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Hey mage! How have you been?
Hey Ratsoh! I've been super busy, I graduated college in May 2024, got my first accounting job the same month and have been working since! I also moved out of my parents place finally into an apartment in August. It's been tough to balance working full time and drawing and writing but I wanna get better at it because I love them.
How're you?
I gotta be asked "how are you" at least twice before I can be honest
you ever like: I’ll never be like that again. I’m grown up now. I am not haunted by the the ghost of my teenage self, gliding through the walls of my cells, I won’t ever stay up till 5am again to get a project done. I’ve learned! I’m different!
well Besties guess what I did last night
Yay! Okay, here it is:
«“Excuse me…Señor Sparrow?” said a soft voice in cultured accents. “Would you please pass the bread?”
Jack quickly turned his attention back to Esmeralda, pleased that she’d spoken to him. Quickly, he passed the loaf to her. “Thank you, Señor,” she said, cutting away busily.
“You are most welcome.” Now that he had an opening, Jack was quick to follow the advantage. “How long have you been sailing with Don Rafael, Doña Esmeralda?”
He was rewarded with a little smile, and his heart jumped. “Since I was fifteen. Eleven years, now.”
“All the Pirate Lords speak well of him,” Jack said. “He’s held in great respect.”
Hearing this praise of her grandfather brought another smile. Lady Esmeralda buttered her bread. “He is my hero. We are the only family left to each other. After my parents died, he decided I must become a fine lady, perhaps serve at court, so he put me in a convent school in Barcelona. I missed him—and the sea—so much.” Her smile took on a touch of irony. “I hadn’t been there a month before I knew I wasn’t destined for the court of His Majesty.”
“I’ve never been to school,” Jack said. “I can barely imagine what it would be like. What did you do?”
“I applied myself to my lessons, and went without sweets so I could pay for fencing lessons in secret. After I had learned all they thought proper for a woman to know, I ran away from the school and found him. I was fifteen.”
“He didn’t try to take you back to Barcelona?”
She laughed softly. “Not directly. Instead, he brought me to Shipwreck Cove. I think he thought that I’d be so horrified by the exposure to pirate life that I’d agree to go back to the nuns. Instead, I loved the life. I’ve been with him ever since.”
Jack calculated, then was glad the room wasn’t better lit, because he could feel heat in his face. “So…that time when I…you had just come here from a convent?”
Esmeralda, taking in his expression, giggled. “Would it have hurt worse, to know you’d been trounced by a girl from a convent?”
Jack’s sense of the ridiculous saved him, and he flashed her a grin. “Yes, I suppose it would have. The bruises hurt badly enough. Teague wanted to know which of his men had thrashed me.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I was in a bit of a quandary,” Jack admitted. “I couldn’t tell him the truth, of course, and I didn’t Teague can be…rough…on those who annoy him.”
“I’ve heard,” she said, softly. “So what did you do?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Jack said.
Esmeralda shook her head. Her thick, black hair, softly curling, was held back from her face by tortoiseshell combs. Jack found himself imagining what it would be like to run his hands through that hair. Hastily, he looked down and took a random bite of food. “What did Teague do to you for not telling him?” she whispered, after a moment.
Jack picked up his wine goblet, and took a sip. “He gave me a worse hiding than you did,” he said, after a moment, careful to keep his tone light.
“Dios mio,” she said, softly. “I’m sorry…” she hesitated, and he could tell she was wondering how to address him.
“Jack. Please.”
“Very well. I am sorry…Jack.”
“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m sure I deserved it. Taught me a valuable lesson.”
“And that was?” Her English was very fluent, with just a delightful hint of an accent.
“First impressions can be very deceiving,” Jack replied. “I’ll never again underestimate an opponent…or a lady.” He tipped his goblet toward her in a small salute, then drank.»
(Btw, how are you? :) )
Simultaneously heartbreaking and sweet, I love it.
I wonder what she was thinking when she heard. Obviously she felt guilty, but I wonder what her thoughts were
Ok question: who would be your favorite hphm character if you had to base on its backstory?
I’d say Merula! c: But I’ll always have a soft spot for Barnaby, character development or not!
*smashes a mug* so do i count as a writer or do i suck
due to personal reasons* i started making a playlist of songs that i am pretty sure were made for the sole purpose of raising me from my grave if i die so that i can Make Them Turn The Damn Song OFF (is it because i just don’t like the song or because it reminds of something embarrassing? no one will ever know, except for the people that know) and i... am realizing how many of these are christmas songs. i think something got to me
