Villainy

Sid Vause, 48, Gunner on the Black Trident.

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isoldedavies‌:

And there it was again. Sweetheart. Malle managed to control her features, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the diminutive. She was an awarded scholar, an Oxford-educated professor, a strategist and an activist in her own right. Even without her royal title, there were plenty of ways to address her that didn’t share the name with a chalky candy.

She thought, perhaps, this logic would not interest him.

The thought that she wasn’t wanted didn’t seem to surprise her in the least, and she hardly reacted save for a small twitch of her mouth, uncomfortable. “You have an odd brand of loyalty,” Malle remarked, making herself a little smaller. “Have you been a pirate your whole life, then?”

SId nodded “Sorta-...spent the first part of my life in an orphanage in Brooklyn and the middle part runnin’ round the streets gettin’ away from cops. Been a pirate now for 20 odd years.” He smiled at her, a genuine smile. “-ain’t never regretted it once.” Sid took another sip of coffee then, eyeing her carefully. “You think so?” Sid asked with a smirk “Then go ahead Princess, what defines loyalty in your book hmm?...Im all ears.” Sid leaned back against the counter. He did not appear cross or annoyed, more amused at the way she spoke. Like she knew him. Like she knew how he thought and felt and how he rationed the loyalty she wasn’t speaking so highly of. “Who do you got to be loyal to Sweet heart?...and don’t say you’re family. I wanna keep this coffee in my stomach this mornin’, thank you.”

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claire-darby‌:

Three days earlier, Claire never would have believed that she’d be in Sid’s villa, shirt on the floor, waiting for him to fuck her. In fact, she would have found the entire idea absurd. But there was too much going on in her life and she needed a release of some kind. And although she’d never put it into words where he, or anyone else for that matter, could hear it, what she needed seemed to be him. There was no pressure, no risk of getting attached. Just sex.

The smallest of smiles played on her lips at his words. “If you ask nicely enough maybe I will.” The woman let out a hiss when he bit her, the slight feeling of pain sending a sensation of excitement coursing through her body.  “Or, at the very least, I promise to leave nasty red scratches on your back as payback.” she commented, knowing few would believe that she had been the one to cause them. 

“Until I scream.” she replied, allowing him to push her against the wall. She ran a hand through his dark hair, tangling it in his locks as if needing something to hold onto. Her body shuddered at the feeling of his finger on her clit, her hips instinctively rolling into his hand in hopes of finding more pressure. She wouldn’t beg, she certainly wouldn’t beg, but damnit she needed more. She needed him inside of her. Claire’s eyes were filled with lust, her vision bordering on hazy as she looked at him, the feeling of his hard cock on her thigh sending her sense into overload. “Against this wall. Now.” she demanded, her free hand moving between their bodies until it came to rest on the bulge of his jeans. The woman palmed him lightly, all while still trying to get more from his fingers. 

There was something almost scary about seeing Claire naked and slotted against him. It was made even more surreal when Sid actually stopped to think about how intense they were together, like a whirlpool below the sea and a tornado above it. Claire was a force of nature, just like he was. So now that they had collided, the outcome would be earth shattering.  Yet Sid was that much of a bastard, that all he could think of was getting Claire below him and naked and moaning his name. THough he wanted her against the wall first, pressed back into the cool stone of the villa as he fucked her to orgasm and she trembled so badly he had to keep her upright. Just so he could haze her about it the next day. The thought made him grin. “Yeah Claire, fuck me up. Mark me up good.  I want something to show for my fuckin’ effort here.” He nipped her throat again before rising, lips lingering above hers. “-god fuckin’ knows it was a long time coming.” Sid kissed her again, hard and quick as his fingers worked her clit. He dipped his hand further into her panties, testing the stretch of her sex with a finger. A welcome warmth awaited him, and Sid groaned right against her mouth. He with drew his hand, only to yank the underwear she wore down far enough  to expose her sex. “With fuckin’ pleasure.” he replied hoarsely, shoving his jeans down and then cupping her thighs and lifting her into the air against the wall. He hooked both of her legs around his waist and without warning her, he pressed the blunt head of his cock to the juncture between her thighs. Sid did not give her time to register it, nor did he wait and slick himself up against her sex. Sid shoved into her, burying himself inside of Claire until their hips were flush against each other. He paused, only to curse loudly before withdrawing and pushing in again. Sid fucked her into the wall, his rhythm hard and steady, his shear size and strength keeping her upright easily.

