#{hi!

[shiapolux]

@eclipticis as an answer for this

“…I’ve known hope to be nothing but a filthy lie for a long time, sir. However, love…" Wasn’t love the reason she was there, to begin with?

“...” 

“…Please, allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m one of your many nephews, and I've sworn to serve you for as long as my death last, until the day my sister Athena reclaims my soul for it to reincarnate at her service.”

[shiapolux]

@unsxrpassed​ from here

The swordsman had known Shanks long before they’d become a romantic item, but since they were no longer just meeting up for beers or spars, she’d slowly introduced him to the more intimate details of her life. Namely, a youth she’d taken under her wing and behaved toward as a surrogate mother of sorts. A pirate crew, especially one as crude as Red Hair’s could be, didn’t seem the ideal place for the girl to be but he kept his opinion to himself.

On a particular evening he’d visited Shanks, he’d boarded the ship and encountered the girl he’d only met a few times previously. Just as they were going to have dinner with the crew, an emergency of sorts occurred on the docks and she’d asked him to wait with Shia while she and most of the crew took care of it.

Seated across from the girl at one of the long tables, it occurred to him that the two had never really had a conversation. The Warlord wasn’t one for drawn out talks about nothing, but he could entertain another person if needed.

“How long have you been with Shanks’ crew?” He asked her just before he took a bite of potatoes. They were adequate, considering they’d been produced in enmass for a crew full of pirates.

Shia had briefly met the swordman before, in the scarce occasions  Shanks could manage to drag him with her. But this was the first time they were alone. The girl wasn’t entirely comfortable with the situation, but more because of not knowing him that well than because of who he was. 

The man may had a reputation, but if Shanks trusted him, she could do the same.

She was way too distracted thinking of what kind of problem would keep the whole crew from dinner, moreso this particular crew, and why had Benn and Shanks asked her to stay on board, along with the redhead’s guest, to think on giving the man a conversation. Not that she had expected him to want one, to be honest.

“Uhnm... I couldn’t say, sir... I’m not exactly part of the crew, I just come and go from time to time...” She had known the woman for quite a time, certainly. 

“Would you mind if I ask you why are you here... Inside, I mean? I’ve been told that you quite enjoy fights...” Maybe it was a rude question, but since the raven had bothered to start a conversation, she felt the need to comply and keep it going.

[oxtlawed-blog]

{ hannah-the-small }

       ❝ WHY, do you hear that? I say it’s the sound of            money making its way over here. Shall we take                                          a look? It may be worth while. ❞

[oxtlawed-blog]

{ msdeputymayor }

                  ❝ NOW I would say this is a rather strange predicament,                       strange indeed. You wouldn’t happen to lend a hand deary? ❞

[silver-argents]

inallsiriusnxss:

☠–                                                      “Do you HAVE to do that?” 

“I’m hungry... It’s not my fault  the food is so crunchy. ”

[sanatxr-blog-blog]

itschristinechapel

"Any word on where we're            going next?"