Duty and Honor

As an officer in His Britannic Majesty's Royal Navy, my duty is to my King and I will do whatever is required of me in the name of that. Indie Horatio Hornblower RP Blog Mun 21+ Muse 18+ (verse dependent)

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//Hi guys. I’m still alive. I promise I haven’t forgotten my boys here. I’ve just been having a bit of a rough time lately and very muse for anyone, most of all the four attached to this account. And having little muse and lots of drafts is a bit stressful. 

I’m going to try to get back here soon, I promise. At least to Paul if no one else. I’m going to try not to have to drop anything on any of them, but at this point, I can’t promise anything. I hope you all with understand.

This affects Paul, John, Horatio, and Archie/Clayton. It also affects Charity to an extent and Zo, but you’re more likely to see me on one of them. I’m so, so sorry guys. 

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//So, I might be a little sparse on here for the next week or so. Huge project is huge. And not getting any smaller, so it’s looking like I’ll be working a lot of overtime, then this weekend, I’m going on a little mini vacation with the fiance and some friends. I’ll be around on mobile, and be on Skype for rping (since I’d prolly go crazy without it. xD), but anything longer is going to have to wait for a bit. 

I apologize in advance, guys. Please bear with me and I promise I’ll get drafts here and on all my other muses done.

[hhornblower]

*removes taco hat, straddles his lap, unties neckerchief, unbuttons coat and waistcoat, unbuttons shirt, raises eyebrow expectantly* Lets see if you prefer giving orders or taking them, Mr. Hornblower.

His eyes widened as she straddled his lap, looking utterly bewildered. “Uh- Excuse me? Ms- Mr- Ms Torres…”

[hhornblower]

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She had certainly recovered quickly from her initial difficulty. Her mouth worked over him with growing confidence, and Horatio moaned in response, fingers curling in her hair as she sucked and lapped at him. A shiver climbed his spine as she traced patterns along the inside of his thigh, heat pooling low in his stomach even as he tried to keep himself together. He didn’t want to come yet. It wouldn’t be fair to, in his mind, as he wouldn’t be able to take care of her needs. She guided his hand to her breast, mindlessly following the silent encouragement as he squeezed gently at her, his thumb tracing circles around her nipple. He was breathing hard, head tipped back with small sounds slipping from parted lips.

[forgeofsedition]

For Those Who Listen ~ Horatio & Isaiah

[hhornblower]

forgeofsedition:

“You can’t?  You specifically?  So…what makes you different?  Is it because you’ve been caught?  I’ve heard that when faeries get caught they have to…”  Isaiah stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes drifted.  “You…you’ve got legs!”  Then, realizing he was staring at the nether-regions of a very nude, very beautiful man, Isaiah blushed and pulled his eyes back up to the other’s face.  No wonder sailors told stories of sirens!  Clearing his throat, the writer finally spoke.  “Listen…if you can change back…you should.  Gwyn…the captain…he’s not a good man.  If he sees you like this…there’s no telling what he’ll do.  I promise to keep your secrets…but you have to change before anyone else sees you…”

The siren eyed him darkly at the barrage of questions. He curled his new legs up tightly to hide himself as much as he could. “I can’t,” he said again. It was said practically and matter-of-factly. “I cannot sing, and I cannot change back. Water changes us. Without it, there is no change.” Unless he could get to the water, he’d be stuck like this, like a human. And suspended in the air like that, the possibility of getting enough water of keeping his tail was slim to none. The siren licked his dry lips, glancing down toward the ship under him. He needed to get free. He needed to get back to the water.

[hhornblower]

thcfairest:

“You’re a sailor? How interesting. I don’t suppose I’ve met one before. Do you enjoy your occupation?”, she asked softly, hoping it would keep him talking as they made their way to the place he had mentioned. Snow was ravenously hungry, and even the thought of food was making her mouth water in a most unladylike way. 

“An officer,” he corrected gently with a faint smile. He nodded. “I do enjoy it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was a boy.It’s very satisfying to me.” They weren’t far now, thankfully. Not that her company wasn’t lovely. He was just very awkward.

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[hhornblower]

conquistadoradelmar:

She flashed him a grin, her eyes sparkling with happiness, just a bit of mischief glimmering in their depths before she closed them and breathed the evening air in deeply. She relished her solitude and the freedom it gave her but, as with any coin, there were two sides and in her case the other was the stark loneliness of never being able to allow anyone to truly know her ー except him ( there had been others she’d fancied but never enough to tell them of her feelings ). It was at once both a liberating and terrifying thought, akin to perching upon the lip of a cliff, but she was ready to test her wings.

