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@midshipmancharlesorrock
Happy munday everyone! Rather than a selfie (bc me and Ally havenât gotten out of our pjs all day), I wanted to introduce you this blogs new mascot! This is Jackson âsweet boiâ Pellmew. Heâs 2 and was adopted from the Cat Cafe on Whyte on Saturday and his mommy loves him lots
Who am I kidding he's the mascot for all my blogs now
Local man forced to look on as fellow officer destroyed by captain
Listen there are two possible things going on in Charles mind as this happened: "oh you poor bastard" or "FINISH HIM" and tbh both are good options
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local man excited about not blowing up, gets promptly yelled at
Listen @midshipmanhollom and I literally laughed out loud at this like omg I'm dying. Poor Charles. He's just too excited about ya know not dying
local irishman Is Too Fucking Adorable
This is the motherfucking truth tbh. I like the specification Irishman like 100% the most important part of his character lmao.Charles would vehemently deny it if anyone ever said it to him
Sum my muse up as a news article title
Example: âLocal man gets what he deservesâ, âLocal man fucks everything up.â, etc etc. Bonus points if you make the mun laugh.
Hollom was certainly not expecting that. Not many men enjoyed his company; he was too awkward, too shy, too quiet. Â He glanced at the other Midshipman, his feelings quite plain on his face. âYeah?â was all he could really say. A simple request for confirmation.
"Of course. The officers aboard the Hotspur are good company but it's always nice to speak to another fellow officer. You've mad what would have been a rather lonely night far better." Charles smiled softly and patted Hollom's shoulder gently.
âMmh,â Decimus said weakly, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub and not really caring about the bruise that would inevitably develop later. Â His fingers were starting to go numb from the sudden cold but it was infinitely better than the sweltering heat that had suddenly taken over the entire house. Â Their air conditioning unit was just barely holding on and the few fans that they had employed throughout their house werenât exactly doing very much either.
âJoin me?â  He murmured, reaching out one bony hand and grasping Charlesâ wrist - surely he was absolutely miserable as well.  âI-Itâs cold, itâs niceâŠâ
Charles hesitated for a moment before stripping down to his boxers and sliding into the tub beneath Deci. "Just for a bit. And then I'm making you drink more water."
He kissed the top of Deci's head, laughing a little as he did. "Relax my dear."
đfor the romantic kiss from @Midshipmancharlesorrock. Charles kisses him softly, after peppering a few kisses to Deci's cheeks and nose and lips and then he kisses a little harder, lingering. He pulls Deci as close as he can, trying to envelope him and protect him.
||Â July 6th is international Day of the Kiss
[đ âŠto express their romantic feelings for my muse]
Decimus had been promoted to Lieutenant, and so had Charles - both of them had just passed their own examinations within the past year. However, the Hotspur had been much too small to actually hold two Lieutenants, and thus they had been transferred to other such vessels. Decimus had, naturally, been heartbroken.
That didnât stop them from seeing one another, though - they had a rendezvous point, that familiar room in that familiar inn when they so happened to be at port at the same time. And now, Decimus was finally back in that little sanctuary after two long years, and he was in Charlesâ arms, wonderfully warm and safe, his cheeks flushed and his uniform jacket hanging half off of his shoulders.
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Charles was laughing, he really wasn't sure what else to do but laugh, swinging Decimus around in a circle and kisses him enthusiastically. "I have missed you so much."
And bloody hell he really had missed Decimus. He hadn't felt this happy in quite some time.
âIâm fine,â Decimus whispered, although those two words alone betrayed how dehydrated he was - not that he cared, it happened enough when one was constantly at sea. If anything, he was a little more awake now - how could he have fallen asleep when Charles needed him, this was no way to repay his friend for all the kindness that he had shown him!
âFeeling alright?â He asked, keeping his voice quiet - there was no telling who else was nearby, who else was watching, and although they werenât doing anything that could be held against them Decimus was still afraid regardless. It was a survival tactic of sorts that he had picked up years ago - learning that nowhere was truly safe. Â
He doubted that Charles would feel truly alright, of course - especially given the state that heâd been found in, but hopefully, the pain would have lessened somewhat by now.
"Yes, I'm alright." Charles spoke softly. It was still easiest to speak quietly, the deeper the breath he took the more his ribs and back hurt. "Have you had anything to eat lately? Or slept much?"
It was easier to worry about Deci. God, he'd been worrying about Deci the entire time they were separated and he worried when they were together too. He knew Deci's bad habits intimately. He rolled a little to get a good look at Decimus, wincing slightly.
Charlesâ hand felt cold, so strangely cold in comparison to his own burning skin (even though, oddly enough, he was still ferociously shivering), and Decimus flinched a little at first, opening his eyes just ever so slightly. The lighting below decks was dim, it always had been, but right now it seemed overbearing, blinding, and for the life of him Decimus didnât know why - fever did things to a manâs mind, he knew that much.
âCharles,â he said, and felt his too-dry lips crack - he tasted blood and was too exhausted to be disturbed or even intrigued by it. Regardless, Charles was here again, and that in itself was certainly an improvement - better than being left alone here for hours on end with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company, because that became extremely unpleasant rather quickly. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of one of Charlesâ wrists - or at least, he tried to. He didnât even have the strength to grip onto his hand, and instead his fingers only brushed Charlesâ own before his arm fell limply to his side again.
"Easy Deci, relax. Some water first." He sat Deci up gently, holding him up with one hand and bringing the water to his lips with the other. "Sip it, just a little bit at a time."
He waited until Decimus had had his fill. "Can you stomach some broth?"
