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Just a little poster idea l had to try out, I love retro futurism posters and art style and wanted to do an experiment in its honour. Anyway go watch space.
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I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
You are ready to go to sleep and ask your f/o to join you. They promise to follow you soon after they are done with their project. You two share a goodnight kiss, you go to bed and fall asleep.
You wake up at night and notice your f/o isn't sleeping next to you. You get up and find them still working on their project. They are surprised to see you all sleepy in your night garment. They had lost track of time and are sorry you had to sleep alone. Still they insist working on their project before joining you.
You have none of it! You try to stay up with your f/o until they are done. Unfortunately your mind feels heavy and you almost fall asleep every now and then. Your f/o looks at your sleepy form for a while in silence, they cannot stand to see you so tired because of them. Finally they take your hand and walk you to the bed with them. You two snuggle and share another goodnight kiss before falling asleep.
Jackalin adjusted the beaded girdle that took in the black cotton dress that they had chosen for their pagan wedding gown. They turned this way and that, looking down at themself. A crown of nile lilies rested upon their brow, and a veil of golden, sheer and sparkling fabric. "Alright." They held out their hand and their maid of honor handed them their bouquet of wildflowers and herbs. Their braided black leather sandals tapped the wooden floor as they paced by the door, waiting for the music to start. They looked at their maids, sharing a nervous giggle with them all. The dresses were black cotton, breathable, simple, silver pentacles painted on the chests. "Ready?"
The harp started a flighty aria, and Jackalin's body stilled. It was time.
--
Phantom brushed some dust off of Illinois' black tunic, making sure with a practiced eye that the rings were safe and shining on the velvet cushion. "You're ready? You're familiar with your vows? I'll be tying the handfasting. Make sure you don't faint at the sight of them." He winked. "Vows, wine, knot, rings. Remember." He drilled it into Illinois at every chance he'd had today to prepare. He couldn't wait to see Des, and he was equally certain that Illy couldn't wait to see Jackalin.
Des nodded with enthusiasm. She was excited to see her friend on their special day. "You look wonderful friend!" She whispered to them. "Go out there and get your man!"
Illinois was nervous to say the absolute lease. He tried to make sure he was properly prepared and rehearsed. He had everything written down just in case. "I want this to be perfect. For them."
They nodded, grinning under the veil. They led the way for the line of brxde and bridesmaids to file down the aisle to meet Illy at the altar, where four candles burned and a goblet of wine waited, as well as a white scarf. The high priestess of Jackalin's coven, Lachue, waited with open arms. "Let the two to be joined approach." She smiled, looking to where Jackalin was coming from, and from where the groom was expected to come from.
Phantom started as the harp began to play. "Get out there and get them, man." He opened the door and then led the other men out after him.
Jackalin saw him and bit back a squeal of excitement. Their heart was beating in their ears.
Des smiled over at Phantom. Thinking he looked as handsome as ever. But she tried her best to focus on the ceremony.
Illinois smiled widely. Most of his nerves melting away at the sight of his brxde. Soon to be partner in life. He walked out with as much pride and confidence as he could muster.
Phantom took Illinois by the wrists, as prompted by the priestess, and transferred them to her right hand, and he looked to Des, knowing she was supposed to do the same with Jackalin. Once she did, the priestess spoke as a gentle but steady drum like a heartbeat joined the harp. a third band member gently shook sleigh bells. “Welcome all this May Day of Beltane, the fertility festival of the green man’s spring. Today we celebrate the gods’ love for us, as we also celebrate these young witches’ love for each other. Illinois, please push back the veil and look upon the one you are to bind with this day.”
Illinois pushed back the veil. Smiling at Jackalin. Thinking about how he must be the luckiest man alive to marry such a wonderful person.
They hadn’t wanted much makeup, like their other maids had suggested, they only wore some egyptian inspired eyeliner and gold eyeshadow. they hadn’t even gone with their usual matte black lipstick, either. They wanted to be as natural as possible. (The egyptian eyeliner was mainly just because,) But even with that, they were radiant, glowing with pride and love and spirituality all at the same time. They had insisted on a pagan wedding. They held fast to their faith as a rule. And when they learned that their coven’s Priestess was ordained, well, that cinched it.
