To the Sea, my friends-

"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever."  Indie Mister Kennedy and Mister Clayton from Hornblower. Primary muse is Archie Kennedy. Mun and muses 18+ Multiverse, multiship, crossover friendly.

[silverxsmith]

//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. 

[a-vulparia-deactivated20170923]

//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.

[ofjustinian]

Clayton - -“So I sacrificed some small insignificant things such as my pride and my self-respect.”

“That is not a feat many can do, not even for the good of others. I believe, perhaps, there is some pride to be found in the fact that you were strong enough to.”

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conquistadoradelmar:

“As I well know,” she replied softly. Too often had the tedium of the West Indies voyages left her to dwell too deeply in her thoughts, leaving her to worry over her fate, to contemplate a life spent among many and yet desolately alone. “And how is it with you?” She asked, a bit hesitantly, turning questioning eyes towards him; she did not mean to pry. “When your mind wanders to that desert of the imagination?”

He didn’t answer for a long moment, looking out over the waves and keeping his thoughts to himself. Thoughts of days when he was a midshipman, of things that had happened to him and others, and of things that had nearly happened. After a second, he turned to look at her and managed a small smile. “Never anywhere good.”

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theserpentunder-t:

“I am certain it wasn’t.” She smiled softly, finding the way the man blushed endearing in an odd way. A naval man who was a bit bookish, it was pretty quaint in a way. Though as she studied him, she took in a few more details, he was young, likely a bit younger than herself, though not by much. But she tuned into his eyes, how bright they were, much like the seas he likely sailed. Yet, she knew of the growing tensions between the English and Americans, even this long after the war of Independence. 

Rebecca rose a brow as the man fumbled over his words, her hands finding themselves clasped neatly before her. As she regained her resolve, her eyes fell onto the exposed wrist, taking note of how the timer seemed to have faded. The woman kept silent for a moment as she mulled over her response, given it was a simple answer, but one she had found herself wary of revealing. Afraid to if she was quite honest. Love, soulmates, they were things that caused many complications. Complications that she rather not have.

Yet all the same, she looked down at her sleeve before neatly folding up part of it to reveal a just as barren wrist. “Yes,” she whispered while avoiding his eyes. 

The woman was hard to read at the very least. She just looked up at him, eyes unreadable, hands clasped in front of her. He knew quite well that there were still bad feelings between their countries, but America was neutral for now, which was all that mattered to him. And, well, he was a romantic at heart. He liked the idea of finding his soul mate. But he also wanted it to work, wanted her to be happy with the arrangement, too.

And those lovely dark eyes, eyes that gave nothing away. No hint of happiness or otherwise. Which was unnerving at the moment.

He watched her as she pulled up her sleeve, looking down at the pale skin of her wrist. Yes. Just like him. He swallowed, shifting his book to his other hand. Perhaps, if you aren’t busy, you would permit me to take you for tea?” He paused, then went on with a sheepish smile. “Forgive my lack of manners. I’m Lieutenant Archie Kennedy. Might I know your name?”

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leatherandsoil:

A yes.  Oh good!  Kelly led the way across the small yard and up the back steps into his kitchen. “Guinness cupcakes and Bailey’s frosting.” He declared, so very glad he’d done all his dishes last night.  He rummaged around in his cupboard and pulled out a pair of well kept (but mismatched) saucers.  Setting them on the counter, he opened the microwave and pulled out a plate piled with cupcakes. “Guinness to drink?” he offered the other man, going over to the fridge.   

Thomas smiled a little as he followed after Kelly, musing on how funny it was that not only could the Irishman bake, but that he made cupcakes from beer and Irish cream. They did sounded good, though he paused a moment, wondering if it might be just a touch too much Guinness, but shrugged. “Sure.” He was in no hurry to go home yet. 

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The blond whimpered softly, fighting to keep himself quiet as William’s hips shifted, his hard length stroking over that spot inside him that sent sparks of pleasure through him. He couldn’t stand more than a few more strokes before he came hard, tightening around the other man, trembling and moaning.

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"Here, Drink" (Archie)

Archie drew back, eyes a little wide as they trailed over Basil’s neck. His mouth watered at just the thought; his teeth itches. “I…” He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself in control. “I really shouldn’t…”

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humblestudentofbeauty:

Basil reveled in the feel of his lover’s arms wrapped tightly around him…holding him close.  He nuzzled into Archie’s neck, inhaling the other’s scent…and marveling at how his senses were already beginning to react to what he’d become.  A hint of fear wriggled through him.  What if he couldn’t handle this new life?  What if he couldn’t control his body’s new needs?  Would Archie give up on him?  Abandon him to his base desires?  No!  The vampire was one of the most amazing men he knew!  Archie would never do that to him.  Never!

