Would pay so much for you.
((OMG -hugs-))
She felt her eyes shifting, trying to avoid the others gaze, but the words had been said already hadn’t they. ”Please?” There were worse options weren’t there?
Always. Wasn’t that the plan? Wasn’t that the promise? How did they end up here??
He stepped forward, shoving the debating plebians out of his way. He shoved a small bag of gold into the proprietor’s hands. He didn’t let it go just yet, but instead leaned in close, eyes narrowing.
"I don’t know where you got her, /mate/, but just be glad I don’t simply kill you where you stand and dishonour your name and ancestors with your…" he trailed off, nose wrinkling. "Is this a life?"
He pushed him away, coming to Aurelie and using his knife to cut her free before he kissed her cheek softly.
She kissed back, using him for support once she was cut free, because she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Her first instinct was to fall to his knees, but she couldn’t very well.
that was what it was meant to be wasn’t it? Them together? She wanted to ask ‘Am I worth it?” But instead she just clung to him. ”We can go home now right?” She said her voice tired.
He sighed quietly and scooped her up in his arms, descending from the platform and paying no one else any mind.
"We can go home," he confirmed, tucking her in closer to him. "Just you and me."
She smiled at him, not noticing the faces in the crowd. She didn’t remember most of what had happened to result in her being sold. But she was thankful he had found her. Thankful she wasn’t left to be sold to someone who would only keep her drugged. Like she felt now. She felt heavy. ”I’m sorry I was…an idiot…”
"Just us." She repeated before she slipped into sleep in his warmth
He was a pirate, by all extents and purposes most people would be terrified of him, but he had saved her too many times to count already. Their home would of course never be stationary, but it was their home. It didn’t matter a physical location it was where their hearts rested.
He chose not to respond, letting her drift off, his feet leading him to the docks. He pushed through any of the crowd that didn’t immediately part for him, using his shoulder or elbow, keeping her safe and next to him.
It didn’t really matter how it had happened. Keeping care of her was a full-time job… and he had clearly been neglectful. No more. He made himself that small promise, climbing up the plank to his ship and making his way below deck, a slide of his hook closing the door and locking it behind them.
He set her down in the bed and covered her up to sleep off the drugs, then went and sat by the window, cigarettes out, frowning up at the smoke-addled sky.
She woke the smells of his smoke, part of her had been convinced that whatever magic had transpired was a dream. That she wouldn’t wake up to him and the scent of his cigarettes. But when she did, catching him looking out the window. She smiled.
"Good morning." She whispered sitting up. the covers slipping away from her.
"I…was worried it was dream for a minute there."
He stirred, knocking the block of ash into the tray and setting his butt into it as well, standing with a small stretch.
He came to her, brushing her hair lightly back from her face and sitting beside her on the bed. "Being apart from you, lass, felt like a nightmare."