The Priestess guided both their hands to the goblet of wine. “Both of you, recite vows and receive the blessing of the goddess and god.”
“Illinois, my love. I promise to keep you, to honor you, and to love you, no matter what may come. You are the sun to my moon, the stag to my doe, and you shall be my husband, until death forces us apart. And then I shall meet you in the Summerland to be together again.” They delicately pulled the goblet towards themself and took a sip of the wine, and when Illinois said his vows he was to do the same. Then the handfasting.
"Jackalin." He started. "Through out my life I have been on many adventures. To many places. And I've found many treasures. From the shinyest pearls, to the sparkilest diamond. But those do not compare to you and our time together."
He took a deep breath to compose himself. "Our time together has been my favorite adventure. One that I want to continue for as long as we live, and into our after life. For you are my greatest treasure." With that, he took a sip.
“By the God and Goddess, above, without, and within, join ye hands as the Best Man ties the Handfasting.” The Priestess made way for Phantom, who, as Jackalin placed their hands in Illy’s, took the white scarf from the altar with a reverent nod, and wrapped it around their hands, wrists and forearms. He tied the sacred knot and the Priestess stepped back into view. “I pronounce ye groom and... ha, I pronounce ye married!” She laughed. “Ye may kiss your partner and seal your marriage writ.” She gently slipped the still tied scarf, knot still in tact, from their hands and stepped back as Jackalin practically-- no, literally-- leapt into Illinois’ arms and peppered his lips with eager kisses. The congregation, both families, and the rest of the coven cheered one huge:
“SO MOTE IT BE!”
Illinois stumbled a bit, but managed to keep them in his arms. Chuckling between each kiss. He rested his forehead on top of theirs. "We did it pigeon!"
Des clapped for the couple.
Phantom went to Des’ side and applauded them with her, after surrendering the rings to the priestess.
“Yes we did, My Adventure. Now get that ring on me before we both wake up!” Happy tears was somehow not ruining their eyeliner. They must have used the good, no smudge no smear kind.
Des offered Phantom her hand to hold. They've been busy most of the day with the wedding. So they haven't had much time together today.
Illinois puts on their ring. "A perfect ring for my perfect partner."
He took it and kissed her on the top of the head. “Does Jackalin know about your speech at the reception..? You are the maid of honor...” He muttered while he was beside her ear. He knew her issues with anxiety and didn’t want the pressure of a perfect day for Jack get to her and freeze her up.
“Stop talking to the mirror.” They complimented him by way of teasing. They took the other ring and slid it onto his finger, kissing him one more time before turning to the crowd and throwing their flower crown into the air. “So mote it be!” They called to the sky.
Des nodded. "I'll be okay love..." She took a deep breath in. "I've got this...you'll be by my side, right?..."
He kept smiling at them. Thinking about how lucky he is.
Phantom nodded. "Of course, baby doll." He smiled, and as the priestess said some closing words, he wrapped his arm around her waist. "To the reception!" He had to keep the itinerary, after all.
People raised from their seats and headed to the attached ballroom at Hillote, a grand polished teak floor, French doors to the bayou, and hedge gardens. "Let's have some fun before the lovebirds leave for that honeymoon, aye?" The priestess called to rile the guests. A band started up, wild pagan drums with a pennywhistle and lute. A vocalist began chanting in an aggressive sounding tribal language, and Jackalin dragged Illy to the floor, stomping their feet in time and bending their body while gesturing like they were under the seductive effect of a snake charmer, urging him to dance with them.
Des rest her head on his shoulder. Walking with him. "Hey Phan?" She looked at him.
He smiled and danced with them. "I have to say darling, that went better than expected." He chuckled. "Not that I thought it would go bad! I just wanted it to be perfect for you."
"Mhm?" He looked down at her, carefully trying to gauge by her voice if something was wrong or not.