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hemiliaadley‌:

Emilia clicked her tongue after his comment, her eyes gliding over his body before they rested once again on his face. “Well, most things are handed to us. I certainly couldn’t say that my hands are anything but soft.” she chuckled, holding up and small, dainty hand. “Yours i’d guess are quite the opposite.” she commented, gaze drifting down to where his hands were. “Large and calloused, correct?” she asked, returning her gaze to his face, the smirk on her lips growing. It briefly occurred to her that she could be playing with fire. He was, after all, a pirate. But still, there was a part of her that wondered what his hands would feel like against her skin. “I will say though that I earned my LLB on my own. Didn’t use my title or my body for it.” she laughed lightly.

Mia allowed her head to fall back gently against the wall, her eyes flickering closed as she enjoyed the heat against her skin. She let out a sigh as she uncrossed her legs, content to just sit for awhile. “Thank you, i’m quite fond of it. I can’t say that i’ve ever met someone named Sid before.”

Sid smirked at her. “I’m gonna call bullshit on that Princess. You’re a royal. Prove me wrong, but i suppose you don’t do much other than the bare minimum when you was at home.” Sid arched an eyebrow at her “-work many 12 hour shifts at a diner or anything?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from each word like bleach. Sid took her hand none the less, reaching over he palmed it and inspected the small fingers carefully. True to her word, his hands were rough and edged in callous’, but he regarded her gently, turning her hand over in his and stroking the soft skin.  Sid smirked at her, eyes black as a bruise raked her tiny frame, landing upon her blonde head after a moment. “Shame.” he said, not yet letting go of her hand. “You could’a got what you wanted with a body like that-” he nodded a her. “-Cute blonde and all that.”  “-like vicious.” he replied with a snorting laugh, scooting closer and settling back against the wood, close to her. “-my maw’ had a sense of humour i guess. I can’t play no instrument to save my life, so i’m just like him.”

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emily-windsor‌:

If she thought about it, which she would never allow herself to do, Emily would’ve noticed the sense of calm, the sense of contentment she had whenever she was around Sid. They’d had an interesting start, to the point where Emily’s desperation to be liked had overtaken her and when, for whatever unknown reason the other pirate had avoided her, she’d only upped her efforts to get him to acknowledge her. Now here they were. She wanted him, she wanted every part of him although she didn’t know it yet. As her head moved up and down, she just wanted to please him, to allow him to know that she had him, just as he had her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to make him happy, even if her mind, she just wanted to make him feel good. She relaxed slightly as he came, his cry of her name like music to her ears, her head staying in place, bobbing slowly, gently as he finished. As his eyes snapped open, their eyes locked and Emily didn’t drop his case as she swallowed and pulled him from her mouth. She knelt there for a moment, unable to stop the quirk of her lips as she took in the look on his face. She went to speak until she noticed he was leaning down, her feet already moving so he could pull her up, their lips crashing together. There was a heat between them, their passion in that moment undeniable. She wrapped one arm around his neck, her body arching towards his, craving the contact of his bare skin. As his hands moved over her body, all she wanted was complete contact and her hands moved quickly to remove her bra, tossing it onto the floor before her hand moved back to the back of his neck, her lips moving from his to trail down to his jaw.  Reaching for one of his hands, she opened her eyes to glance up at him, her teeth playfully nipping his chin as she placed his hand between her legs, brushing it over her panties. “This is what you do to me..”