Arms wrapping tighter around his lover, the artist nodded.  “Rest sounds good,” he mumbled.  “You should rest, too…after being hurt so badly.  Everything else can wait until morning.”  It was likely he’d be hungry by then…and not for the food he was used to.  That thought scared him, too…but Basil pushed it away, and allowed his eyes to flutter closed.

He made a small, approving noise at the mention of rest, though he knew he was unlikely to find any himself. Guilt wormed away, ate at him, and all he could do was hold Basil close to him and stroke his hair. He pressed his lips to the top of his head. 

Morning? No, they would likely sleep until evening. He didn’t want Basil out in the daylight when he was weak, hungry and so newly turned. It wasn’t safe. Basil settled in his arms, closing his eyes and Archie just held him while he rested.

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leatherandsoil:

“Streets aren’t bad yet.  But I think I heard that they’ll pull the plows in a few hours, so anyone wants to get out better do it while the getting is still good.” He took a pull from his own coffee. “I all ready called my class for later. Get ‘em home early while its still driveable.” He glanced out Clayton’s window.  Yep, still snowing. “Speaking of driveable….if you don’d mind my being nosy, you going to be okay in this?  You have very far to go?”

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“Hm?” Thomas turned his eyes away from the snow to look over at the other teacher, nodding slowly. Canceling class was probably a good idea, he should likely do the same. Going back over to his desk, he searched among the papers for his phone, taking a few minutes to navigate it to his email and send out the alert to his evening classes. 

With a grimace, he glanced toward the window again. His car wasn’t very reliable, especially in the snow. “I should be?” He didn’t sound like he had a lot of confidence in that.

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leatherandsoil:

“Oh good.” Kelly said with a smile. “C’mon, its inside.” he waved the man over. “I made a batch of Guinness cupcakes this morning and while I think they’re pretty tasty, I’d like an outside opinion.”  

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Well, that’s something I’d certainly be happy to help with.” He headed over to where Kelly was standing, smiling fondly at the other man. 

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Theduchessofwharfedale/ "something disturbs your thoughts I fancy."

Though he had a book open on the table in front of him, his eyes had been locked on the flicker of the lantern’s candle for the last several minutes. It was only when someone spoke that the surgeon pulled his eyes away and looked up at her. “Ah, nothing of import, mam. Forgive me, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I am Thomas Clayton, I’m the surgeon here on the Hotspur.”

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theduchessofwharfedale:

“In all honesty, no. I was curious about the ship. I’ve only seen the captains cabin and my berth so far. I wished to see the rest, and as such stumbled upon you.” She sat forward, bringing out her fan to waft cool air to herself. “I do not know how you men stand the heat down here.”

He nodded slowly. It made sense, although he couldn’t really advise wandering about a ship unescorted. Ships could be dangerous places, and the last thing he wanted was for their guest to get hurt or get in the way and keep the men from doing their duties. He gave a soft chuckle and glanced away. “One gets used to it, mam.” 

[ofjustinian]

Port was not a drink Henry had experienced before, and as such he had imbibed rather too much of it. Sat in a cubby of the ship rarely visited so as to afford themselves some peace and quiet after a long day, Henry found himself rather merry in Mr Kennedy's company

Archie preferred brandy himself, but port was good. As were nice, easy nights when he could just relax and not worry too much about all the stress of ship life. He and Wellard were tucked away in a little corner of the hold, relaxing. Archie came down there when he had the chance for a nice, quiet place to read. 

He stole the bottle back from Henry’s hand, laughing. “Am I going to have to cut you off, Mr. Wellard?”

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imnocoward:

“Well that only happens,” he swayed a little, narrowly missing a box by holding onto Archie, “when you’re an idiot.” He laughed brightly, moving up the stairs shakily.

“Uhhuh.” Archie gave the younger man a little bit of a fond, amused look, watching him swivel some to avoid a box. “I’m going to remember you said that,” he promised teasingly. He was fully expecting Wellard to fall before they got to the midshipman’s berth. 

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drasiediau:

R E A L. Ioan’s ailing mind was incapable of forming coherent thought processes, thus that lone word repeated itself over and over again - like a disbelieving, yet desperate mantra as his arms rose to coil tightly about Thomas’ waist. As his fingers tangled wildly in the wool of his coat.. he was so afraid that if he didn’t cling to Thomas with every bit of strength he could muster, he would vanish. He would be gone again, and he would N E V E R come back. Tears stung viciously at Ioan’s eyes once more, prompting him to bury his face in the Surgeon’s neck so he wouldn’t have to see them fall. ( What was he supposed to say? What was an acceptable reaction to this moment? Anger? Venom? Bitterness? Frigid indifference?? – If so, Ioan was utterly incapable of treating Thomas so wretchedly.. he couldn’t even fathom it. Not ever. Not Thomas. ) ❝ Peidiwch â gadael i mi eto, ❞ He pleaded weakly as he found just enough strength to tighten his hold on the Surgeon ever so slightly. ❝ Peidiwch â gadael i mi eto.. peidiwch â gwneud i mi golli i chi ddwywaith. Os gwelwch yn dda, ❞

He held the other man to him, gentle but firmly enough to keep them pressed together. To keep him close. Ioan was just so thin, so small. He looked like he hadn’t eaten since Thomas had gone away, and the surgeon - former surgeon, he reminded himself - couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for that. It was his fault that Ioan had suffered. 