Jackalin let the beat dictate their movements, holding onto Illinois' hands and grinning like a giddy idiot. "Oh, of course! It is perfect, Illy, it's everything I wanted. Thank you." They jumped at him again and allowed the momentum to twirl them. More people joined them on the floor now that they were well into the couples first dance.
She smiled cheekily. "I love you!" Before he could reply, she pulled him out onto the dance floor.
Illinois spun them around with glee before putting them back down. He cupped their face in between his hands. "You are just the cutest..."
He chuckled and tried to make the beat fit some kind of (ANY kind of) ballroom step he knew. But that was the problem. This music wasn’t a step kind of music, it was just meant to be moved to. He ended up acting a bit awkward on the floor.
“No you are. I’m going to shove cake so far up your nose you’ll smell buttercream for years.” They teased, laughing and ducking in for a quick kiss before dancing sensually and tantalizingly away, winking at him and swaying like a charmed snake with hands like a gypsy dancing.
She chuckled. "Do you wanna stop love? It's okay if you do.."
He laughed. "Then I'll make sure I'll get on in your hair. You'll have frosting flakes on your sculpt for weeks!" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I...found that out the hard way..."
“No, no, I’ll get it right.” He observed some other dancers, and as he did, and listened to the drums, his body loosened and he became to move more naturally, like he was getting the hang of it. His torso ducked and wiggled, and his hips started to sway independent of his shoulders. He pulled her closer with a smirk and began to move with her.
They snorted. “Selson blue shampoo, darling, you have the power.” They tousled his perfectly coiffed hair so that it was a mess under his leaf crown.
She smiled and held onto him tightly. "There ya go love!!!"
Illinois chuckled. "Careful! I actually combed it today." He joked.
“I’m getting it.” He laughed. “Do you trust me?” He bent close over her, and placed his hand on her lower back, a playful smirk on his face.
“You can comb it again. Get Au Naturale with it, love, feel the wild god’s pulse and get wild back~” Their voice got that kind of sensual growl in it that they knew turned him on.
She smirked back. "You know I trust you with my life darling." She put her hands on the back of his head. Running her fingers through his hair.
He growled quietly, but deeply. "I know what you're doing darling...Too impatient to wait for the honeymoon?"
“Keep your hands right there and keep your feet firm.” He stepped even closer, clasping one of her hands with one of his and the hand behind her back held her fast as he dipped her deeply, almost sweeping her hair against the floor before circling her back upright and falling into a loose calypso grinding type dance.
“As much as i would love to, Tiger, I think people would notice if we went somewhere for that long. Save it for the garter.” They pressed themself to his chest and whispered in one of his ears while caressing the other cheek with their hand: “Take it off with your teeth, My Adventure....”
She blushed deeply and held on tightly to him. "My my. You are quiet the dancer Monsieur." She smirked.
He blushed deepily. His mind blanking out for a moment. He forgot how to be cool and sauave. Jackalin was the only person who could do that.
“Why thank you, Madame~” He purred.
They danced away while he was still dazed, giggling.
The dancing lasted for a while, and then was the dinner. Everyone enjoyed a veritable feast. There was a semi-open menu, three choices that guests could choose between (Jackalin and Des had been sure to work together as to include options for pickier folk, and folk with allergies and diet needs. Then, came the toasts. The Priestess did one, The families of, then was the time for the best man and maid of honor’s toasts.
Des stood up. Looming over at Phantom for resurgence before starting. "Jackalin. I remember when you first introduced me to Illinois. And my first thought was "and you call Phantom a cocky bastard?""
Illinois laughed at that. Des continued. "But as we got to know each other, I knew he was the right one for you. And I hope you two have a life full of love and happiness! And if you don't, I'll steal his kneecaps."
“Ah yes, not just bust them, as the song says, but STEAL them.” They affirmed humorously. Everyone toasted, sipping the wine that they had chosen themself.
