cxtler:
Multiple times upon the litany of his forever has he dealt with thieves; they claim themselves a breed apart, each and every one curling through eternity as tornadoes and acting as if they were hidden in their shadowy graves.
He sees not the reason to release the man from his glare, entirety of existence and all the captured anger of the world piling within to approximate the disapproval that he very nearly feels.
❝ And just what do you think you would be helping me with? ❞
The lord's eyes are more than cold, that tornado trapped in their depths for ever and a day, as though he has suppressed it like he would suppress the world, should he have his way.
Locke and Jean have been watching for a while, in brutal certainty that this one is the next they need to take down. The Gentleman Bastards have toppled empires before now, brought kings and capas screaming to their knees; what makes this one any different?
❝ Birds say you've got a pirate problem. ❞