Sid only reared back to tear his own shirt of. Underneath, on taunt bronzed skin hard with muscle, spots of purple bloomed liked roses. He was bruised from head to toe, there were a few yellow ones, older injuries from the warehouse. Most were the stark black purple of new wounds. The contrast was staggering, and pared with the crude, swollen shut eye, he looked like a monster.  Yet, below him, she arched like an angel, perfect and golden and everything he wanted. He wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything in the world. Sid stayed where he was, risen above her like a viper, harsh breaths causing his stomach and chest to heave and throw shadows across her pale skin. His hand drifted toward her core again, touching her softly through the thin fabric of her panties. He growled softly, the inviting warmth was all for him and it drove Sid wide. With his free hand he palmed his cock, rock hard and still exposed through the gap in his jeans. The fingers he had on her sex stroked her softly through the materiel. “You look fuckin’ perfect right now...” he said softly. His eyes, despite the hard edges of the rest of him, her soft and full of reverence for her. He pumped his cock once and groaned her name “I want to fuck you Emily. Let me fuck you....Let me make you cum sweetheart.” He then slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties and the skin to skin contact had him hissing her name and closing his eyes. He cursed, long and low as his fingers stroked over her clit. He did that once more before something in him snapped. He removed his hand and in one swift, startling motion, Sid ripped the thin materiel of her panties right of her body and tossed them in a ruined heap on the floor.  His eyes then grew dark, lust claiming them in a starling, sparkling blackness that made him look half posessed. He jerked his cock again for her to see.

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emily-windsor‌:

She wasn’t entirely sure what she had walked in on, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it wasn’t good. Since meeting Sid, she thought she had seen many different sides to him. She had seen him irritated before, but this was anger, no, fury and it took her back to a place that she had managed to escape for over a year. The smash of the glass as the vase hit the floor made her flinch, she could almost feel the cuts from picking up the pieces as she looked at them. How she managed to project such strength into her voice, she would never know. There was something missing from him as he stalked over to her and although she knew he would never hurt her, she couldn’t help but take a step back. Her fight or flight settings had been stuck on flight for so long, she couldn’t help but move back, just slightly.  He changed again as he finally saw her, her eyes wide with confusion and as much as she hated it, fear. Although it was fear of the unknown, of what was going on, of what had made him so angry, not of him. SId, she trusted. “Hi..” Not knowing what else to say, she just watched him, her confusion turning to worry as soon as he sagged, seemingly unable to support himself any longer. She moved as if on autopilot and she was soon at his side, her hands on his arm. “What’s going on?” It didn’t matter that the shattered glass was giving her flashbacks, that the last time she had seen such anger, was the day she had gotten the small scar on the side of her cheek. He mattered. Just him. She needed him to look at her, she didn’t know how, but she knew that she had to calm him down. Climbing onto the couch, she knelt at the end, her hands moving to his face, her fingertips gently stroking over his cheeks. “I don’t care about the vase, I’m worried about you. Stop apologising. Look at me.” She stroked his cheek again. “Baby, look at me. Tell me what’s going on..”

Sid was horrified, and because he was with his Emily, he did little to hide that. “Shit-...” he breathed, his eyes wide and strained on her. “Em...Shit....Fuck, Em.” When she recoiled away from him, Sid felt like he had a bucked of ice water tipped over his head. That, and someone had sucker punched him in the gut. He almost doubled over.  Shit...her eyes were so blue, so wide and so terrified of him. “Emily...” he said her name gently, with all the reverence he could muster. “I’M sorry love...Shit..., i’m real sorry about this...” he gestured vaguely to the room. “I didn’t mean.....i’m gonna pay for it, i promise. I’ll get you a new table Sweetheart.”  Sid ducked his head, finding that he couldn’t quite meet her gaze. It was like the underside of an iceberg, impossibly blue and deep as a pit. He could get lost. He didn’t want to, not right then. He didn’t fucking deserve to look at her, after the shit he pulled.  So when he felt her hands on his face, soft as early morning sun light, Sid luched away from her in surprise. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyeing her warily, as if she had meant to strike him. He deserved it. Yet, as per usual, there was only kindness in her eyes. It radiated from every pour in her tiny being.  -and didn’t he just fucking adore her for it.  Sid moaned softly, a wretched sound, before kneeling by the couch and dropping his face into her hands again. He closed his eyes, broad shoulders caving in defeat. He was an asshole, and the thought of it was soul shattering sometimes.  “Fuck Em...” he breathed again, the fight leaving him in an instant. “Please don’t make me tell you...fuck....I’m Sorry Sweetheart. You fuckin’ don’t deserve this bullshit. You don’t deserve my fuckin’ bullshit baggage. “

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isoldedavies‌:

“It’s not my first night.”

She’d been there for three months, which felt extraordinarily long for how little she’d accomplished. Her hair was growing out, well past its conservative cut dusting her shoulders, and she’d lost nearly all trace of her fringe. Her skin seemed to glow from the sunshine, and the freckles dusting the high points of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose were a near-permanent feature, by then.