When Des finished her speech, Phantom pat her hand as a silent ‘job well done’ pat. Then, He stood. “Illinois always liked treasures. Always lived for adventure wherever he could find it. Well after our first double date with Jackalin I knew why he’d fallen so hard and so fast for them. They are a treasure, a force of nature that embraces everything others say is odd, even weird. They are unique in every way. As a collector myself, i can see the value there. When they retire, they are going to a museum, not a home. When Illinois came to me and asked my advice on how to propose? I was stumped. Des knew Jackalin best, then, and i admit, i cheated on that exam, professor. I asked Des what she thought. When we came upon th brochure for the riverboat cruise, we knew. Adventure abounds. And the adventure will continue, and like Des so eloquently put, as a relatively newer, but ever staunch friend of Jackalins, you break their heart..... you die.” Phantom had literal flames in his eyes, but tamed them as the crowd laughed and applauded, making the toast once more.
Des smiled and gave his hand a pat in return after he was done. Her eyes showing nothing but love and adoration for him.
Illinois chuckled and toasted. Leaning over to Jackalin. "You know I'd never break your heart, right love?"
Phantom pecked her on the lips and leaned over to Illinois. “Is that because you know all three of us have you by the rocks, or...?” He let the statement settle a moment before going on: “Kidding. We all know you love them more than any golden cursed monkey.”
“Of course, dear.” They laugh and pat his hands, nudging his chest with their head. “Cake time?”
Illinois playfully glared at him before laughing. "Cake time!" He agreed and got up. Leading themselves over to the cake.
“Oh here it comes. Expect to be in the icing splash zone, dear.” Phantom joked to Des.
Jackalin took the knife and cut a little piece carefully, delicately... Then picked it up and smashed it into Illinois face, smearing it over everything they could reach.
Des chuckled and grabbed onto Phantom before putting him in front of herself. "You'll be my shield!"
Illinois laughed as best he could with cake on his face. He used his hand to wipe some of it off before smearing it onto their face.
He grabbed her back, "Not if I use you as a shield first!" He teased, gently tickling her.
"Ah! Illy!" They shrieked in delight, smacking him gently.
She laughed "Nooo!" She tried to escape from his grasp.
"All is fair in love and war!" He said as he rubbed frosting into the tips of their hair.
Phantom, eventually having to control the event, and save some cake, watched the couple and eventually had to stop messing with his own wife. "We should stop them before the entire cake ends up on them and the floor..." He kissed Des and moved to stop the escalating cake fight.
When Phantom came over, Jack just had to get one last hit in. The last blow of cake was flung right at Illy's face and may or may not have accidentally hit his eye. "Oh! I'm sorry, honey!!" They said, even though they were laughing. They went to him and tried to help him wipe some icing away.
Illinois laughed. "It's alright. I surrender to you, my love!" He put his hands up. "We have to save some cake for the rest of the guest."
"Oi!" Lunarbelle ran up to angel. "You have a bowtie like me!"
"Why yes, lil' Ewe, I do!" He reached out with his right upper hand and fluffed the sheep demon's hair. His lower two hands fiddled with his pink bowtie and he winked at her.
She chuckled. "Now I can be both the most dapper, the most powerful, and the most evilest demon off them all!!!"
She was none of those things.
“Sure, sweetheart, sure.” he laughed. “Hey do you happen to have, say,” he counted on his fingers, “Forty bucks? I need a line o’ coke.” He jerked his thumb towards a drug vending machine. He carried a charming smile. “I’ll do any-thing ya want in retuuurn~~?” He grinned.
"I think so! Lemme check!" She put her hand in her pocket and then pulled it out. "Sorry Angel. All I have is a 60 dollars, a pack of gum, and a cool rock I found of the ground."
“Ya do realize that sixty dollars is more than forty, right sweetheart? I can get my line with that. You ever done coke? Someone as EVIL as you surely has done a few hard drugs in their life!” He teased, knowing she wouldn’t go for it.
"Ohhoho, I've done coke before! In fact, I carry some with me at all times." She pulls out a can of coca cola mini from her other pocket. "And math is for nerds!"
