Physician, heal thyself

Gaal "Eli" Kadesh | The Deadly Tide | Closed RP account | Mature content | Gif credit

[iwasposeidon]

cassxwilson‌:

His apology was waved off quickly as Cass shook her head. “Nah, you’re fine. It’s my own fault for getting lost in my thoughts so easily.” He looked different from their first meeting, for sure, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was. Although perhaps it was just the late hour. His answer didn’t surprise her. After all, it was hardly likely that he’d be out on the beach after midnight just for fun. Though she supposed he could have been taking a detour while out on some business. 

When Eli turned his eyes out to the waters, Cass followed suit, content to stand in silence beside him while they both let their thoughts wonder. As he spoke, she listened, nodding here and there in understanding. She knew what it was like to need fresh air and freedom to escape one’s thoughts. It was one of the reasons she had adored horseback riding so much. It was a chance to outrun her thoughts and worries and just be free for a little while. Rather than answering her agreement verbally, the princess let out a soft hum before taking in her own deep breath. At his question, Cassandra turned her head toward him, meeting his impish look with a soft smile of her own. “So long as you don’t mind the company, I think I’d like that very much.”

He hummed softly and turned a curious eye towards the princess, "What kind of thoughts were those?" he asked, his voice low. It was the first chill night of the year, a lot colder than it had ever been on the Tulach Island. He could feel the hairs of his arms standing in the cold breeze. It was a welcomed change and reminded him of the autumns spend on the Yellow Mountains, "It's a pity Harvest Moon already passed, now would be the perfect weather for warm colors, soft light and sweet drinks," he mused.

His smile widened after her agreement and quickly turned towards the jungle with intent, "Let's go then," he grinned. There was the delicious absurd quality to striding across the sand and weaving a path through the jungle in the middle of the night, absurd and someone could argue stupid, especially with such a valuable companion. "Did you manage to slip out without Cyd noticing?" he asked without looking back, just keeping his eyes forward making sure Cassandra had a safe path to follow.

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chiggins in the sun

[bloomflowersbloom]

This is what life is about

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@cydgallowglass

[iwasposeidon]

cydgallowglass‌:

It had been a a constant stream of work since his return. There were always moving pieces. Like the tide and waves, constantly moving and changing. But to Cyd there seemed to be something more ominous underneath everything. Like a rip tide, hidden and deadly. He didn’t want to trouble Emerson with his hunches so he went to the man he knew he could completely unwind around. He walked around Eli’s villa, following the sound of soft clucking. The large man wasn’t surprised to find Eli there. The smaller man seemingly at his ease. “Should I be worried that you’ll have started a goat farm next time I come visit?”

His bare toes curled idly into a tuft of grass. He sat on the edge of the back porch leaning his weight against the railing post. The sun warmed his skin and made his movements lazy and relaxed. The birds were the same, the hens clucked and preened in the pen and Mar sat perched on the railing seemingly ready to fall asleep. He smiled when he saw Cyd round the corner of the villa and snorted at the question, “Sheep farm,” he corrected, “And yes, you should be extremely worried.” He looked at Cyd, took in his features, expression, “Tea’s still warm,” he offered softly.

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[iwasposeidon]

cassxwilson‌:

Unable to sleep, Cass had snuck from her bedroom and out of the villa, heading for the beach to take in the stars and waves. Dressed in pajama pants and an over-sized hoodie, she made her way toward the water where she tugged off her flip flops and let her toes dig into the sand, standing in silence and staring out at the fog rolling in from the ocean. It was peaceful outside, if a little chilly, and Cass turned her face up to the sky, letting her eyes slip closed as she breathed in the ocean air, uncrossing her arms and just taking it all in. A few moments later, she spun around, feeling like someone was behind her, and the princess let out a sound of surprise. “Oh! Eli– I’m sorry, you startled me,” she breathed out when she recognized the pirate. Though she had felt a connection with him, she was outside, alone, past midnight, so Cass fully expected to be reprimanded for being out past curfew or something. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

He stared into the loneliness of his house, almost could see the sound of his mind getting amplified in the vast empty space. That’s what drove him out of the house without even trying to chase after sleep he knew wouldn’t come. Running into Cassandra on the beach had been a surprise but not an unwelcome one. He had taken the green wool blanket with him and it was carelessly slung over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said, clearing his throat upon hearing the rough rumble of his voice. He knew he must have looked a great deal less composed than on their first meeting, "No," he said with a small smile and a shake of his head, he rarely did.  

