Oh, Another Day

One shot is never enough. I just wait for us to go in circles. A lifetime of giving my all for you. Hostile, give me a break. Don't say it's in the bottle of air. mn

[oh1-fane]

captain-drystane·:

His eyebrows raised in an arch as he watched the other male fumble his words before falling off the poorly constructed fence. This man was a disaster and it made Cristo all the more interested.

Talaya wasn’t viscous until she needed to be so Cristo didn’t worry when the big cat decided to investigate the poor boy. “Nice to meet you, Fane. Her neck to the back of her ears are her soft spots. If you want to experience her claws then go for the tail, if not then stay clear.”

He took Fane’s hand and helped him up, taking in the other’s body with his gaze. “You look well fed for a bard, I take it business has been good?” He asks. The Kraken rarely has bards onboard, most complain it’s too rowdy and chaotic to perform. Rojas had given up on them, but now that Cristo was captain he had hoped to change that. “How much do you usually start your bargain?”

Fane pet her tentatively, expecting that she'd be like every other cat that he'd touched that either showed him the sharpness of their claws and ran off the moment his fingers met fur. But she let him touch without showing any kind of aggression. "Huh," he mused, scratching behind her ears. "You have no idea how little animals tend to like me."

"It's not bad," Fane said with a shrug. "The cook at the tavern likes me and feeds me more than she has any right to do for free." He frowned, thinking about what he remembered of The Kraken and what kind of fee he could start with. "For a larger ship, I usually start at five-pound per day, plus room and board. If you intend to sail with me, I am willing to swing a sword to defend the ship, but then I expect a share of the loot like any of your crew would expect on top of my original fee."

[oh1-fane]

vitaliy-sverbylo·:

“Yes, of course,” Vitaliy answered at once. “But I’ve given the others that I dislike a chance so that I may decide such with confidence.”

Vitaliy wasn’t trying to tell Fane what to do, but he wasn’t entirely sure the man had thought it all through properly. He would truly hate for someone to be missing out on something they could properly enjoy. “How else do you know anything if not to try things?” Vitaliy questioned. He loved to try any new thing he could, but his mother would argue that that was how he’d ended up in a great number of bad situations. Vitaliy’s mentality of “How bad can it be?” had landed him in so many situations where the answer was, “Worse than I imagined,” but he wasn’t about to tell Fane that. 

Fane shrugged. "I like what I like and don't what I don't," he said. He wasn't interested in experimenting. "I'm just... I haven't found the right person, I suppose. I don't know when I'll meet them, or maybe I already have and just don't know it, but someday, I'll know."

"Sometimes, you just know yourself," Fane said softly. "I don't always know what I like, but in this case, I do." He rubbed at the marks on his neck. "The most intimate I've ever really been are these marks left behind by my violin. And that's just from it rubbing against my skin for hours on end."

[oh1-fane]

goldendavenport·:

There wasn’t much that could unsettle the Captain of the Golden Cairn. He’s seen and done a lot of things in his thirty-plus years. And yet, all it took was for one bard to walk up to to him to leave him feeling like he was walking on eggshells. It wasn’t at all that he disliked the wandering minstrel and it wasn’t even the other’s fault that he left the sea captain like a cat had his tongue; Fane was a connection to Logan’s past; a time before he was the infamous captain and mercenary. A history very few were privy too.

Logan heard the question about the seat, but words stuck in his throat and instead dark eyes watched from across the table as the bard sat down. His silence from a strangers view may have looked like contempt for the other. But it was more keeping with a facade as a fierce pirate captain rather then for anyone to know beneath that stoic look he was simply flustered trying to find his words.

The question was simple, a how are you and yet he put too much thought into an instant of his reply. “They were indeed. The Cairn found good winds all to often. But the ship was getting to crowded and its haul to filled. It was time to make portside.” It was all to well known that the Cairn’s Captain held mercy for the ships that his crew took; a choice offered to take on a pirate’s life or be left at the next sight of dryland. They returned to Nassau because of a deal that Logan had struck with the locals of the island. Protection for a safe harbor.

