyes studied the man before him. the face was richard's, but the name that had slipped from his lips hadn't been. neither had the look in his eyes. had he gone through the same thing? the same memories clawing their way back to the surface, the same feeling of waking up in a body that suddenly made sense?
“it's zeke, you know that.” his ears flicked at the sound of his full name, nose wrinkling almost instinctively. ezekiel. who did he think he was, his father? the thought earned nothing more than the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth before it disappeared again.
his attention shifted the moment the shepherd let out another growl. dark eyes dropped to the dog, his own posture stiffening almost without thinking as a quiet rumble settled low in his chest in answer. the damn mutt had never minded him before. if anything, it'd always hovered nearby whenever zeke visited the farm, hoping for scraps or sneaking in a pat while richard wasn't looking. now it watched him like he'd grown a second head.
...well.
he supposed he kind of had.
for one brief moment, instinct urged him to meet the challenge head-on, but richard's hand found the dog's collar before either of them had the chance to decide how that would've ended. good. zeke had no interest in proving a point to an overgrown lapdog.
head tilting ever so slightly, he mulled over the question he'd been asked. where have you been? did he mean since they'd last seen each other? because that answer was... considerably longer than the one he was probably looking for.
"lake," he answered eventually, offering a small shrug. "woke up in the forest, felt like taking a swim." his damp curls and clothes still clinging stubbornly to his frame filled in the rest well enough. “wanna join me?” the invitation slipped out before he'd really given it any thought. perhaps it was instinct. perhaps it was simply richard. either way, zeke wasn't about to take it back.
"unless you're headed somewhere important," he continued, glancing briefly down the empty road before looking back at the older man. which, given they were apparently stranded in... wherever this was, seemed unlikely. the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "it'll be fun."
his memories of zeke were vivid, fondly guarded. countless times richard had found himself drawn to him, further so than what their business deals required. two older men who appreciated the quiet company of one another, who shared the joys of cooking together, driving around, having a drink while the rest of the farm fell asleep. pellar's was a small town, but even with limited options, richard would often gravitate to zeke. random calls to see if he'd catch the game at the local pub, or to check if his latest order of meat was up to standards - which richard knew for sure it was, yet the excuse was decent enough.
it didn't start that way, it was a merely transactional relationship between two people whose businesses had a natural synergy with one another. but richard had to wonder if his feelings had become deeper than just a casual friendship. for so long he had remained focused on his own business, he lived in his own little world yet he barely noticed the moment when zeke snuck his way in.
richard would have not hesitated in his steps as he approached zeke. he would have checked on him, questioned how zeke was doing and how he found himself in that unknown place - perhaps to no avail, as most of those were questions richard himself couldn't properly answer.
but it wasn't just richard anymore, was it?
"do i?" the huntsman inquired, disregarding any grace the farmer could have granted to the man before him. eyes still fixed on the ears that protruded from his head, something which could have just confused richard, but that made ulric's heart sink to his stomach.
reports were scarce on the big bad wolf, not many of his victims making it out to tell the tale...although there were a few. three porks came to mind, a lying shepherd boy, and the latest incident: a boy, his grandfather and a woodsman involved. ulric was fuming when he found out the job had not been taken care of and sightings of the beast continued, casualties too. had it been him on the scene, not only would the wolf's stomach have been cut, but his head would've been the trophy.
frustrating failures put aside, at least he got something just as valuable: descriptions.
the ears stuck out like a sore thumb, for it had been a common trait all witnesses reported, along with the other common signs of a lycanthrope. but then there were the specifics. average height, brown skin, hair of black and grey with the bloody ears to match. could zeke possibly be his beast?
"i've got no time for swimming." his response was blunt, not in time to entertain whoever was standing before him. if it was the wolf, ulric would take care of him later - he was no idiot to try and pit himself against a creature such as that without any proper weapons or armour. zeke trusted richard though, so he considered himself to be safe. for the time being, at least. "i cannot really do 'fun' at the moment. i've been figuring out my way through this...place." he motioned with one hand, pinching his temple as the headache had suddenly returned to him. "i need to return to kehl."
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The centaur's arrived, making it very clear in order to survive, they'll need to be able to fight. Sam sees some logic to it, especially while his powers are questionable. But Facilier was never one to rely on brute strength. He knew true strength resided in connection with others.
And how lucky for him that he's made so many connections like the one he has with a blond tailor.
They'd found each other among the crowds and Sam had easily pulled Ashton back into his orbit.
Now he watches the man training with a broom? It's odd but Sam isn't going to risk questioning it. Instead he'll just watch as the man starts to drip sweat and breath heavy. New yet so familiar.
weapon training with a centaur was the last thing eloi expected upon his sudden return to their original realm. he was barely getting used to his second life, the one ashton had been so unaware of, and then he was outright sparring, wielding a shield on one hand and a broom on the other. why a broom? well, it was the only 'weapon' eloi had any experience with, often using it to shoo lucifer away. he felt confident holding, its weight so familiar to him.
the attacks were based on how one would often use a quarterstaff, eloi soon proving himself to be quick on his feet. better at dodging and blocking attacks rather than landing hits himself. it was, to put it bluntly, energising.
he stopped to take a breath, chest rising up and down as he let his soaking locks of gold stick to his forehead. red face turned to where he could feel it - a stare taking him in, lips curling up as he realised a very familiar face seemed to be loning for his attention.