He turned his gaze towards the sea, opened his mouth and stared silently until he was ready to put into words what was on his mind, “Sometimes it feels like my thoughts get trapped when I’m between four walls. They just jump from wall to wall and always somehow end up bouncing back to me, I trip over them when I try to walk. But out here,” he breathed his lungs full of fresh sea air, “There are a lot more places for them to go, to soak into the sea or hide under grains of sand,” he paused, looked down and towards the gentle fog dancing towards the treeline. He wanted to walk through it, lose his thoughts in it, “Tonight I’m planning on getting lost in the woods,” he turned his gaze at her with a small mischievous smile, “Wanna come with?”

[iwasposeidon]

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜ -- Miles

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He looked up from his papers with a start when he heard Miles’ voice from the doorway. He had the oblong shaped package in his hand that he had left on his desk earlier, “Uh, yes,” he said and the tips of his ears turned red. He hadn’t prepared to be confronted about it and almost snapped that he wouldn’t have left it on his desk if it was for someone else. Inside the wrapper was a hunting knife. He had found the remains of an elk in the woods surrounding his villa and made the handle from the bone. His old broken knife had found new life when he had reshaped and sharpened it’s broken blade to fit the small tinkering project. It was sort of an apology for the avoidance he had shown towards his captain since the day he had joined his crew, he had judged him from afar with no desire to correct his prejudices. But that was something he did not plan on confessing aloud.

@miles-tulach

[iwasposeidon]

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜

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“I think it’s just my face, Roza,” he said with a small pout. In need of a hug had probably been his most worn expression lately and he was really starting to fear his face would get stuck like that. Every time things seemed a bit brighter, there was another disaster to set him back. He let out a small sigh before leaning into the hug offered to him, “Thanks,” he muttered softly, he did need it.

[iwasposeidon]

nikoxholstein‌:

“So, what happens to me now that I’ve been captured?” He’d spent a few days on the island now, had already seen Olivia again, and now sat at a table with the man who would be, for all intents and purposes, his nanny during his stay here. Nikolai felt the slightest tinge of worry about his own well being now that Olivia was back in his life. He’d been so numb before but life was tingling at the tips of his fingers, tempting to break free; he had something to fight for. Glancing around at the chicken pen he currently sat in, he looked for all the world nonchalant and completely relaxed. Inside, he balked at the dirtiness of a place like this and the noise; at once wished he was in the quietness of a library, surrounded by the smell of books and the seclusion. @iwasposeidon

He let out a thoughtful sound and brought the steaming cup of coffee to his lips. It was a good question, “I don’t really know, what do you suppose will happen to you?" he was curious to see what kind of idea the prince had of the situation he now found himself in. The chicken on his lap cooed softly as he massaged it. He had been building a fence around the yard for his new flock all morning to get them out of the small temporary pen when word of his new assigned ward had reached him. Sawdust still clung to his clothes as he had prepared a small tray filled with baked goods and a pot of coffee, an opportune time for a break he had thought. The hen was putty in his hands, its eyes closed and body tilting so heavily to the side that if Eli decided to let go, it would surely fall beak first to the ground, “Are you an animal person, Nikolai?”

[twitchywitchys]

SOUL SIBLINGS: they were two sides of the same coin, one was a wild fury and the other a gentle calm. Like the cat goddesses Bastet and Sekhmet you often saw them together, certainly up to no good. @iwasposeidon

[iwasposeidon]

laprincipessalaela‌:

“I did not!” She whined with a small pout. Though really, she was yet again proving the pirata’s words to be true. “Careful..” Her smile faded and was replaced with a worried expression when she noticed Eli wincing. Immediately she reverted back to her nurse-mode, leaning forward to check his injuries to make sure that he was not bleeding or anything. 

“I just wished that you were not injured.” She told him with a sad smile. “You nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw you on the Neptune’s Rage. And what frustrated me was that you refused to tell me why you were so hurt.” The Italian listened to his tale, wondering just why the fight had happened in the first place and was rather disappointed when he too kept it a secret from her. Though she understood that it must have been an instruction given from the head pirata. “That must have been a horrible parting if they are so determined to cause so much harm as an act of revenge.” She continued, letting out a soft sigh. There was no point beating around the bush anymore. “You are not allowed to talk about it with la famiglia reale right?” 

While the Italian was excited to be exploring the isola with her friend, she knew that it would be quite a while before he was fully healed. And she would rather he be back to hundred-percent health before they go venturing into the forest. “That all sounds fun but it will all have to wait till you can at least walk for five minutes without wincing in pain. And don’t pretend like that is not true.” She narrowed her eyes at him in warning though it was all out of love. 