“And yourself?” He asked in return, his gaze shifting to take in the other sitting across from him. “You don’t look any worse for wear. I hope those listening have paid well for the appreication of music they learn from your playing.” 

Fane hummed softly, gesturing at his drink. "Paid well enough to buy myself a drink," he said with a smile. "The tavern isn't the best place for spare coins, admittedly, but the tavern owner pays a flat rate for talent. They don't want just anyone wandering around here playing music."

He looked the other man over. "Yeah, I can tell you haven't been to port in a while," Fane said with a grin. "You've let your hair get longer. I had to get my cut not too long ago." He ran a hand through the loose curls lightly. He didn't like getting his hair cut on a ship, personally. The movement of the ship ran the risk of his hair being uneven, and with the curls? Uneven was not good.

"I just got back a few weeks ago, actually," Fane said, taking a drink from his tankard. "I had a stint on The Golden Wind. Small ship, really. You probably haven't heard of it. They weren't particularly good at being pirates either. But they still paid me, so I can't complain."

[oh1-fane]

captain-drystane·:

“Are you trying to tell me she has a weight problem?” He asks, his natural teasing personality kicking into overdrive at the sight of the handsome face. Sure, the face was currently panicked and terrified at the moment, but it was still handsome.

“Well do play something, bard, before she changes her mind,” He teases, crossing his arms as he laughs at the man perched on top of the fence. “I’m Captain Drystane, by the way. I sail the Kraken. And who might you be?”

"Yes? I mean– I mean no, no no, she's, uh, perfect," Fane said quickly. He reached a hand up to rub at his neck, only to wobble precariously on the fence. "Shit–"

He couldn't recover his balance, falling backwards off the fence and landing on his back. "Ow," Fane muttered, flinching visibly when he saw the cat's face as she sniffed at him. "Uh... hi, uh, hi kitty."

Fane hummed softly as he sat up, hoping at least that the soft tune would soothe the creature into not attacking him. Finally getting to his feet, Fane dusted himself off. "I'm Fane," he told the man, hand reaching out hesitantly. "Is it alright to pet her?"

[oh1-fane]

goldendavenport·:

WHO: Open

WHERE: The Tavern

WHEN: Evening whenever

The Golden Cairn had put into port early that morning and the First Mate had given out assignments written out by her ships Captain to the new crew members that would be staying behind in Nassau after the ship sailed again. With the deal Logan had with the island, many of his crew were allowed to set foot an enjoy what Nassau had to offer. He’d already spotted several heading for the Seven Seas and others heading where he was going, the tavern. He entered in, the dive hadn’t changed since the last time he set foot in it; thats what he liked about the place. Some of the eyes that looked up and in his direction were new though. Logan acted as if he owned the place, striding across to the bar and already a drink waiting for him. He nodded a thanks to the bartender before taking the drink and going over to a seat and settling in. 

Fane played the tavern this evening, flitting from table to table playing to the crowd. He had plenty of tips, and he smiled as he stepped away from the spotlight to let another bard take over the entertainment. 

He used some of his earnings to buy himself a drink when a familiar face entered the tavern. Fane waited a moment, watching as Logan walked through the tavern like he owned the place. 

Once the other man was seated, Fane headed over to the table. "This seat taken?" he asked, not waiting for the answer before sitting. "I haven't seen you around these parts in a while. Good winds?"

[oh1-fane]

captain-drystane·:

WHO    :    @oh-fane·

WHERE:  the port

WHEN    :    morning

He didn’t typically like to do much sailing so early in the morning but the winds were favorable and the seas were calm so he figured he should jump on the opportunity. The last coup against him left his crew with a few open spots, which he filled but his new members weren’t quite up to par with the Kraken’s standards. An easy day like this was the perfect opportunity to whip them into shape.

He was heading to his ship with Talaya when his feline companion suddenly rushed off towards a bard playing his violin. He could only imagine what the other must feel seeing a full grown snow leopard rush him, so the young captain was quick to catch up to her.