Malle didn’t turn around until the kettle whistled, until she meticulously poured just enough into the mug for it to kiss the inner swell of the rim. The bag bobbed merrily as the first furl of bergamot-scented steam reached her nose. Bliss.

She turned then, curious. “Why am I here? You could’ve sent me to Tulach House. You could’ve left me in that villa, you know. No one would have noticed.” She shook her head. “I’m not ungrateful, Sid. But I don’t understand it.”

Sid smirked at her, lowering his cup before he could even take a sip. “I meant you’re first night here, sweetheart.” Sid cast her an almost exacerbated look before smiling and finally, taking a drink of coffee.  He watched a sort of easy happiness spread across her face once she had her tea. He found it curious, that she could find joy in something so trivial. He supposed it was like relationship with booze, or with the bench press.  Sid shrugged at her question, turning around in the kitchen to grab himself a refil. “My Captain gave me an order and i did as i was told.” He cast her a wry smirk “-i’m good like that.” He poured and spoke at the same time, but his concentration was focused on the mug. “Didn’t want you here, frankly, i like my space and i like livin’ by myself. My last Royal was a fuckin’ disaster so i stayed clear of the programme ‘till i got the text.” He poured milk into the mug next and finally, those dark eyes landed on her. “Sorry, but you’re stuck here Sweetheart. I ain’t never went back on a promise to a captain. Ain’t gonna start for you.”

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a motherfucker could use an embrace 

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roselyn-harjo‌:

Roselyn stared back at the man she once called her husband, his glare, his rage, not bothering her. Back in the day, that was something that drew her to him. It was his wilderness, his passion, his emotions. All of it pulled her into him, and she was lost the very first moment those eyes of his laid upon her. The very first moment they had their own argument- and yet, back then, there was a spark in those dark eyes. Now, there seemed to be only hatred.  “And you, you pathetic fucker, think you can just tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing? What the fuck I’m supposed to be doing with my life? Get your head out of your ass. You never could tell me what to do, and you certainly have no word in that matter now.” She responded, her rage right there, ready to match his. It was nothing, however, up until he pointed his finger right into her face. Sure, his words hurt, but it was nothing either of them haven’t told to the other before.  Roselyn reacted quickly, taking his hand and twisting it painfully so his back would be at her instead. She was still controlling herself, the pain was little to nothing in comparison. “Don’t you ever point your fucking finger at me ever again, Vause, or I will break all of them off.” She threatened, holding him in a lock; just the way he had taught her so many years ago. Roselyn leaned closer, her lips so close to his ear; yet it wasn’t sweet words she whispered.“And don’t you ever think you can control what I do. Ever. How pathetic are you, if you’re still holding all this fucking anger ten years later?” She asked, twisting his arm further. “Or you swear to god what?”

Sid, who had been standing in front of her, was suddenly facing away with his arm twisted at an angle where it could break if she pushed any further. He grunted, bending slightly at the waist to relieve some of the pressure. “Fuck you Roselyn.” he bit back. Sid winced but gave back just as he got. “You have the fuckin’ nerved to tell me im pathetic. Fuck you” he spat back, trying his best not to struggle and make it worse, but he was furious. “You fuckin’ left me Roselyn, you fuckin’ left and you lied to me and you fuckin’ left.” Sid eventually shoved back, causing her to stumble slightly and loosen her grip, when she did, he twisted on the spot and tore his arm free, but not without causing his shoulder to twinge painfully. He cursed, cupping his wrist and rubbing it slowly. He took a step back, should she launch herself at him again. “You god damn bitch Roselyn. “He snapped at her. “Don’t fuckin’ worry. You and i are gonna stay the fuck away from each other, i have a good fuckin’ life here Roselyn and i’m not gonna let you fuck it up for me, like you fucked up the last one.” Sid was snarling at her now, fury as black and stagnant as his stare. “-and i’ll fuckin’ keep holdin’ onto it Roselyn. You fucked someone behind my fuckin’ back and we were married” His rage was escalating again and he took a step forward. “So fuck you. I’ll stay angry for as long as i fuckin’ well want to.”