A hand stroked his back gently, trying to soothe him, trying to reassure him, but he knew it was inadequate. What could he say or do to ever help ease the pain he’d caused?

Thomas didn’t recognize the words that were murmured against his chest, but he had a feeling he could guess at the meaning of them, at the very least. “I’m not going anywhere, Ioan,” he promised softly. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving again. I promise.”

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Theduchessofwharfedale/ "something disturbs your thoughts I fancy."

Though he had a book open on the table in front of him, his eyes had been locked on the flicker of the lantern’s candle for the last several minutes. It was only when someone spoke that the surgeon pulled his eyes away and looked up at her. “Ah, nothing of import, mam. Forgive me, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I am Thomas Clayton, I’m the surgeon here on the Hotspur.”

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theduchessofwharfedale:

“Saving lives. Keeping everyone healthy. That’s rather exciting to me.” She shrugged. “But everyone to their own thoughts. I suppose if you do it day in and day out it must become a repetition.”

Thomas smiled and shook his head. “It can be at times, I’ll concede that, but when there’s no battles, it’s really just a lot of paperwork.” The smile remained in place as he regarded the woman, thoughtful. “Were you looking for me for some reason, mam?”

[ofjustinian]

Port was not a drink Henry had experienced before, and as such he had imbibed rather too much of it. Sat in a cubby of the ship rarely visited so as to afford themselves some peace and quiet after a long day, Henry found himself rather merry in Mr Kennedy's company

Archie preferred brandy himself, but port was good. As were nice, easy nights when he could just relax and not worry too much about all the stress of ship life. He and Wellard were tucked away in a little corner of the hold, relaxing. Archie came down there when he had the chance for a nice, quiet place to read. 

He stole the bottle back from Henry’s hand, laughing. “Am I going to have to cut you off, Mr. Wellard?”

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imnocoward:

Henry leaned heavily on Archie, enjoying the other man’s warmth. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of the sea, the drink they’d imbibed and something destinctly Archie. A small smile graced his face. “The rocking of the boat is rather fun when you’re drunk, isn’t it.” He yawned.

He smiled a little bit at the younger man and shook his head. “It can be, until you fall into something and hurt yourself.” A soft chuckle followed the words as he began to steer the younger man toward the stairs again. 

[oceansode]

“I hope so,” she replied, rather flustered from her account with the drunken lord. She was already uncomfortable in such a place let alone being harassed and touched by the man. 

“I…..My name is Sora….Just Sora,” she spoke in an even quieter tone. Her dark eyes wondered about wary of them people staring at her before returning to his blue gaze. She shifted a bit closer to him, hoping to hide from the gaze of the guests who had witnessed the incident. “May I ask the name of my savior?” 

[ofjustinian]

He offered her a friendly smile, seemingly oblivious to the looks they were still getting. “Of course, where are my manners?” The blonde took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Archie Kennedy, at your service, ma’am.”

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✿ (modern???)

Hewasn’t really in the habit of going on blind dates, but he figured once couldn’thurt. He was supposed to meet a woman named Sora for dinner at a localrestaurant and had gotten there a bit early. The last thing he wanted was tomake a band impression for making her wait. Getting them a table, he ordered aglass of water and looked around curiously.

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oceansode:

“Well it’s not good to take everything too seriously,” she laughed, looking around for the waitress to come along. Finally, Sora was able to get a good look at the man. She was rather taken by his blue eyes, they were like the sea. He had a strong jaw and blonde hair. “So I was told you do…..theater, was it?” she inquired.

He watched her as she sat, taking a sip from the glass of water he had on the table. It was the only thing he had ordered while he had been waiting on her, and he was glad, since it was a good excuse to be quiet and just watch. Setting it down, he gave her a warm smile and nodded. “Yeah, something like that. I work in a theater, mostly behind the scenes for now. And what is it you do?”

[ofjustinian]

Making her way to the Lieutenant's cabin with a smile, Sora knocked on it lightly hoping he was there. She had a surprise.

Archie raised his head from the book he was reading, stood up and headed over to the door, pulling it open and gave her a smile. “Hello, Sora. What can I do for you?”

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oceansode:

“I think the question is what can I do for you,” she beamed stepping inside quickly. “Have you eatin’ yet?” 

The blond looked a little confused, but shook his head. “I haven’t. Why do you ask?”