“¡Come on, vamos, spread a little more sail Horatio!” She laughed, eyes crinkling joyfully at the corners as she opened them. Tall as she was, she had to perch on her tiptoes to steal a brief but deep kiss from his lips, and then, after a little tug upon his hand she dropped it to pick up her skirts so that she could go sprinting through the fields of golden grasses towards the kitchens, laughing all the way. 

He smiled back, a little more subdued, but no less happy. He was just woefully bad at showing such things. Though he was glad that she was opening up to him now. 

He blinked in surprise as she kissed him, then dropped his hand to grab her skirts and take off across the courtyard. He huffed a soft laugh, a smile pulling at his lips. He struggled for a moment with his usual sense of propriety before abandoning it and running after her, his long legs eating up the distance quickly.

[hhornblower]

notsocommonnow:

Carradoc awoke with a start, surrounded by the clank and hum of the engines that powered their ship.  What?!  His hands had stopped mid-motion…obviously in the process of taking something apart.  Apparently, although his conscious mind was mired in self-doubt, some part of his unconscious mind still belonged to the machines.  The idea of having so little control over himself while he slept terrified the man.  Gaze focusing on what his hands had been doing, he quickly worked to fix it…which is when he heard a voice behind him.

Jumping, the man (who was no longer fully a man), turned and tried to keep his expression calm.  Thinking quickly, he replied, “I - I’m still not feeling confident in my abilities sir…I thought…well, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get in some extra practice.  And I didn’t want to wake any of the others…didn’t seem right to ruin their sleep just because I couldn’t…although I suppose it would’ve been best to at least tell someone…such as yourself…where I was going and why.”  He stopped, waiting to see if he’d need to explain himself (or lie) further.

His eyes narrowed at the answer. To say it was suspicious as an understatement. A man, unknown to everyone, without a friend to vouch for him, coming to mess with the equipment in the middle of the night without a word to anyone? No, it sounded too suspicious to him. 

Horatio came over to him, gently pushing him out of the way to look at the machinery. He knew some about it, but not enough to tell, at a glance, what what wrong. “What did you do?”

[hhornblower]

*kisses the top of the beloved, exceedingly precious, curly curly head and slips a bit of his paper into his pocket that entitles him to one sword fight with her at the time and place of his choosing*

He pulled the paper from his pocket, reading it  after she had slipped away and smiled faintly to himself. He should have expected something similar.

[hhornblower]

The mermaid walked across the deck quietly not to disturb his fellow lieutenants. Wrapped warm shawl the cool ocean breeze sent her long dark hair dancing. "Good Evening, Mr. Hornblower," she spoke quietly, her voice soothing like the sound of rolling ocean tides.

Horatio was standing at the taffrail, looking at the waterand the slight stir of their wake. He glanced over as she came to stand besidehim, giving her a curious look. “Good evening,” he greeted, nodding to her. “Isthere something I can do for you?”

[hhornblower]

oceansode:

Sora chuckled be giving a light sigh. Her eyes twinkled with mischief while swinging her legs. “So tell me, Mr. Hornblower, of your relationship of Captain Torres. I heard you are rather well acquainted, yes?” she inquired brightly. 

A little startled by the sudden change in topic, Horatio blinked at the mermaid for a moment. “We are comrades in so far as our countries are allies,” he answered cautiously.”

[faceofamonster]

On the Other Side of Fear - Horatio & Ty

[hhornblower]

faceofamonster:

At the sight of the bruises, Gail whistled softly.  “That looks like it hurts.  Right then…sit tight.  As for the seasickness…”  She pulled out a drawer and offered him a small wrapped package.  “Don’t ask what it is, you truly don’t want to know.  But!  Just chew on one of those and your symptoms should fade.  Chew - don’t swallow.  Spit it out over the side of the ship once the flavor fades.  And don’t worry, they don’t taste too bad…just a little peaty.  When you run out, come back and I’ll give you more.”

As the witch spoke, she pulled out a jar of salve.  Popping the lid, a strong herbal aroma filled the air.  Gail sprinkled in a dark red powder, murmured a few words, and a puff of smoke that smelled like ozone wafted from the jar.  Grabbing a brush from another drawer, she dipped it into the jar and moved to stand in front of Horatio.  “This will tickle more than anything,” she promised with a slight smile.  “I’m going to brush the salve across your bruises…you should be good as new in a few, and then you can tell me if anything else still hurts, alright?”

