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@nicholasabel
Top 6 people to spend time with?
1. Claire!!! ( @claire-darby )2. Emily, the babe <3 ( @emily-windsor )
And that’s actually it omg??? He’s not close to just about anyone. Most people are just flat out annoying to him, and these two are the only ones (so far) who make him feel genuinely comfortable.
HE NEEDS MORE CONNECTIONS OKAY. Especially some male ones, jesus.
Top six ladies on the island
1. Belle ( @neptunesbelle )2. Rhianne ( @rhiannecolston )3. Amari ( @theprincessamari )4. Wilhelmina ( @princess-wilhelmina )5. Lola ( @lola-gutierrez )6. Viktoryia ( @sviktoriyas )
Appearance-wise, anyway. In no particular order.
Ask me my top six anything!
I Know You | Nicholas & Rhianne
rhiannecolston:
Rhianne sighed as she sat along the shore, her bottom half wet from the small waves that licked the shoreline. She was clad in a pair of bikini bottoms and a sweatshirt. It was usually what she did when she had to clear her mind and wanted to relax. Back home she did the same thing, soaking her legs in the water despite how cold it might be.
She laid back in the sand as her gaze went to the stars, transfixed by the twinkling lights. She didn’t notice him approach her until he closed in. With a sigh, she lifted her head a bit and tilted it to look at him. “Ah, I was wondering when you’d seek me out.” She commented simply, allowing her head to rest back on the sand.
Ah. Her. He’d met her once. It had been around the same kind of time, and like back then, she was wearing close to nothing. Nicholas tried to control his breath as he stopped next to her, his heartbeat still fast from his run. The only thing which was different this time, was that they were alone. And that he actually did know who she was. He’d seen her face on his kitchen counter this morning, as her file was handed to him and he was told that he was supposed to look out for her starting today. It hadn’t pleased him.
“You were expecting me?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest and peered down at her with a quizzical expression on his face. As he studied her however, a thought crossed his mind and his features brightened visibly. “Oh,” he mused, “no way. Don’t tell me––that you’ve already fallen for me all those weeks ago? Really?”
isoldedavies:
“Well, I certainly don’t mean to be delaying your work.” She began, before realizing it was pointless. With one last look at him, she gave a small nod and turned, somewhat obediently, and began to collect the last bits of her room. Surely, it wasn’t his job – he clearly had another set of duties – but his expression brooked no further debate on the topic.
She took another pass around the room, though there was really nothing in it. It wasn’t like her real bedroom, with little dishes for her earrings scattered about, photographs in frames, a tin of lip salve on the nightstand. There was nothing there, nothing for her to have or take. She returned to the bag empty-handed.
“Are you always such a gentleman?” It was an innocent enough question; he’d been a fresh breath of good manners every time she’d seen him. Zipping the bag quite practically, she lifted it and rested the straps on her shoulder. A nod. “Lead the way, Nicholas.”
He gave her a curt nod as they began to walk. Him, a gentleman? The idea amused him a lot. But it wasn’t wrong of her to think so, of course. It was good, it was preferable. How was he supposed to answer her? Modestly? Confidently?
“I’d like to believe so,” he said and opted to stay in character. “I might be a pirate, but I do adhere to a certain set of manners. Does that answer your question?” He flashed her a cocky smile as they began to walk down a set of stairs. It hadn’t escaped his attention that she was using and stressing his name, just as she had promised him. She was surprisingly tenacious, this one.
“So, Princess Malle––,” he stopped himself. Wait. She’d never introduced herself to him. Nicholas’s veins froze and he found it difficult to breath for a second. What a slip. His thoughts tripped over one another as he searched for a reasonable explanation for it. “I saw your files the other day by chance, pardon,” he started. Would it be good enough? “Where are you staying right now? Do I know your pirate? If their villa is damaged as well, I might pay them a visit with a few others and take a look at what can be done.”
flynn-sawyer:
“If I could have spent the past seven, eight, months living under a rock, it would have sounded like a fair arrangement,” Flynn said with a couple of nods. He had been doing his best to help, unfortunately, since there had been damages on more than one part of the island, it could make sure that they had all been working different places, and that was the reason why they would never really see everyone. “Well, I was ready to pretty much call it the day, find some nice alcohol, and possibly drink myself into oblivion. But, you know, do define, who are those ‘others’? And what’s so bad about it that you’re not including yourself in that bunch?” He asked, thinking there had to be a catch to it.