“Talaya, relax!” He shouted. However, she was relaxed entirely, already laying down when he caught up with them. He knew his companion loved to listen to music, but she was a picky one with her tastes. “It seems my cat here has taken a liking to you, bard,” He grinned, before finally taking in the male’s appearance. “And I can’t say I blame her with a face like that. The angels in the sky must’ve really favored you.”

Fane thought he was clever, catching the morning rush of foot traffic. It was working, too, netting one of his best busking endeavours so far. 

At least until he saw an abnormally large cat barrelling towards him. With a startled yelp, Fane clambered up on the nearest fence. "Oh god," he muttered, suddenly wondering if he should have prayed more often. His mother had always said this would happen. Well. Not exactly. 

"You– your cat is bigger than most dogs that I've seen," Fane said, holding his violin to his chest as he tried not to fall off the fence. He had to admit, though, she hadn't chased him, only laid down and looked at him expectantly. "Most animals don't like me… This might actually be a first."

[oh1-fane]

vitaliy-sverbylo·:

Vitaliy looked Fane up and down again, this time with much more confusion before deciding to take the man at his word. He held out his hand. “I’ve never met anyone such as you,” Vitaliy said trying to rectify the apparent mistake he’d made in making an assumptions about Fane. “But I suppose you could be truly unique. Don’t judge my assumptions of you?” he asked. “And, uh, of course, should you ever change your mind or feel differently…” Vitaliy was still looking at Fane as if he were something otherworldly even as he held out his hand. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like it if you simply tried it?”

Fane shook his head. "I know my… approach is unique," he said, giving the other man an assuring smile. "I'd never judge anyone for not understanding it. I just don't like when people don't believe me. I wouldn't lie about this or much of anything. I'm not a great liar." 

Fane sighed then. He'd heard that one before. And he'd hear it again. "No, I wouldn't simply 'like it if I tried it'," Fane said, trying not to seem too frustrated. "It's like… you have preferences, yes?"

[oh1-fane]

lovelesslottie·:

The male looked confused at the name she had uttered but didn’t question her, so she felt no need to explain her embarrassing blunder. “I love your music. It brings me such joy. I’ve had the pleasure of hearing you play a few times.” She told the male, smiling as she looked at him with renewed warmth. 

“It’s a lovely nickname, I’d imagined you having a softer name, but Fane suits you just nicely.” Lottie didn’t know why she was rambling on. She very much doubted the male cared what she had thought about his name, but unfortunately, as usual, her mouth had gotten away from her. “Oh.” She was a little surprised when he asked for her name. Not many men did. She had a few customers who liked to know, but most of them weren’t there to exchange pleasantries such as names. “It’s Charlotte or Lottie - whichever you prefer.” She gave him a bright smile. “That would be very kind of you if you are sure it’s no bother. I don’t live far.” Truthfully she wasn’t all that scared, and she was happy enough to continue home alone, but it wasn’t often she had company outside of a bedroom. She couldn’t remember the last conversation she’d had with someone that wasn’t paying for her company.

Fane smiled, cheeks going pink. He just hoped that the dark hid the colour of his face. Curse his Irish complexion... "I'm glad that I can give you a small piece of joy," he said, expression going soft. Fane always liked to hear how his music affected people. He played for money, sure, but he also played for people like Charlotte.

"Guess my given name is kind of soft," Fane allowed, refusing to elaborate on the name itself. "I'm named for my father and his father before him, so it was natural to come up with a nickname." Both of the other men were gone now, but Fane wasn't about to dwell on that in the company of a young woman. "I'd be happy to walk you. It's not a bother. I'd rather see you home safe than save myself a couple of minutes walk."

