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[theirmadness]

connor gets a (late) smooch / ercell ♡ @cptncnnor.

the rain was miserable.

a non-stop shower that made sailing feel more like punishment. in these moments, she found herself wondering: what was it all for? she could be on dry, solid ground. she could be somewhere sunny. this life was getting to be too much for her. the rain, the storms, the blood. god, the blood. she glanced down at her hands. wet, calloused from handling weapons and rope for most of her youth. she worked, just as the men did.

there was no softness about her. no edges that weren't sharp.

ercell heard the sound of the cabin door opening. she didn't need to turn around to know who it was—not only could she tell the sound his footsteps made apart from all others, he was also the only one brave enough to enter her cabin without knocking.

she removed her sword belt, the weight of it no longer on her hip making her feel naked. the rain beats against the hull. she wants it to stop. the candle flickers, the ship groans. she feels the warmth of her captain against her back.

“ it's saint valentine's day, ” her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. she knows he heard her. she feels his hands grab her waist. there was a single red rose on the desk. had he gotten it at their last port? between the violence and the looting, he found time to find a red rose. it's almost laughable. she turns around, searches his face. all she sees is the blood. the same hunger that lives inside her. ercell cups his cheek with one hand, the other grabbing the back of his head, and she tiptoes to kiss him. it's softer than any kiss she has ever given him, and that makes it dangerous.

[theirmadness]

connor is an obsessive prick / ercell ♡ @cptncnnor.

your heartstring's wound too tight with mine. the words go through her like a blade, cutting through all the bullshit and leaving behind only blood and open flesh. she's wounded. he's wounded. that was the thing with them—neither would break. neither would bend. they were too evenly matched, and this is the end result. blood and carnage. this, was what she had walked away from.

ercell lets out a choked breath that sounds like a laugh. she tastes the copper of her own blood where her lip had bust. she's pretty sure she cracked a tooth in the back of her mouth. none of it really mattered. “ you're fucking insane, ” the words carry less venom than before. she's exhausted. her bones ache. it hurts to breathe. she probably has a fractured rib. “ what you are is my fucking curse. and i'm done being haunted by you. ” boots sink into the muddy ground, and she steps right in front of him. she lowers herself down to her knees, and tilts her head, meeting his dark, obsessive eyes. one thing has been made abundantly clear through all of this: he is never letting her go. “ go on, then. your finger's in the trigger. shoot me. ” her fingers tighten around her dagger. if he doesn't pull the goddamn trigger and end it right here, she'll carve out his heart and eat it as the light leaves his eyes. she's tired. she's not running any more.