Then she turned to look out the window, noticing that the sun was beginning to set and night would soon come which meant that their time together for the day had come to an end. “I have to leave soon. Before it gets too dark. Do you want me to make you something to eat before I leave, caro amico?”

“I know, Laela,” he worried the inside of his lip. “Yes,” he said tensely. It was a lie. There was of course things he was not able to disclose to a royal but there was still plenty he could have told. He just didn’t want to. He didn’t want her to know the details, didn’t want her to know the violence that had started it all or the violence that ended it aboard the Poseidon’s Wrath. The island was an illusion, it cut away the savagery and plunder that had always underlain their lives from the eyes of the royals. The monarch had branded them animals but on the island they were more, they were human. He wanted to desperately hold onto that, he was selfish and he was afraid. He didn’t want her to change the way she looked at them, him, he couldn’t stand the thought of seeing fear in her eyes. He didn’t want to tell her the details because she would just ask more and he knew one of those questions would lead to the reality of what he had done, “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. He had killed a man.

The corners of his mouth turned down into a defiant pout and he would have crossed his arms over his chest if he didn’t know it would make him wince in pain, “Fine,” he couldn’t really argue about that.

“No, I think I’ll give the cakes a bit more time before I eat again,” he patted his stomach, “Besides there’s still plenty leftover from what you made earlier,” he was always taken back when she offered to cook for him. He was glad she hadn’t asked him the first time, it had made it easier to accept the offers that followed, it was nice, “But thank you, Laela,” he smiled, he did really appreciate it.

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❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favorite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞

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miles-tulach‌:

Miles would be lying if he said he knew anything about raising chickens. Having spent most of his life in Scotland or on a pirate ship, he wasn’t accustomed to anything resembling a farm life. “Yes, the sooner the better. Any clue how long it will take?” He asked his first mate who seemed to be knowledgable in a lot of things. Of course he already have feed on hand too. “It seems you thought of everything. Yes – better allow yourself to properly heal first. Having you out for the full count again isn’t optimal,” he admitted. They needed all pirates healthy and alert in case something happened on their current island. “How have you been feeling?” He asked with a sympathetic tone. He should have checked up on him more than he had. 

His eyes traveled to the vila’s roof, seeing the ‘her’ whom Eli was referring too. “Have you tried coaxing her down with food? Now you did it, getting your girl all jealous like that. She might just need time before she’ll forgive you,” he cracked a smile. “Or maybe she’s jealous you didn’t get her a playmate and got these chickens instead.” It wasn’t the most unrealistic notion.

“Few weeks to a month I’d say, breeds this large usually start laying around six months of age. I don’t think they are far from that so hopefully there will be eggs as soon as they recover from the stress.” He pursed his lip and tilted his head to the side, “Uh, stir crazy mostly,” staying still and doing nothing didn’t suit him. Especially when the ambush had brought memories long kept buried lurking right at the surface. “But I’m able to move around quite well without pain already and breathing doesn't hurt," always a plus, ”Though I’m still praying that I don’t get the urge to sneeze,” he added with a grin.

He scratched the back of his head, “I’ve brought offerings in an attempt to appease her,” he sighed and let his hand fall back down to his side, “Maybe,” he chuckled, she was definitely way too smart to take an interest in the hens  “Or maybe I’ll need to come out here and profess that she is my one and only true bird under the moonlight in a very shakespearean manner.”

“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” he asked, his tone considerably more serious than it had been before, “I think there is quite a lot we should catch up on,” he hadn’t been briefed on everything relating to the evacuation and the auction of the Tulach Island yet and now with his new position, he had to be on the same page as Miles.

[iwasposeidon]

roza-hathlicov‌:

She forced another grin and shook her head, “I’m okay, just a little shiver is all,” Roza lied once more and looked away from her friend. She hated lying but hated others pitying her more, and she felt pitiful when dealing with her own mental issues. Her gaze found Eli’s and she settled in the seat next to him, “So what’s the first thing you plan to do when you’re all healed?”