[oh1-fane]

vitaliy-sverbylo·:

Vitaliy was so confused trying to take in the comment about Fane being  “complicated” that he almost missed the one about his name, but at least it was the one easier for him to answer. “Vi, uh, Vitaliy Sverbylo,” he answered, feeling like he must have misunderstood the rest of what Fane had told him. There was no way the musician had grown to adulthood, not fallen in love or gotten married, and also had no interest in anyone in the brothel. He raised his eyebrow and tried to figure Fan out again. “So is it God? Like, a religious devotion instead of a, an earthly one or something? Some kind of vow?”

Fane frowned slightly, wondering if he'd something wrong. Vitaliy was looking at Fane like he had an extra head and possibly a hump on his back. He thought that it might be easier for him to vanish. Maybe the ground would crack open and swallow up Fane like it had swallowed up Port Royal...

"My mother was Catholic," Fane said with a shrug. "But I never was particularly devote. Nor was my father. My sisters, well, they... I'm not sure about them anymore, actually. But I don't have any kind of vow. I just don't... want. I haven't ever wanted before. And before you ask, no. I haven't been... altered down there." He hated fielding the eunuch question.

[oh1-fane]

lovelesslottie·:

A familiar, quiet voice drifted towards her as the male stepped out of the shadows. The fear was soon washed from her face as she recognised the male. “Eyvyn.” She replied softly before her face flushed realising her mistake. Charlotte had to remind herself that it wasn’t the male’s actual name, and in fact, despite the stories she had made in her head she didn’t actually know the man - and nor did he know her. “Ah-I mean…” the brunette fell quiet, bearing an apologetic expression. “You’re the musician, aren’t you?” She asked with a small smile. “Fane? Fane O'Fannain.” She repeated the name seeing how it felt on her tongue. It wasn’t as fanciful as she had imagined, nor was it Welsh, but there was something about it that suited him. “I like it.” She stated with a grin. “Oh no, I understand. The dark just makes everything a little more scary.”

Fane furrowed his brow slightly. Eyvyn? Did he have another man in Nassau that looked like him? He didn't even have a brother. He supposed, all things considered, he could probably handle this Eyvyn character. He'd dealt decently well with finding out that he looked almost exactly like the man who owned the brothel, albeit Fane's hair curled a lot more than his.

"Yeah," Fane agreed. He couldn't hide the small, pleased smile that he was starting to be recognised for his music. "Heh, thanks. It's... well, Fane's a nickname, but I rather like it." He'd used it as a kid, only to differentiate from his father and him. But then, after his time with the British Navy, well, they might still be looking for Seoirse O'Fannain, but Fane O'Fannain could claim to be a separate entity. "What's your name? And... would you like me to walk you home? The dark can make things seem scarier, but that doesn't mean it's safe out there. I, for one, would definitely feel better knowing you got home safe." He didn't know her from Eve, but he wouldn't want anyone to be hurt when he could have been there to try to help.

[oh1-fane]

lovelesslottie·:

WHO    :    open

WHERE    :  streets of Nassau

WHEN    :    around 11pm

It had long passed dark, she could feel the chill upon her skin yet she was resigned to staying out a little longer seeking a little solitude that the brothel couldn’t give her. The brunette looked up at the stars in the blanket of the night sky, a contented sigh fell from her lips as she briefly closed her eyes enjoying the peace. That was until is was disturbed by someone lurking in the shadows. Charlotte felt herself shudder but it was no longer from the chill. Looking around nervously she squinted trying to spot the person shielded by the dark night. “Hello. Who is out there?”

Fane had lost track of time, as he often did when he played. It was well since dark by the time he noticed that he was playing to an empty dock. Oh well. The kitchen would be closed at the tavern, so it looked like Fane would have to have some of the dry food he kept on hand for emergencies and when he got scooped up by pirates.

He wasn't paying that much attention as he started for the tavern. He didn't even notice how close he was to the woman until she spoke. Fane startled, looking towards her and realising exactly how he looked. "Oh, shi–" he cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck and positioning himself so that she could see his face in the dark. "Hi, I'm Fane, Fane O'Fannain, and I was not trying to scare you. I wasn't even paying attention. I'm very sorry."