"Oi!" Lunarbelle ran up to angel. "You have a bowtie like me!"
"Why yes, lil' Ewe, I do!" He reached out with his right upper hand and fluffed the sheep demon's hair. His lower two hands fiddled with his pink bowtie and he winked at her.
She chuckled. "Now I can be both the most dapper, the most powerful, and the most evilest demon off them all!!!"
She was none of those things.
“Sure, sweetheart, sure.” he laughed. “Hey do you happen to have, say,” he counted on his fingers, “Forty bucks? I need a line o’ coke.” He jerked his thumb towards a drug vending machine. He carried a charming smile. “I’ll do any-thing ya want in retuuurn~~?” He grinned.
"I think so! Lemme check!" She put her hand in her pocket and then pulled it out. "Sorry Angel. All I have is a 60 dollars, a pack of gum, and a cool rock I found of the ground."
"Oi!" Lunarbelle ran up to angel. "You have a bowtie like me!"
"Why yes, lil' Ewe, I do!" He reached out with his right upper hand and fluffed the sheep demon's hair. His lower two hands fiddled with his pink bowtie and he winked at her.
She chuckled. "Now I can be both the most dapper, the most powerful, and the most evilest demon off them all!!!"
She was none of those things.
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
“Yer a handsome lass, if ye don’t mind me saying. Real pretty. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. What is yer name, gorgeous?” he focused on her, trying to make sure that she was comfortable and felt “heard”.
"Deserae. Call me Des though! And I already know who you are your Highness." She said. She blushed at the complement.
“Course ye do.” he winked. “But i would love to know about you, Des. What makes ye tick...” He leaned closer as if sharing a scandalous secret.
"Makes me tick?" She asked. "I mean...I kind of enjoy sewing. That's part of the reason why im a tailor. But I don't get to go out much." Shr shrugged. "I love the ocean though. When I was a child, my family's house was right by it!"
“Ye ever think about sailing?” He asked, excited. Something in common! The barmaid brought their meals right then, and he was distracted by a half chicken and potatoes.
She nodded before taking a bite of chicken. A bite so small that it barely made a dent in it.
"I'd love to, but...My boss would never allow me." She sighed. "Not after what happened..."
“Oh? Care to elaborate?” He asked, curiosity consuming him already. He wanted her to feel like she could talk to him safely and comfortably.
"Well you see your highness, my parents were sailors. But one day they went out to sea and...never came back." She sighed. "My uncle blamed be for it."
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
“Yer a handsome lass, if ye don’t mind me saying. Real pretty. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. What is yer name, gorgeous?” he focused on her, trying to make sure that she was comfortable and felt “heard”.
"Deserae. Call me Des though! And I already know who you are your Highness." She said. She blushed at the complement.
“Course ye do.” he winked. “But i would love to know about you, Des. What makes ye tick...” He leaned closer as if sharing a scandalous secret.
"Makes me tick?" She asked. "I mean...I kind of enjoy sewing. That's part of the reason why im a tailor. But I don't get to go out much." Shr shrugged. "I love the ocean though. When I was a child, my family's house was right by it!"
“Ye ever think about sailing?” He asked, excited. Something in common! The barmaid brought their meals right then, and he was distracted by a half chicken and potatoes.
She nodded before taking a bite of chicken. A bite so small that it barely made a dent in it.
"I'd love to, but...My boss would never allow me." She sighed. "Not after what happened..."
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
“Yer a handsome lass, if ye don’t mind me saying. Real pretty. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. What is yer name, gorgeous?” he focused on her, trying to make sure that she was comfortable and felt “heard”.
"Deserae. Call me Des though! And I already know who you are your Highness." She said. She blushed at the complement.
“Course ye do.” he winked. “But i would love to know about you, Des. What makes ye tick...” He leaned closer as if sharing a scandalous secret.
"Makes me tick?" She asked. "I mean...I kind of enjoy sewing. That's part of the reason why im a tailor. But I don't get to go out much." Shr shrugged. "I love the ocean though. When I was a child, my family's house was right by it!"