Decimus had been sure that it was a fantasy - but he hadnât woken up yet, usually it was around now that the dream would end, but it hadnât yet, and Charles hadnât run away, he hadnât shoved Decimus far, far away from him like Decimus had been afraid of, because he couldnât take that - he couldnât take that again, he was sure that he would break if he did.
âNo, donât, donât go, - I didnât, please, please,â Decimus stammered, not wanting this spell to be broken and he didnât know how to properly say this in English, he couldnât remember, he couldnât say, and so instead he stumbled and almost fell forwards onto Charles and kissed him instead, desperate and scared and terrified. Had Charles meant to kiss him? Oh, he hoped so - he hoped Charles meant it, and perhaps even that he felt the same way Decimus did, but that was, perhaps, too far of a stretch.
Charles stumbled back with Decimus' weight, eventually finding a sturdy tree to lean on as Decimus kissed him. He wrapped his arms around Decimus, around his waist and the back of his head and turned them quickly, pressing Decimus against the tree. He wanted to hold him there, be certain the shy mid wouldn't stutter an apology and run. He wanted to make it last as long as he could. "Decimus..."
Decimus looked around, he looked down at his hands - he wasnât hurt, and he wasnât on the Dreadnought. He wasnât relaxed, no - but things could have been much worse. He had been fortunate so far, heâd made an ally already, and Captain Hornblower and Lieutenant Bush were fair men. Stern where it was needed, of course, but not terrifying in the way that Foster was. Â
Was he all right? He supposed so. Decimus gave a little nod, and the up-down motion required much more energy than he remembered - but then again that was what exhaustion (which seemed to always come for him at the worst and only the worst moments) did. Â
âI apologize,â he whispered, keeping his voice quiet out of instinct - on the Dreadnought it didnât do him good, for others to know where he was.  âDidnât. Didnât mean to, to worry you, Mr. Orrock.â
"It's quite alright Mr Presidos." Charles hesitated for a moment. "If there's anything I can do for you...?"
He was exhausted after his watch, it had been a while since he'd been posted to a ship. Once the war had started there had been no shortage of officers needing to be posted and Charles hadn't had a patron to move him higher on the list. He needed to get back into the rhythm of being aboard a ship. It would come. Still he wanted to help Decimus if he could, despite wanting to just sleep. Decimus seemed nice and it was the least he could do.
âWatching me from the corners,â Decimus said, looking frantically over Charlesâ shoulders, as if keeping a close lookout for some inevitably approaching eavesdropper, because heâd felt it - heâd felt the eyes and seen the hands and heard the words and the breathing? He heard it, he felt it, warm and scratchy on his ear and he had clawed at his scalp and hid his face and none of it went away, none of it.
âItâŠit could be any of them, donât know what to do-!â
"I know Deci. They won't hurt you as long as I'm here. I won't let them." Charles took a hand and guides Decimus to look at him. "Look at me Deci, just me. I'll take care of whatever comes. Just look at me and breath with me okay?"
There was no where for privacy aboard a ship and Deci needed that now, badly. As much as Charles could wish them alone they would be stumbled upon eventually. Hopefully he could help Deci before than.
The man fell and Decimus sped up a little despite himself - he could see blood, the survivor was bleeding! He couldnât see the extent of the damage and the injury from here and instinctively kept going. He knew mother would have advised against it - humans had hurt her before, theyâd done horrible things, things that she absolutely refused to go into detail about. But this one, this one alone, scared and hurt and confused, couldnât cause much harm - could he?
âAre you the only oneâŠ?â Decimus said, just loud enough so that the man could hear him. âYouâre hurt - but youâre alive.â
The flag on the wreck of the ship was British, Decimus was almost certain, and although his English had come along quite well it was still rather heavily accented.
Charles' head whipped around and he blinked rapidly. His vision swam as someone came towards him and he swallowed roughly. "H-hello?"
He tried to stand. Perhaps it was one of the officers or even a sailor. Odds of survival went up the more of them that had survived the wreck. It had been such an odd wreck to the way the Captain had simply stood by...
He fell again, landing on his knees and groaned softly.
Decimusâ head was spinning, he was absolutely reeling and by the gods above he loved it, he loved it more than anything else because nothing mattered now, nothing, there was nothing to worry about, nothing existed except for him and Charles and this tiny little room. He wanted to stay here forever - forever.
His cheeks were flushed, his lips ever so slightly swollen and he made this gentle little keening noise halfway between a sigh and a cry, his fingers scrabbling for purchase of some kind on Charlesâ jacket because he was so afraid that if he let him go? This might never happen again.
Charles didn't move away, he caught himself caressing Decimus' cheek and started to pull his hand away. He brought his nose tip to tip with Decimus' and closed his eyes. He spoke ever so softly, afraid to break the reverie they'd fallen into. "Deci...I..."
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âIâll be all right,â Decimus said on instinct, knowing full well that Charles was entirely correct. When Decimus did sleep it certainly wasnât restful, he woke every other hour frozen with terror, eyes wide, breath short and he would have rather gone through a week of fatigue than to try and return to that hellish nightmare. It felt so real. It was real - it was just as he had remembered. Â
âIf itâs better, Iâll stay here with you until I have to go up.â He knew it wasnât much - but he was considerably calmer in Charlesâ presence, it was perhaps the closest thing to actual sleep and rest that he really could get these days.
Charles was far more relaxed than he probably should have been, which was wonderful and easily attributed to the laudanum. He rolled as much as he was able and motioned to Decimus. They would be alone until the next watch, which Decimus would be leaving to relieve anyways. It was a small moment of privacy. "Come here. You can sleep with me."
