Jul 12
7.45am
Stede waters his flower garden out the front of his terrace building. Spring is fading into a stuffy summer and he fears the worst for some of his petunias. His robe tied around his mid-waist. Hair combed but not yet styled.
Across the road, Ed is watching again from his third floor window. Cigarette caught in the tight corner of his mouth. A cup of tea with whisky balanced on the sill. He would have to sleep soon. Nightshift later. But he watches until Stede has to potter back inside.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ed teach#gentlebeard#fic builder rambles#stede bonnet#Ed spends hours at work imagining this guys flat#the wallpaper inside. a walk in wardrobe maybe. art on the walls?#the feel of his sofa and the kitchen cupboards#Stede doesn’t know he exists#they don’t cross paths#nightclub bouncer Blackbeard#britcore fic#edward teach#sometimes Ed comes home steaming drunk and stands outside Stedes flat building and gazes longingly up at the window#freak