lies from a silver-tongue ring sweet as truth.

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@saltyact
lies from a silver-tongue ring sweet as truth.
*exfoliates and puts face mask on after a long day of being evil*
your subtext isn’t being missed by anyone.
when someone you dont like makes a joke about you
we need sluttier music…..
sea shanties are right there
@caemthe
This guy… Roberts had a unique way to get under on someone’s nerves even when Teach had been the one to throw the first paper ball at the other man. It would’ve been more entertaining if they had tried shooting him or begin a fight over that silly hat. Then, if the master asked, it would’ve been Roberts’ fault for being unable to stand a ‘harmless’ joke.
But now? The larger pirate was barely holding back from slamming the other’s hat so hard on their head, they would be unable to take it off and appear like a fool, at least for a short while. He was contemplating the idea when that pretty boy had to open that damn mouth of theirs again. “I’m not …old?” What the hell? Just because he wasn’t a fan of looking like a beardless brat didn’t mean anything other than his beard was flawless and captain-worthy? “Just shut up and let a man work, pretty boy.” Blackbeard grumbled to himself before picking up his shorter associate as if they weighted nothing.
It seemed they had forgotten that he was just as good at entertaining guests and keeping a lively mood (but he didn’t keep things civil). Of course, as long as he didn’t indulge in drinking. That was his sole weakness. “Sorry for the sudden disappearance. This pretty face has been misbehaving and needed to be reminded of a few things.” He announced to a different crowd, completely ignoring the ones Roberts had been been talking to a moment ago, while lifting higher the man he had trapped. “Next round is on me so I better see y’all raise those dirty glasses!”
The very fact Blackbeard had to reaffirm outload that he wasn’t ‘old’ was apparently hilarious to the other captain. The grin on the shorter man’s face sharpens. ❝ What’s wrong? Can’t take a harmless nickname? You do enjoy calling me childish things, thought I’d return the favor that’s all. ❞ A black gloved hand saunters against the air, dusting the subject away, his other hand neatly pressed to his hip. As much as Roberts was talking, he remained oblivious to the slowly churning gears moving within the other Captain’s head, obvious by the expression the grizzled man currently wore.
And the peacock that was Bartholomew Roberts, continued to squawk.
❝ Pretty boy? -- Huu~ You’re quite right. I am rather attractive aren’t I? At least your eye sight isn’t failing~ why don’t you tell me just what-- UrrrK!! ❞
He froze, lips agape as his shined boots were no longer touching the ground. He stares, but he might only be seeing white out of sheer shock of the matter as he stood against the air, larger hands having hoisted him up as if he were a thin trunk of a tree. He stares, vision starting to return to the sight of Blackbeard saying something, no shouting it? Yet he can’t hear anything beyond a high pitched ringing in his ears, caused by a fatally wounded ego. A faint twitch to the corner of those lips marks the returning of Barty Black’s soul and with it, life floods across his face in a scratchy flush of heat.
❝ ....Scoundrel.. ❞ It comes as a whisper through gritted teeth. ❝ Knave. Put. Me. Down. ❞ Those feathers have been sufficiently ruffled.
Bartholomew Roberts’ Servant Profile from FGO Material IX
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two characters fighting? nice. two characters flirting? also nice. but two characters flirting while fighting (other people or each other)? *chef’s kiss* fucking transcendent
*does a gay little flourish with my pirate sword that makes the british naval fleet want to kill me*
Mark Samsonovich, ‘Nature Knows No Kings’, 2016 Source
Wait- you mean you don’t feel fully bewitched by the presence of the sea???!
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PASSION ; what is it you want from love
you need someone that makes you come alive, sets your soul on fire and whose touch feels like it sears your skin (like, in a good way.) the way you love is all consuming and sometimes it’s terrifying, but you can’t wait to give all of yourself to someone else. to open yourself up completely and for them to hold your soul in their hands is what love means to you. the only thing you want separating you and your partner is your skin, so naturally you turn to worshipping that very skin in hopes that the way you love will go deeper than what you touch and that they’ll know exactly how far you’d go to keep this fire alive.
Looks like he’s going to have to make a lot more paper hats.
caemthe
Oh, so Barty was trying to poke at the difference between their success to try and piss him off, huh? Unluckily, Teach cared little for it since riches of the past didn’t tag along with their spirit core. But he could always go and try to turn things. Roberts was surprisingly easy to annoy and pester if one knew what buttons to press. “Apologies accepted. That was a good one tho. Want me to give you a star for it? The only one you have seems pretty lonely as it is.” But as fun as it was to piss off the other pirate, he couldn’t really admit that he was dragging them just for the sake of seeing them get mad. No, they would drop everything and leave if he said the truth so…
“You take too much time just an intel assignment. I would’ve completed the job long ago but it’s impossible to try to take a seat and start a conversation without someone trying to shove a bottle near my face.” He doubted he needed to remind the other why he couldn’t allow himself to indulge in a few drinks. They were never a few and it would all go downhill from that point onwards. “So tag along to have my share and I’ll show you how it’s done.” He wasn’t telling the entirety of his plan because he knew Roberts would scratch his face and hiss if they knew what he was planning in his head.
Even if boasting did little to nudge at the fellow pirate's ego--- Roberts still won. He enjoyed listening to his own voice the most and if Teach wasn't about to take the bait, it mattered not to him. It was still something Roberts was clearly proud of. A slow lift of an eyebrow accompanies this star talk, mostly when the other referred to a lonely star Roberts apparently had. He peers around, then down upon his breast-- seeing no randomly placed star sticker-- and being rather oblivious to some existing card that represents him upon summoning-- he aims his confused stare back up to Blackbeard. Oh well, this too, didn’t matter. ❝ I take too much time? My, it's as if you've never heard of blending in. But, I do admit it--- I enjoy getting some entertainment out of these little missions. It's dreadfully boring lurking about Chaldea otherwise. ---However, between your aversion to the drink, and my social graces-- I believe we are both rather slower in different ways. After all~ If you could complete an intel mission on your own so quickly-- they wouldn't have sent me with you to help. ❞ Icy blue eyes crinkle as he smiles, speaking through the clenched happy teeth as one of the strangers he had been entertaining from before walks nearby.
❝ Boo, let me have my fun. ❞ But he follows in the other Pirate’s wake, completely oblivious of any ulterior motives the other might have. He moves to take another drink of his glass as he walks, only to find it empty. With a brief flash of annoyance-- he discards it on the nearest surface as they pass by.
❝ Don’t disappoint met, old man. Or else I might get bored and just shoot one of these random people. That’ll surely get the blood moving, no? ❞