“Wow, you’re more dense than you usually are, Sawyer. Amazing.” Nic moved to lean against the railing and positioned himself next to him. His voice sounded rough, though also imbued with amusement. “Most of them are from our crew, some... aren’t. Let’s say that I know one or two all too well.” And he was definitely not in the mood to meet them for now.
henrycavilledits:
Henry Cavill | Men’s Journal August 2018 Issue | Behind the Scenes
I Know You | Nicholas & Rhianne
Whenever Nicholas began to feel restless or anxious, he usually opted to go for a run in order to ease his mind and to tire his body. Working out helped him a lot in that regard, and there had been a period in his life where he was addicted to it. Ironically, it hadn’t been much of a healthy lifestyle because it restricted him in every way possible, in that he didn’t enjoy food and never went out to socalize, for example. With time however, he learned to control himself better.
Tonight was one of those nights when he jogged along the beach ever since he was landlocked on the island, armed with nothing but a pair of sneakers and trackies. He was deeply lost in his own thoughts until he spotted a person in the distance. His pace slowed down and he narrowed his eyes as he approached them.
@rhiannecolston
Still Waters Run Deep | Nic & Belle
@neptunesbelle
Whenever it rained, it always seemed that Nicholas became someone else. Someone, who was more silent and calm and far from the smarmy and wild pirate that he usually liked to be. It was entirely odd and absolutely beyond his control, though the man himself knew the reason for it. Of course he did. It had rained that day as well. Ever since then, his subconscious associated only negative sentiments with rain. It was almost bitingly amusing how he still managed to influence him, despite the fact that he now likely resided in the deepest part of hell.
He listened to the pitter patter of the drops as he walked, gaze set firmly on the path ahead. It led to a villa that every crew member of the Neptune’s Fury knew and it happened to be close by from where he had been.
A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside his chest as he knocked at the door and waited. He remembered the storm which had raged over the island not too long ago, and oh boy, he hadn’t felt so miserable in a long while during that time. He pondered. Perhaps it was fate that he had ended up in front of Belle’s doorstep.
henrycavilledits:
Henry Cavill | GQ Australia Magazine | Behind the Scenes
tessaferdinand:
‘‘I will fight you for this wheelbarrow. Did you know that these things have basically turned into golddust? I’m not kidding you here, you haven’t seen this body in action.’‘ Tessa spoke, her serious face on as she caught him watching her. Yeah, maybe she wasn’t actually doing anything with the wheelbarrow. But it had been shoved at her with the expectations to help out with this clear up. As if it had been her who had ordered a hurricane and side of torrential rain to the island. @nicholasabel
He peered down at her without so much as a proper reaction, at first. In fact, he dismissed her small declaration with a curt snort whilst chewing on a toothpick, dirty hands resting smugly to both sides of his hips. Nicholas doubted that she was much of a one-man army. “You don’t look like a well-trained combatant to me, but I’ll bite,” he mused. He spat out the toothpick and beckoned her to come closer then. His body shifted into a ready posture and the muscles around his chest flexed visibly. “Alright. Do your worst. Have a jab at me.”
isoldedavies:
She’d meant it to be clever, but it was clear from the moment the words left her lips that it wasn’t taken that way. Instantly guilty, a flush crept up her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she returned, almost as soon as he spoke. “I didn’t mean –”
It seemed that everyone on the island took things a bit more casually than they would have at home. Fights broke out more regularly, clandestine trysts popped up like ever so many fireflies on a summer evening. Emotions ran hot under the tropical sun, and she’d lost some of her tongue to it, too. Malle set her sweater down, dusting her hands off.
“Nicholas.” She repeated, carrying his name with a hint of a soft lilt. Malle nodded. “I’ll remember it.” A promise. She would. She wet her lips. “Am I not – I won’t be here long. I was just getting some of my –” a hand reached back, gesturing to the duffel bag, the small array of items still not packed. “–a bit of a salvage mission, really.” Dark eyes lifted, innocent. “Is that all right?”
She sounded nervous, or insecure perhaps, he noted. It was evident from the way she cut herself off several times and stuttered, brown eyes flitting to the floor and back at him. She didn’t ooze arrogance nor much confidence, alright. It made her seem nice and more likeable at best. And in that moment, he was seeing sides to princess that he was already very familiar with. He’d seen them whenever Paul had brought her over to the mansion. The people around her tended to like her for it, and he was certain that they confided in her for the very same reason as well. It was as clever as it was deliberate–which was why he didn’t trust her in the least. But he would pretend to.
He bit back another smug grin at the unspoken joke, taking a thinly-veiled look around the room as he steeled his emotions, and those ocean eyes of his took on their usual ennui, the ecstatic spark dimming in exchange for something more jaded.
“Granted,” he began, “I can’t just leave you in here, now that I've seen you. It's dangerous inside this building, it should be in your own interest as well. We've already had a man fall through one of the ceilings because the damage to the floorboard had been too much. But I also don’t want to queer your pitch. Let's compromise. I’ll wait until you’re done and then escort you back out.”
flynn-sawyer:
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Flynn laid on the deck of his ship just watching the stars. Since royals couldn’t be on the ships, it was still a peaceful place, and he liked it. He frowned upon hearing a set of steps coming on board and turned to see who that might be, smiling a bit at a large frame with a familiar place. “Hiding out from the work, superman?” He asked with a bit of a laugh. He simply joked at the other one’s expense, thinking that with those muscles, he would have likely been put to remove much debris out there.