Can I please pet your pet pig
"O' course, sugar," He holds up Fat Nuggets. "Watch the spikes!"
*pat pat* good nugs!
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
“Yer a handsome lass, if ye don’t mind me saying. Real pretty. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. What is yer name, gorgeous?” he focused on her, trying to make sure that she was comfortable and felt “heard”.
"Deserae. Call me Des though! And I already know who you are your Highness." She said. She blushed at the complement.
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
“Yer a handsome lass, if ye don’t mind me saying. Real pretty. And I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. What is yer name, gorgeous?” he focused on her, trying to make sure that she was comfortable and felt “heard”.
"Deserae. Call me Des though! And I already know who you are your Highness." She said. She blushed at the complement.
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
“Don’t be, little angelfish. T’wasn’t yer fault.” He said. He waved to a barmaid. “Two meals, whatever’s good.” He said, leading her gently to a table in the corner. He sat and put his boots on the table.
She blushed at the nickname and sat at the table. "...Why are you being so nice to me?" She had. "You don't know me...or my name so...why, your highness?"
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Yer alright lass.” He whipped out his flintlock pistol and shot it at the ceiling. “OY! SETTLE, OR THE NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHIN’ OUR WAY GET’S A BALL IN THE SKULL.” He yelled over the din. They calmed quickly, recognizing the King.
With that she made a mental note to never get on this mans bad side. She quickly let go of his arm. "S-Sorry..."
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"
“What debt? To whom? I could get that taken care of, if ye’ll allow me..?” He offered. He walked her to a place called The Drunken Whale. he pushed his way inside, and ducked, pulling Des down right as a whiskey bottle smashed against the door behind them. A bar brawl had apparently broken out, as a large fellow with an eyepatch veritably threw a smaller man over the bar. Phantom was entirely unfazed.
Before Des could answer, she flinched at the bottle smashing. Clinging closer to Phantom. Wrapping her arms around one of his. And hiding her face in his shoulder.
As soon as Des heard the music start playing, she left her sewing work behind and rushed outside. There was a parade, and one the float, the new king. Her eyes widened with awe.
The port town of the Cove o’ Teeth was alive with celebrations as the brand new King of east seas, Captain Phantom was being carried on a palanquin with his sabre sword in his hand as the crowd sang sea chanteys at the top of their lungs. His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on Des. His eyebrow raised. “Oy! Put me down, lads, I see something I like....”
They obeyed, the crowd quieting. He strode over to where Des stood, plucking a sweet cheese bun from a booth of festival food, handing it to her while leaning in close.
“Yer thin as a rope, lass. courtesy o’ me.” he winked.
She smiled and took it from his hand. It's true that he hadn't eaten much in a while. Being a tailors apprentice didn't pay well.
"Y-You're too kind sir...how shall I ever pay you back?" She said before taking a small bite of the bun. Wanting to make it last.
“How about some company?” He sheathed his sabre and held out his hand “Everyone, I love ye, i do, but clear off. Parade’s over.” He called over his shoulder. Confused, and a bit put off, the crowd dispersed.
"You didn't have to do that sir! I don't wanna ruin your big day." She said, still taking his hand. With a bit of hesitation.
“Ah, yer not ruining it. Yer making it.” He grinned with perfect teeth. He pulled her along, headed through the alley to the port’s marketplace, where rich colors and loud voices and divine smells permeated the air.
She looked around in awe. She hadn't come here much, but it was amazing!
She knew deep down that her boss was not going to be happy about her abandoning her work. But she's with a handsome king who's so far treated her with nothing but kindness.
"Where are we going your highness?" She asked.
“A lovely pub, where i’ve some pull with the owner. Enjoy yer bun, but leave room. We’re going to get some meat on yer bones. Ye deserve a full, good, hot meal. Have ye a job?”
Her mouth started watering at just the thought of such a meal. But she managed to come back to reality and nod.
"I'm just a tailors apprentice. It doesn't pay a lot. Not to mention I have to use what little I do make to pay off a debt...but, thank you your highness!"