[oh1-fane]

vitaliy-sverbylo·:

Vitaliy squinted a bit and looked at the other man- first at the marks beneath his chin and then up and down. He had clearly heard Fane’s words, but was wholly unable to conceive them. “I’ve truly never met such a man,” he replied without believing Fane for an instant. “In my experience, and in honest I have an abundance of it, a man only doesn’t want what’s inside these doors if he’d madly in love with someone else, or if he’s dead.” He looked Fane up and down. “Assuming you aren’t the latter, one must come to the conclusion that you have a very lovely person waiting at home for you with which you are completely smitten.” He didn’t let himself step closer, but he raised an eyebrow. “Is that the way it is, Fane?” 

Fane looked down at himself like he might find the answer there. "No, I don't have someone else," he explained, frowning. "I guess that makes me dead? I don't feel dead, but I've heard stranger stories." Of course, he was sure those stories were primarily fictitious.

He shrugged. "I'm just... I dunno, guess it's complicated?" Fane tried, rubbing the back of his neck again. "I've never really felt the need to go through those doors for its intended purpose. Different, maybe, but I suppose not so complicated."

Fane ran his fingers through his hair, dislodging his already-messy curls. "I guess it's a new experience for you then," he said, smiling at the other man. "Uh... what's your name? You kinda didn't say when I gave you mine, probably because you were in business mode, which I understand, but I would like a name to go with the face." And potentially the tale he was already thinking of weaving about this encounter.

[oh1-fane]

madamlaurens·:

Status: Open 

Location: Outside The Seven Seas Brothel

Genevieve’s gaze was almost icy as she smoothed down her dress. “Were you me, would you wager the lives of all those in your care on the word of a pirate?” She asked her voice was cool like the bubbling stream. Her pale face was turned towards the sun in order to get some warmth and some light. Her blue eyes were showing no emotion whatsoever but that was not unusual for her. It took a lot to bring any emotion to her face. “forgive me if I am not so easily persuaded,” She commented her tone still cool but perhaps a touch warmer. Preferring to remain neutral territory on the island meant that she was never to quick to take anyone at their word, it also proved useful when it came to information gathering and trading. Her girls often proved useful and how easily that information fell from lose lips over pillow talk, information that they were all to quick to share with Genevieve considering she made sure to take care of them.

She had promised from the moment she took over the role of Madam, that things would be different from her predecessor, no longer would the girls cower in fear wondering what would happen to them if they were to say no. Since her rise in ranks, Genevieve had made it known that no hand were to be raised to any girl under her roof and if it were then it would be the last time they were allowed to return if she had anything to say about it. Though that seemed to be getting more and more difficult since the last of their so called security had come to some misfortune. It would have to be something she would mention to Vitaliy

Fane blinked, eyes wide. "Oh, oh no, no no, I think you're mistaken," he said, cheeks going pink. "When I asked to talk to who was in charge, and that I had a proposition, I didn't mean, that. I only meant to ask if I could play here this evening. And maybe the next."

Fane gestured at the violin case attached to his back. "And I'm not a pirate," he continued, moving his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed at it sheepishly. "I'm a bard. I play music, usually at the tavern. But I guess the tavern owner got in some different talent this weekend and didn't have a place for me, and I thought, I could maybe ask about playing here?"

He frowned for a moment, glancing around. "I'm not looking to put anyone in danger," Fane promised. "I just want to play a little music, make a little money, and then go about on my merry way. But the man at the door said that I needed to ask permission before I could and that I should talk to the owner?"

[oh1-fane]

danielabatista·:

        ‘  well  ,   maybe  you  can  tell  your  pirate  friends  you  have  an  angry  friend  at  home  that  will  beat  you  up  worse  than  they  can  ,   and  then  you  can’t  play  at  all  for  them  .  ’   it’s  an  empty  threat  from  the  woman  ,   for  she  knows  pirates  would  hardly  give  a  care  for  her  ,   nor  would  they  listen  to  her  words  .   still  ,   if  she  ever  found  herself  on  a  ship  …  well  ,   at  least  she’d  go  down  saying  some  very  heavy  handed  words  on  the  matter  .  