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isoldedavies‌:

“I have methods.” She wasn’t in the mood to argue with him; he was quite callous, and she’d spent half the night wondering if she would be better off in Tulach House. She hadn’t found it all that unpalatable when she’d first arrived, and at least she could be in her own space and not someone else’s.

Still, she thought, standing barefoot in the kitchen, her hair only lightly brushed, her eyes still glossy with sleep.  Villas did have their benefits. At least she didn’t have to walk to the Canteen.

His attire didn’t bother her, mostly because she refused to acknowledge it. The other half of her night had been spent breaking back into Will’s villa, rummaging around his things for anything she might need or want if Sid’s words were true and it was about to be turned over for the next pirate. She didn’t want to lose her clothes, or her shoes, or the tea. And without Kane to help her obtain new ones, Malle felt rather territorial over the few belongings she did have. 

Fuck, was she tired.

She stepped closer, setting her mug on the counter and leaning around him for the kettle. Empty, of course. Her bare arm brushed the side of his ribcage, and it took all of her willpower not to step away and instantly apologize. Instead, she turned without acknowledging him and filled it up.

Seeing that asking him to do, well – anything – was a worthless pursuit, she changed tactics. “Did you sleep well?”

Sid still didn’t move, but his lips at quirked up in a small small. He glanced down, watching her move around him like a mouse. She was small and quick, careful not to touch him until she did.  Sid chuckled softly and it was then that he took a step away, freeing up the space once she had finished. He went back to sipping at his coffee, eyeing the small royal over the lip of the cup. Propping himself up against the far counter top, Sid remained quiet, but there was an obvious hint of amusement on his face. “Always do.” It was a lie, but no one would have been able to tell. MOst of the time he slept, and if he could not, he just got up and used the stepper in his room to tire himself out enough to pass out. Regardless, he always slept, though it was never well. “You?” he asked “Rough first night?” He took another drink of coffee, waiting on an answer that he didn’t care if he got or not.

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prettiwaves‌:.

Waverly tightened her legs around the man and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely. Her head now at his height so she could really get a look at those devilish eyes of his. “Oh absolutely. How else would I know what I’m signing myself up for?” She murmured, leaning in and biting the man’s lip and slowly grinding her body against his.

Sid grinned up at her, hands tightening on her ass as he kept her upright and against him. “A bad girl hmm...” he leaned into her, the sting of her teeth on his lip had him hardening in his jeans. Sid carried her the few steps to the back of the building, out of view of others. He pressed her back into the wood, warmed by the rays of the sun. He kissed her, hard then, giving her a nip back. When he drew away, Sid slid a hand up her exposed stomach, the skin soft under the hard calluses of his fingers “I like bad girls, you’re always a lot of fun.”

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isoldedavies‌:

Pleasant. It was a bit strange, to hear him say that in his gruff, gravely voice, but it brought a small smile to her lips all the same. She’d go for pleasant. Hell, she was pleasant — most of the time.

“Alright.” Malle agreed. They didn’t seem like the worst rules, if a bit parental. She was reasonably sure she could break back into the now-abandoned villa in a day or so, if it got to be too much. And her clothes were still there. She nodded. “I can do that.”

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The next morning. 9:15am.

They’d been staring at each other for nearly a minute, her good morning hanging in the air, unanswered. It was a bit rude, but not the worst thing — and surely not worth this impromptu staring contest. Her eyes, dark brown and a bit large, framed in dark lashes, fixed on his own. They seemed almost black, though really, most of his featured seemed dark and jagged. He looked like the sort to always win in a fight.

It was too early for this.

“Look,” Malle began. Her voice was soft — not plaintive, not coaxing. Just polite. “Do you mind?” Her hand, wrapped around an empty cup housing a dry tea bag, lifted to gesture. “You’re blocking the kettle.”

Sid nodded, content that she was clever enough to do as he had asked. “Good. Don’t fuck up, seriously-” Sid sighed heavily. “-i don’t want to go about throwin’ another Royal into the sea for the sharks.” His tone was dry, his face unreadable. It was impossible to tell if he was joking or not.

The next morning. 9:15am.