"sam! my goodness, you're here too..."
Conan steps up next to Ulric, showing him the pile of berries wrapped in his jacket and adjusting the fox on his shoulder so it doesn't slip off.
"I found it pinned under a broken branch," he lies, expression neutral. He's too used to this. Lying to people around him. He and his grandpa perfected it during those bad years. "Figured we could use it better than the woods could. I'm pretty these should be fine, but new land, who that fuck knows, right?"
He tries not to look at Ulric, worried that his lies would be obvious if he did. He's trying to fight the truth, but it insists upon itself and the truth is dangerous. He doesn't know if Ulric is the type of man to see the man behind the wolf, or if he'll only see the monster hiding beneath the boy.
"So you thinking we shelter in the castle tonight or one of the houses nearby?"
ulric could question conan's methods, but that seemed like a rather sound explanation as to how he, without any apparent training, could catch a creature as sly and quick as a fox in the wilderness. "good. i'll flay it as soon as i get my hands on a dagger. we got dinner covered. for tonight, it seems." having moved the torch closer to conan, he began to inspect the bunch of berries the boy had gathered.
a pleased hum followed. "all these seem to be safe. hand me the fox." before conan could follow the order, ulric moved to pick up the second torch from where he had left it, lighting it up with the fire from the first one. once he had the fox hanging on his own shoulder, he let conan have his own fire. surely the prince wouldn't mind if they used their kitchens to prepare a fox - ulric could just improvise a campfire on the spot and roast it there, but richard knew he could do better if he found the right spices.
"we are staying here, boy. it is no time to go around and explore. i need to find weapons and this is the safest bet. this place should have beds to spare anyway." with that said, he moved back into the castle, closing the gates behind him and lighting every torch he found along the way.
Oh.
Oh wow.
Conan never expected this kind of behavior out of Ashton. Sweet, blushing Ashton that could barely look him in the eye every time Conan gave him a chaste compliment.
This is...
Whoa.
He feels his pants get so tight just from that and he moans. He helps Ashton get his shirt off, taking a moment to feel up his body. He'd figured Ashton's clothes would be tailored to him, but they still didn't do him justice.
He kisses him back, rubbing his bulge against what he can feel is Ashton's own hardness.
"Careful what you say, Ash. 'Cause I just might fucking breed you. I've got that dog in me, you know."
He snickers, kissing along Ashton's neck and down to his collarbone to suck a hickey there.
not only was ashton confused and terrified after being ripped from everything he knew, but eloi was just as confused and terrified, with the addition of never having experienced anything like what he was doing in that moment. the kisses, the groping, the candid words whispered oh so sensually to his ear. eloi was starved, and conan was just what he needed to satiate himself.
he wanted that man to have him, take him and own him in every way he wanted to have him. his lips soaked against his briefs as conan pushed against him, making his legs tremble and his lips moan in pleasure. his own hands caressing every inch of conan they could reach.
"would you breed me?" half tease, half genuine, ashton had to pull back just to give conan enough room to lick and bite his until then pale neck. whining lightly as he felt the mark being suckled on it.
"how much would you like that? have yourself in me, in every way you could..."
they were in the new land for one day and he was already corrupting the blond. great. his prince was going to come for him when that came into light. captain hook didn't care though. mainly because he was going to be judged no matter what. if people were going to think that he was a villain, then he might as well use his talents to give back to the ones he preferred the company of. plus, ashton wasn't judging him. maybe there was a little bit of shock there, but he still felt welcomed around him.
"eres una persona muy genial." lisandro smiled softly as he glanced at eloi and thought about his character. he didn't know if the man would do anything that he would judge. he felt like he was pure of heart, but he wasn't the best judge of character. "don't worry. get some distance from me and you'll be back on the straight and narrow."
seeing how abandoned the place was meant that there was no one that was going to come looking for the ship. unless they were returning from pellar's town. so, hook wasn't going to think too much about who the ship belonged to. they were going to have to move over that if they were going to get anywhere. "good. that means no one will miss it when we set sail." he ran his good hand over his hair while glancing out at the window. "i'm going to look for some maps and make sure that everything is in working order here. do you want to join me, or are you going to make yourself at home here?" even though it was dusty, the place had some good bones. after some dusting and organizing, eloi would be able to take a nap if he wanted ot.
there was a sourness to lisandro's statement, true as it could possibly be. did eloi truly wanted to take his distance from him? he was about to owe his happy ending to the pirate that stood before him, and he was supposed to turn his back on him as soon as he tried on the glass shoe? perhaps he could get the prince to grant him a pardon, offer him a place in the royal navy if lisandro would take it - after all, he would deliver the prince his groom, and was that not worth something? "lisandro, por favor. i trust that we can have a relationship without delinquency involved."
all those matters would be important to consider once they arrived to starsbourg, but in the meantime, something had to be done about the living quarters they would be taking. at least lisandro was right, the ship was clearly not being put to use, so whoever owned it would hopefully not notice it was even gone. hopefully.