As the witch went to work slathering the ointment on, Ty appeared in the doorway.  His gaze fixated on Horatio’s bare flesh for a moment longer than necessary, before he met the man’s gaze and leaned against the door frame.  “All sorted out up top,” he said, speaking with a tone that suggested it wasn’t entirely, but that it would be if the ones arguing wanted to stay aboard his ship.  “Still…” I think, for the time being, it will be for the best if you share my cabin.  The others can complain if they want, but you’re a guest here, and they can suck it up.”

He shifted a little self consciously, watching the witch move around. His eyes looked at the package she handed him, turning it over as he seriously considered asking what it was. He didn’t like being ignorant of anything. But, in the end,  he decided that magic things were one area in which it was alright to be less educated. 

He sat as still as possible as the witch returned with the salve that smelled like lightning and a brush, trying not to squirm as she brushed it on him. He was distracted from the feeling by movement and glanced up to see Ty there, the dragon’s eyes focused intently on him. He frowned feeling awkward under the gaze. 

His eyebrows arched at the statement. Somehow, he didn’t really believe the captain one bit. “Your cabin?” He wasn’t certain how he felt about that. “I wouldn’t want to impose...”

[lieutenantwbush]

"Here, drink." (Archie or Horatio, your choice)

“Horatio.” William groaned. He could hear his heart beating. Smell the blood just underneath. Mingling with that salty, vanilla scent that clung to the young man. The sea he loved so, and the books he buried himself in at the museum. “I don’t. Your addiction.” He murmured. The last thing he wanted was to bite, to take more than he wanted to, and leave Horatio hanging with need.

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[hhornblower]

lieutenantwbush:

The vampire swallowed hard. A hesitant hand reaching out for Horatio’s arm. Carefully drawing him closer, bringing his arm nearer. Fangs were long, the red edged in his eyes again. “I’m sorry.” He murmured before sinking his fangs into the younger man’s arm. Groaning as blood touched his tongue. The wound would stay open longer now with his bite. Let him feed. Slowly, careful to not overwhelm Horatio.

He was not entirely certain what to expect from the bite. He’d never been bitten before. He’d read about them, the biological and physiological effects of it, the release of endorphins as a way of pacifying prey. He knew, then, that there would be pleasure. But knowing didn’t fully prepare him for it. 

There was a spark of pain as the fangs sank in, prompting a sharp gasp. And then that wave of pleasure, like lava in his veins. His eyes slid closed and he moaned softly, going slack beside his friend.

[hhornblower]

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He glanced over toward William, pausing in dressing as his lieutenant touched the raised mark on the inside of his shoulder. “Just an old scar, William, nothing more.” 

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[hhornblower]

lieutenantwbush:

William pulled his coat on, straightening it out once buttoned. “There’s been quite a bit of growth, even in the time I’ve known you, Horatio.” He replied, turning to look at the other man. Straightening his shoulders and smiling. That one last kind gesture before the air of two officers drifted about them out on deck. “I will forever be honoured to serve alongside you.”

He lifted his head at that assertion, blinking at the other man in surprise. He never was really sure why William thought as highly of him as he did. He didn’t think he deserved it. But a part of him enjoyed it all the same. He gave a small smile and looked away. “Thank you, William. It is an honor to serve beside you as well.”

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[hhornblower]

conquistadoradelmar:

Out of the corner of her eye she noted that he moved away. Afraid of equus africanus perhaps? She smiled privately ー perhaps she’d ask later, perhaps not. “You do,” she said, daring a bit of a flirtatious glance over her shoulder at him before she patted Diego’s neck in farewell and left him to his eager munching. With a heave on the pump she managed to coax a thin trickle of water from the dry Andalusian soil and washed her hands in it before she turned to him. “I think perhaps it is part of what makes me feel so comfortable around you, that I could sit beside you saying nothing at all and you would not judge me for it,” she smiled, feeling a bit of fluttering in her stomach. Putting thoughts into such inadequate vehicles as words usually left her feeling woefully tongue-tied but she hoped he would understand her meaning.

“Pues…” she said, cocking her head, trying to think of how to explain as she took his hand in her little one and began to stroll towards the kitchen. “It is strange with me. I feel sometimes I live half in one world and half in another. I am talkative I think…but only around those whose conversation I enjoy. Sometimes I wonder if I would have turned out differently had my life pursued its original path. I suppose I’d be married by now, to some officer of course, and educated in conversation and other niceties but I can’t quite see myself enjoying such constant company. It sounds strange to say to those who don’t understand, but I think you do, Horatio, that despite a ship being crammed full of men, it affords one a certain degree of solitude that life ashore does not.” She looked to him with a smile as the last glow of the sun stained the rim of the world in gold. “And that is what I prefer,” she said, then paused, laughing in pure delight. “But oh what a strange Spaniard that makes me!”