Sid had arrived down stairs, having completely forget about the new Royal. Upon seeing the small figure amble about his kitchen, the pirate was at first perplexed and wondered if he had locked the doors last night.  Then he remembered, and fucking wished he hadn’t bothered. Sid had gone over and planted himself firmly in front of the coffee machine, nude from the waist up and wearing nothing but form fitting boxers, he had no time for subtlety, or clothes apparently. Sid turned and eyed her suspiciously as he took a sip of coffee. They said nothing, their little impromptu Mexican standoff was both interesting and a strange way to start the day. Sid was never good at staring competitions, he had always the thought the other person was giving him a dirty look. 9 times out of 10 he had swung for his opponent.  This was the 1 time out of 10 when he did not. He just looked at her, stoic and still as the grave. “Am i.” he said, acknowledging the statement but not moving. “-we drink coffee in this house anyways.” Black eyes flickered to the cup and narrowed “-were’d you get the tea?”

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emiliaadley‌:

She followed him into the sauna, her smile growing as soon as the heat hit her skin. Emilia brushed by him, finding a place to sit against the wall where she could get comfortable. “Pleasure to meet you Sid.” she replied, making a show of crossing on leg over the other before she leaned back against the wall of the sauna. After all, where was the harm in having just a little bit of fun? It was always enjoyable to tease a pirate and the large man was very much so her type.

“Now i’ll know. Though I tend to like to use my hands for things other than shoving open sauna doors.” Mia commented, allowing her hands to fall into her lap as she studied him. The heat of the sauna engulfed her in a way that was different than the hot water of the hot springs, and in truth, she was comfortable enough to spend a nice chunk of time in the sauna. Until, of course, she found that she needed some water to drink. 

“Emilia, or Mia. Whichever you prefer.”

Sid was a man that was never able to hide how he felt. He wasn’t coy and he wasn’t smart. If he liked someone, they knew it, if he didn’t like them, they knew it.  If he saw a pretty blonde, it became obvious that they were a weakness of his.  Which is why the flash of leg had his head turning and those dark eyes narrowing on snow white skin. His eyes drifted up her legs, lingering on the towel and then moving up her throat. She was very pale and he wondered, absently, if she marked better than others. Some crude part of him wanted to test that out. Sid smirked at her “Oh yeah?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and huffing out a laugh. “Didn’t know Royals used their hands for much honestly. Thought you got everything handed to you.” Black eyes flickered up and landed on her face, they were hooded and flashed dangerously when he smiled. “Emilia is a nice name...” He said gently, smirking at her before looking away and closing his eyes.

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mariahxmonroe‌:

“Yeah we should,” Mariah agreed with a nod. “It’ll be fuckin’ weird if we didn’t.” Though the many stories about her were wild (and, to her, a bit exaggerated) but they were true, all true-even the ones that really wasn’t true. “So what do I call you, one of my biggest fans?” she asked with a bit of a tease.

Sid grinned down at her, seemingly relaxing on the spot. However, he kept his eye on her, body ready to move should she do the same. He liked her unpredictably. “Sid.” he said simply, offering a hand for her to shake. “-yeah, if you want. You got a reputation.” he said coyly and with another smirk.

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emily-windsor‌:

Mine tonight?

She didn’t need a reply from Sid to know that he would most likely be waiting at her villa when she got back. Not once had they turned each other down from a text like that and as Emily finished tidying the medical room and putting everything away, she knew that she’d be seeing him. The thought caused an involuntary smile to appear on her face and she found herself hurrying to get everything done. Their time together, for Emily at least, had begun to change. It was deeper, more meaningful, there seemed to be something more than just an attraction between them and as hard as it was to ignore, Emily refused to let herself think about it. It would just cause her hurt. Locking the office door behind her, the blonde set off for her villa, choosing to stop by the pirate’s lounge for a bottle of rum on her way to her house. She had never been a fan of rum before moving to the island, but now, she embraced the stereotype with her arms wide open. Pushing the door open, a smile on her face, Emily set her bag down by the door. “I’m ho–” A crash nearly made her drop the bottle as she closed the door, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. “Damn it, Sid, I just got that!” She eyed Sid, placing the bottle down on a cabinet as she took a few steps into the room. “So are you going to tell me why you’re randomly destroying my furniture?” @ssidxc