The question following her response about her late family caused Roza to bite her cheek, “Uh,” the pirate cleared her throat, finding it hard to speak aloud. “Well I had left in the morning for coffee and when I returned home my parents were gone,” she explained not meeting the other’s eyes but casting her gaze at the ocean. “The only thing left was a coin I found years before on the beach, my mom told me it belonged to a pirate. She must’ve been right because that little coin held enough proof to-” Roza’s voice cut out and she blinked away some tears before continuing. “They were hung for pirate practices and treason against the crown.” The brunette placed her cigarette back between her lips and inhaled, wanting to forget the memory, the image scared into her mind, haunting her. “They died because I found a silly little coin and kept it as my own personal treasure.”

“Wait as long as you need, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

He opened his mouth to sigh but stopped it half way with a tense press of his lips and looked down onto his lap. He didn’t press the matter further, just hoped she had someone in her life she was comfortable talking to. He shook his head with a light chuckle, “It would be nice to go explore the island properly. And,” he grinned, “I’m waiting for something to arrive in our next supply shipment so I have a bit of yard work to do relating to that,” he tried to hold back the widening grin but still the excited energy almost radiated off of him.

He listened to her quietly and when she was done, he turned his gaze tensely to the direction of the sea. He pursed his lip, shifted on the seat, “One little coin was enough to condemn them to death and leave you an orphan?” he asked his tone quiet with held back anger. “Roza, that’s,-” he shook his head, the unfairness of it was absurd, “Blaming yourself is easy, I get that, that’s what’s under your control, but please, don’t lose sight of how completely and utterly disproportionate the cause and the punishment were. None of that was fair and there are far more deserving targets for blame than you,” he tried to get the frustration back under control, quell the desire to bare his teeth and go tear the monarchies down with steel and fire instead of playing this waiting game.

[iwasposeidon]

✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment. -- Miles

Meme Wednesday

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses raising along with the movement of his hand. He didn’t use them often, just when he was tired to the point where his eyes had gave up trying to keep the world in focus. The desk in front of him was littered with papers relating to both his duties as a first mate and a surgeon. 

And it was all completely unnecessary. 

He was already several weeks ahead of the schedule, he could have quit for the night a long time ago, he could have taken a day off a long time ago. But he supposed this was just another form of escapism.

He moved his hand to rub at his eyes and the classes clattered onto the desk, he didn’t care. His head soon followed after them with a hollow thud and a heavy sigh. He heard Miles chuckle somewhere behind him, soft footsteps approaching him. He had told him to go to sleep many times throughout the evening and he told him the same now too, except now it was preceded by a pause, a hand on his shoulder where it remained rubbing firm circles into his sore muscles. Maybe his voice was a bit more serious this time around. 

@miles-tulach

[iwasposeidon]

☀  Singing them to sleep.

Meme Wednesday

It was late, way later than either of them should have had any business staying up. But after finally giving in and taking a break from drowning himself in his new duties as a First Mate and on top of that taking way more shifts in the infirmary than he should have been physically able to handle, his heavy bones weren’t too keen on cooperating.

Nor did he truly want to leave this moment. 

It was a cool night and a light mist danced over the still ocean waters. Cassandra’s voice carried with the current, near and distant at the same time. It didn’t sound like it belonged in this world. Maybe he feared that moving would break whatever spell that had been cast here, that the song was an elusive creature that would scurry into the night never to be seen again if she released her hold on it. 

His eyelids felt heavy, everything felt heavy, except her voice. Just a little while longer, he told himself, as he let the song carry him into distant worlds. 

[iwasposeidon]

cassxwilson‌:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. It’s one of those films that you either end up raving about or leave more confused than before,” she said with a laugh. The woman sounded as though she was no longer in his life, which would explain the nostalgia in his voice, though Cass elected not to question it further. It wasn’t her place, nor was it her business. The way he looked after the song only reinforced that thought. The princess’s lips curled up into a smile at the picture he painted with his words before adding, “It all sounds pretty romantic.” The last time she had danced had been in Hawaii with Ryan, the day before Cyd had taken her. Truthfully, now that she thought about it, she realized she missed it. Aside from being on the back of the horse, dancing was one of the few times in her life when she actually felt at all graceful; beautiful even. “You should find more reasons to dance, especially if you enjoy it.”

“I should,” he agreed with a chuckle and left those words hanging in the air, let his gaze do the talking, just long enough for the silent invite to come across. Waltz was a dance for two after all. “A lot changed after that dance at the beach,” enough to drive him away from the island for months without definite plans of coming back. "I feel like I forgot what living fully means somewhere along the way,” he stood up from the chair, “Perhaps it would be the time to start reminding myself again. Thank you for the song, Cassandra, and thank you for the company,” he smiled, “I hope we talk again soon.”

End.