He remained where he was, watching silently as she patted the donkey and moved to wash her hands in what little water the pump could muster from the ground. He managed a small smile and nodded. He most certainly wouldn’t judge her. What grounds did he have to? He was not very different from her, after all, especially in the sense that they both enjoyed more solitary habits. 

His hand closed around her hand, and he spent a silent moment marveling over how small it was. He was used to thinking of her as a Captain, not a lady and it was sort of amusing to him how they overlapped. “I do understand, especially for those of such rank as yourself. There’s a degree of separation being the Captain.” He looked down at her and returned her smile, more easily than some of his other as he warmed to this different relationship between them. “It makes you you, that’s all.”

[hhornblower]

*removes taco hat, straddles his lap, unties neckerchief, unbuttons coat and waistcoat, unbuttons shirt, raises eyebrow expectantly* Lets see if you prefer giving orders or taking them, Mr. Hornblower.

His eyes widened as she straddled his lap, looking utterly bewildered. “Uh- Excuse me? Ms- Mr- Ms Torres…”

[hhornblower]

conquistadoradelmar:

His eyes pressed tightly closed, fingers gripping and loosening around her hair. A shiver ran up his spine. Her mouth felt so good around him, regardless of inexperience, hot and wet and utterly perfect. He was breathing hard, a flush darkening his cheeks as he finally looked down at her again. She took more and more of him carefully until her lips were pressed flush to his body, his length entirely in her mouth. She swallowed around him, the tightening and relaxing of muscles around him enough to make his eyes fly closed again, and a soft swear to slip out under his breath. 

“God, Vianca...”

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[hhornblower]

conquistadoradelmar:

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He paused as she took his hand, eyebrows raising just the slightest bit. After all this time, she still managed to surprise him at times. A low groan rumbled through his chest as she took his fingers in her mouth one by one and licked them clean. “You truly are a tease of the most horrible sorts,” he murmured, his voice a good deal lower than it usually was. He dipped his head, catching her lips in a quick, if heated kiss. Hands gripped her hips and pulled her down toward him, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. “Weren’t you the one asking me for this just a moment ago?” he teased, smirking ever so faintly. “You know I want it, now tell me what it is you want.”

[hhornblower]

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He glanced up at his wife, surprised by the touch, and then cleared his throat a little awkwardly. He wondered if it bothered her, to see the scars, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask.

[hhornblower]

inlucisabsentiam:

It wasn’t her idea, but…she’d grown fond of him. Missed him when he was gone, and was happy when he was allowed time ashore upon arrival back home. He pulled away and she stepped back, bowing her head for a moment before looking up. Smiling softly, a warmth in her pale blue eyes. Damn me for falling for a man who could never love me. She thought. “Well, a bed is much different from a cot swaying on a ship.” She gave a small laugh.

“It is,” he answered with a small smile, glancing down. And he wasn’t sure which one he preferred more. The cot was not the reason he rarely slept. His own insomnia and busy mind was what kept him awake. On land, where everything was so stationary, so stiflingly still, he found even when his mind was calm, he had problems sleeping. 

He leaned closer to press a kiss to her forehead. Smiling. Trying to be a good husband. He truly felt bad for her for being stuck with him at times, and it hit him acutely right then. “Shall we?”

[divinethief]

➳ (hhornblower)

● Spoils of War●

Balthazar De Belasis, Frenchman and pirate, was absolutely furious. His arms tied, rough hands of Englishmen at his biceps, the pirate snarls with fury through the cloth gag tied over his mouth. Apparently, officers of his majesty dislike swearing. He’s shoved to the deck of the English ship and though his head is shoved down as well, he flicks furious blue eyes up at the man he’s apparently being given as a gift to.

[hhornblower]

divinethief:

“At low tide, there’s three more,” he muses, pointing out each jagged line on the map, annotated with “Reef - LT” and mentioning, “I tried to mark them all, whether they were a high tide risk or a low tide one.”

“You have a plan?” The Frenchman is curious, interested. “I don’t think he knows the reefs as well as I do.”

“Good,” Horatio nods. It’s a comforting thought that MacInnes doesn’t know the reefs as well, it would help their plan. 

“We’re going to trick him into grounding himself on one of the reefs,” he answers, turning his eyes away from the map to the Frenchman finally. “We will make a decoy to look like a mast and hide in one of the coves to make him think his retreat is compromised, and then we will harry him until he hulls himself. The Hotspur is faster and lighter, and should be able to outmaneuver him sufficiently for that, so long as he doesn’t realize we are alone.”