The encounter with Roselyn had knocked him of kilter. He didn’t know what do to and when his phone started beeping, reminding hm that he had agreed to meet Emily, Sid had cursed out loud. As much as he adored her, all Sid wanted to do in that moment was to go home, drink himself stupid  and pass out.  Yet he owed it to his Girl. So he had stalked his way over to Emilys place, slamming the door behind him. Alone, still, he had more than enough time to think about the interaction between him and his ex-wife.  Sid only got angrier, unable to control himself and how he felt. Anger bubbled under the surface of his skin and he felt like shit. He wanted to hit someone but there wasn’t anyone there. So instead, without meaning too and without thinking, Sid lurched for the closest piece of furniture, forgetting that he wasn’t in his own house. He upturned a coffee table, sending a decorative vase of glass pebbles onto the floor, where it promptly smashed and scattered. He hadn’t seen Emily. He hadn’t registered her arrival.  So when she spoke, Sid strode right up to her without thinking. He was furious, huffing out sharp breaths from his nose and glaring right at her. It took him half a second to recognise her.  “Emily...” he breathed, recoiling away from her suddenly. “i’m...Shit...Fuck...I;m sorry. Im so sorry...I....” he glanced about the room, looking suddenly helpless now that all his fury had dispensed. Sid sagged suddenly, both his hands gripping onto the arm rest of the sofa to steady himself. “Emily....I;m sorry, fuck...Sweetheart, i didn’t mean too...i didn’t mean...”

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“But if you have never been, you do not know. In winter, yes, but not always. Visit in the summer and you will not be cold.” Nodding, Tatiana smiled, a small shrug on her shoulders. “Of course, it comes with the territory of being a future ruler.” Glancing up at him, her eyebrows rose ever so slightly, her fingers running over the wet hem of the shirt she held in her hands. “I’ve never been to New York. This will sound so cheesy, but is it like the movies?” She had wanted to travel the world for as long as she could remember, but her sense of duty had always won out and her holidays each year were to more relaxing places. She continued to sort, nodding to him as she wrung, folded and piled, surprised at how quickly she was getting through it. “I was almost surprised at myself. At home, every time I step outside I am judged for what I wear and yet being here.. I don’t care. It’s almost liberating, which is odd, considering.” She had almost stalked off into the water, collecting what she could without venturing too deep. Her mind rang clear with the warnings of sharks only a week or two before and someone not well versed in how to fend off a shark, she kept to the shallower, clearer waters. “So what if you did?” Gathering what she could in her arms, she walked back, dumping the pile on the ground before walking along the shoreline. “We’re not perfect, but we’re also not all the same. I want to make a difference, I want to help people. Maybe that puts me on a god damn high horse, but I don’t care. I don’t want to be someone people hate or who makes other people want to kidnap my children.” Looking up, she gestured towards him. “Not all of you are the same, the same applies to us.”

“Im not visiting.” he replied, sighing heavily, his tone blunt as the stare he was currently leveling. “Fuckin’ christ, if i’d known you ran the Russian fuckin’ tourist board, i wouldn’t have started this conversation. “ Sid cursed softly, rolling his eyes before going back to sorting through the haul he had collected.  He did ti quietly and for a moment, he almost forget that she was with him.  Her question made him smile. Sid shrugged, but the obvious way in which he straightened his shoulders and grinned over made it clear that he loved discussing his home city. “Sorta. Some parts are, Like central Park and Manhattan are exactly like the movies, you wouldn’t know a difference.” Sid smirked then “-i was born in Brooklyn, and it’s pretty different. Some really poor area in Brooklyn.” he told her. “-and ain’t no King or Queen ever visited me there. Poor people are good in photos and thats it. Ain’t much else we can do other than look grateful when the paparazzi take our photos.” His tone was cynical, full of hate even.  Sid watched her carefully then, from his vantage point on the beach. He was bored now, and contemplated wandering of and leaving her in the water. The only thing that kept him there was the fact that he just couldnt be bothered moving. And she looked great from behind. Sid grinned, contemplating to himself if he should tell her that or not. He wondered if she would look just as attractive if she were angry. Sid just looked up at her when she appeared back on the shore, dark eyed full of bemusement.  He was right, she looked lovely in her rage. “Nope, not all pirates are the same but i dont know any of us that try to be what we ain’t.” Sid eyed her with a frown “-if they set you free are you gonna declare war on the whole lot of us or what?” Sid arched an eyebrow. “Seems like you talk alot about doing your own thing and being kind to people. How would you treat us?”