"oh my, well, as much of a thrill as map hunting is, i may leave you to it. this chamber might need some attention before we can call it a night. so i shall be taking care of that." his hand gave lisandro's cheek a gentle pat before he went back to the aisle they came from, clearly remembering one of those door leading to a supply closet. "consider it my first time taking on cabin boy duty."
cyrus groaned into the kiss as the tongue explored it's way into his mouth. cyrus took a few moments to let his own tongue battle with the huntsman's and sucked on it gently. he was trying to pull himself practically as close to the other man as possible. pure lust and desire washing over him as he took in the other man's body between kisses and let his hands roam gently through the other man's hair.
cyrus let out a chuckle when the other said that he might have a good idea. "nice to see you being humb-" he was cut off by another kiss, and honestly? cyrus wasn't going to complain. especially now that hte other man was shirtless, which allowed his hands to explore the other man's upper body. he let the other pull him forward so he was firmly sitting on the other man's crotch, and cyrus couldn't help but feel heat wash over him. here he was. straddling the other man in the woods with the fire near them, and pressing his ass down against the other man's crotch teasingly. "is there anything you can't do?" cyrus chuckles breathlessly. his hips teasingly presses his ass down against the other man's bulge.
for a moment, any sense of dread or stress had been washed away clean. ulric allowed himself to get lost in cyrus' lips, as he returned his kiss with just as much fervor. groaning in pleasure as his tongue was caught by the younger male, adoring his audacity. the hands caressing his body, those hips pushing their weight on top of the huntsman's throbbing crotch. the thick cock begging to be freed as the tip started to stain his underwear. he could not help it, cyrus' fiery spirit had him needing more of him. not breaking the kiss until the moment came where his lungs urged him for air. the older hands laid on that round ass, kneading the cheeks with no shame on their grip.
"i'll let you be the judge on that." his voice was coerced, lips brushing over cyrus' before he moved to kiss along his jaw, tongue tracing its way down to the salted flesh of his neck. "i know i want to do a lot with these..." fingers pulled the cheeks apart, though not yet reaching for the librarian's entrance. oh no, he'd take care of it later. in that moment, he just let himself play with the round muscles, as he let his teeth grace the neck. place his mark on the beauty that sat on top of him.
before, he thought he could tell what made eloi flush in the cheeks. as they stepped onto the ship, it wasn't as clear anymore. for all intent and purposes, the younger man knew that he was in the company of a villain in someone's story. no matter what his intentions were in the present-day, he couldn't run away from that. yet, he still stuck around. so the captain couldn't necessarily pinpoint that as a reason. he also didn't know how charming he was anymore now that one of his hands were a hook.
still, survival was at the forefront of his mind. he wanted to make sure that they were not only able to survive the night, but that they were going to be able to make it to the other's home. that was going to take some preparation. "following my heart is something that i never shy away from. now it's calling me to help you." he needed something to do. "so if you still want to make it back home and finish your story, then count me in. i'll make sure you get there in one piece." he immediately started to look around, serving as a distraction from everything they were going through.
he followed the blond throughout the ship, not being able to help the chuckle that slipped out through his lips. "are you lecturing me about stealing when you willingly walked onto a ship that doesn't belong to either of us?" he didn't consider ashton to be a hypocrite, they needed to survive, but it was funny to hear. once they reached the living quarters, lisandro's eyes glanced around the area. it was almost as if his breath was taken away. "it's beautiful." the red curtains seemed fitting as well. "i think we'll be quite good here. i'll start looking for a map." then, his eyes landed on ashton to make sure that he was holding up as well.
it was odd. somehow, knowing lisandro's background made eloi trust his word more than before. after all, why would he be so open with whom he used to be? a pirate, a criminal to the eyes of any proper kingdom's law. and yet he was willing to risk himself with yet another felony, all for the sake of taking eloi where he needed to be. it as that forwardness with assured eloi that he would be in good hands - ironic statement given the way he found out whom hook was in the first place.
"confío en que así será, señor lisandro." he whispered in the captain's native tongue, his once hesitant smile grew wider. although the following comment did make the blond roll his eyes, hands laid upon his hips. "this would be my first time committing such a crime. my goal is for it to be the last one too."
even if the lingering fear of being caught remained within eloi, the young man chose to follow through with the plan - he was in too deep already, as his feet gently moved across the room, idle fingers caressing the dusty spines of the many books that rested on the shelves, untouched for years. "this place has not been lived in for a while, it seems." along with the palpable coat of dirt that sat on every surface, the state of the room was not as pristine as it seemed at first glance. books and parchments were spread across the desk, some fallen on the floor. the bed remained unmade behind the curtains, and a half-full bottle of wine sat open on the nightstand while its fermented liquor scented the room.