         ‘  ah  ,   but  most  is  not  all  ,   fane  -  you  know  that  as  well  as  i  do  .  ’    girl  speaks  as  if  she’s  talked  to  these  pirates  of  his  ,   but  they  live  in  two  completely  different  worlds  ,   fane  being  the  only  one  to  really  connect  them  .   still  ,   she  goes  soft  when  he  lifts  his  chin  ,   uses  her  fingers  to  cup  it  and  tilt  it  up  even  more  so  .    ‘  mmmm  …  i  can  have  the  maids  grab  some  herbs  from  the  garden  ,   that  should  help  get  the  inflammation  down  at  the  very  least  .  ’  

"You wouldn't, lass," Fane challenged, grinning at her. "You know my music is my livelihood. I'd become destitute without my hands." Not that he had a house or other form of permanent lodging. The tavern usually kept true to the long-term rent he did, but sometimes, he'd come back from his time on a ship and find his things placed into a box and kept behind the bar.

"Not all blacksmiths are masters of their trade," Fane countered. "Not every banker is good at maths. Likewise, not all pirates are good at being pirates." He sat still as Daniela inspected his neck. Fane almost always came back from travelling on a ship with marks on his neck. He played too much with little time between to keep his skin from getting red where his violin rested. "Don't do anything that could get you in trouble, lass. It doesn't hurt or otherwise bother me."

[oh1-fane]

@madcaptaingrimm​

Fane sat atop a mooring pole, violin tucked under his chin and a cup for change placed below him. He played a jaunty Irish folk song that he remembered hearing as a young boy. Fane hadn't learned to play it properly, but he thought he'd gotten close to it. 

He played for a while until he saw a familiar face. "Dia duit, Captain," Fane greeted, pulling the violin from under his chin and grinning at the man. He hadn't seen the captain in a while, but Fane had the man to thank for rescuing him from the HMS Sovereign. 

"I haven't seen you around for a while," Fane commented casually. Of course, Fane, himself, had only just gotten back from his stint on a different ship. He'd gotten a somewhat decent setup with that these days. Ships paid him pretty well to travel with them and play for them.

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[oh1-fane]

vitaliy-sverbylo·:

“Fane,” Vitaliy replied, sounding like he’d known the other man forever. “Playing here or playing there all kind of sounds like one way, doesn’t it?”

He glanced inside the door of the brothel before stepping away from the door and a bit closer to the musician. He’d played this game for years, knowing exactly how to trip up even the most well-meaning of men, but this one, the poor dear, seemed to be less well-meaning and more completely caught off guard. Vitaliy eyed the other man up and down and then hazarded a guess. “Not very experienced, are we?” he asked suspiciously. The use of the royal we had been purely for laughs on Vitaliy’s part as he was anything but inexperienced. He watched the panic in the other man’s eyes. “If that’s the case, there are some lovely and understanding bodies right inside. I’m sure anyone you’d like would be very willing and interested in getting you better acquainted with anything you may be unfamiliar with.”

Fane heard the voice inside him that had been chanting "run" start to scream it. He physically twitched towards the empty space behind him, ready to bolt the moment his feet stopped being locked to the ground. Fane felt the panic rising in his chest, and he was on the edge of dissolving into a puddle of anxiety.

But Fane steeled himself. He'd been through much worse than being propositioned by someone at a brothel. Fane had survived four years aboard a Navy ship that didn't care much if he lived or died. He had the scars to prove it.

So Fane looked the other man in the eye. "Ah, no," he said, unable to stop himself from rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I don't think I'll need any experience. That's not... for me." Fane had struggled before explaining that he just didn't seem to desire anyone. "Truly, the offer is unnecessary. I'm perfectly content as I am."

Fane gestured at his violin. "This violin is the only one that leaves marks on my skin anymore," he said before gesturing to the red marks under his chin.