“As far as I can tell? You’re the one who’s hiding, Sawyer,” he sneered, raising one of his brows. Judging from Nic’s attire, Flynn’s assumption was spot on. He was basically looking like a craftsman, grey overall and all the handy tools which had been stuffed into every available pocket considered. He’d been put to work all day, really. With every step that he took toward his crew member, his body was screaming exhaustion. “What are you doing? The others are at the beach creating a small bonfire right now. You should be down there with them.”
isoldedavies:
It wasn’t much, but it was ruined. A light rivulet of water ran down the far wall, though it had been much wider at its peak if the damage was any indication. Malle stood in the doorway, her brow furrowed. It wasn’t hers, not really, and it seemed silly to mourn the loss of some bed linens and a desk when her losses of the month previous had been so much greater. Hands at her sides, she took it in.
The hallway was covered in debris; the drywall had begun to bow and splinter, leaving chunks where they fell. Her room seemed at once better and worse, for the walls were intact but she could see the way the bed bowed from the water-soaked mattress. One of the pictures had fallen off the wall, likely when the roof came off, and there was glass shattered by the bathroom door. Malle stepped inside, using a mostly-dry sweater to clean the damp off her writing desk. She sat a canvas duffel – Kane’s – down and turned to address the room. Better to move quickly and be done with it.
She had mostly emptied her closet before she heard footsteps in the hallway, folding one patterned sundress after another. Some of them had fallen off their hangers and sat in rancid water for god-knew-how-long; she left them. But the rest she packed, along with her other clothes. She was in the middle of folding a sweater when the footsteps stopped. Fuck. They hadn’t explicitly said not to be there, but nor had any pirate indicated that she could go inside. She just did. And so, there was a bit of guilt on her features as she turned, dark eyes lifting cautiously to see what fresh hell was waiting for her, there. Her shoulders relaxed at the familiar sight, the polite man who’d kept her from falling off the path weeks before. “Oh.” Malle gave a small smile, relieved. “It’s only you.”
Nicholas raised his brows at her as they stared at one another. Eventually, he pointed his forefinger at her. “Rude,” he replied, feigning indignation. He was carrying a bunch of things on one of his shoulders and steadied them with his other, free hand. They were objects which had laid scattered all over the hallway and it was his job for the time being to help with the reconstruction of the Tulach house. He was accordingly dressed, a protective, bright orange helmet sat atop his black hair and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.
Memories of their last encounter flashed before his eyes and he had a difficult time to repress a triumphant smirk. With her not being able to remember him, he had every intention of using it to his own advantage. This was about him and him only.
“Nicholas,” he told her. “The name’s Nicholas. Try to remember it, I’d appreciate it.”
claire-darby:
Claire stood on the beach, looking out over the water. There couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes of sunlight left, the warm orange light that spread out from the horizon making that very clear. She brought the flask that she was holding up to her lips so that she could take a sip. Slowly, very slowly, things were returning to normal after the storm. Most of the island had been cleaned up, and it was probably only a matter of time before construction on the Tulach House was complete. At the very least, she finally had furniture back in her villa. In another week or so, it would be as though the storm had never happened. What couldn’t be forgotten was that the man she long thought dead had showed up very much so alive. Her free hand moved to her neck to gently fix the necklace he had given her when they were just teenager. A frown played on her lips when she heard footsteps approach, their sound almost completely muffled in the sand. Had she not been so accustomed to being on guard, she may have missed them. “Care for a drink?” she asked, holding the flask out without looking to see who had approached. @nicholasabel
Nic accepted the flask silently. After a beat of consideration however, one could observe how the tiny object was flung into the air and eventually disappeared in the depths of the sea. There was a snap of something cruel inside him as he laid his eyes on her, a sharp break of confusion that dug into his sides and caused for a deep frown to crinkle his forehead. He’d seen Claire miserable countless of times, just as she had seen him.
But this.
He’d never seen her like this before, and it worried him. He knew her long enough to know that alcohol only ever made her more wretched than it did her any good. As a result, he sat down next to her and instead pulled her into his side, offering her warmth. Due to the heavy storm which had nearly destroyed more than half of the island, he hadn’t seen her for a while.
“What’s wrong, my queen? Tell me the name of the bloke and I’ll beat him up for you,” he began in jest. So far, Claire was certainly always capable enough to deal with bratty people on her own, and he wasn’t the type to just simply lash out with his fists either. The more he studied her though, the more he actually pondered. What if––?
Claire
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“You sound surprised,” he noted. “I can’t find any reason for you to be, though. I mean, look at you.” ( @kajalxmalhotra )
