#fortriiumph

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SMOOCHES FOR MISTER KENWAY!!!!!

[ms-maryread]

                                    @fortriiumph​ [ L I K E D ] for J. Kidd

     Kidd was busy waiting through his second hour of kicking sand, breaking twigs, for a man whom never seemed to keep his word, silently cursing himself for that burden. There had been some pleasantly bright elements, the few which gave him an awful amount of studious flight patterns on the birds in Carolina. They were much different than those in comparison to the Florida keys or Cuba. Useful as it could be, it wasn’t very interesting. 

     He felt an involuntary perk-up when he heard birds scatter--a clear sign of impending approximation--lending elbows to bend for a defiant greeting, as it would demand of this Spring meeting. 

           “Patience may be a virtue, but heaven ain’t where I’m aiming should you keep me waitin’ another second longer.”

[sanctamater]

the merry widow’s inadvertent distracted girlfriend meme is columbia 1912

[sanctamater]

eggsandsnakey Yesterday at 12:43 PM

amelia: i l comstock and frollo: you love haytham kenway, we know. you say it every day. you love haytham kenway.

[makesluck-blog]

@fortriiumph ❤’d for a thingy !

         ❝ Notice you ain’t lookin’ too well, MASTER KENWAY. Is it the smell of the seawater? Or have you lost your affinity for the cold seas out here? ❞

[toodamnloyal]

@fortriiumph XD At the thought of theo even having a "dark side" cos so did i

[mentcrmoved]

@fortriiumph (♥’d  for a starter)

          ( &. ) ❝ I knew your father, you know. He turned out a good man. You-- you I do not know I can say the same, though I believe your heart is in the right place. You would have made a good assassin, Haytham; it saddens me that you were betrayed so young. ❞

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                                       && @fortriiumph ;;

  EVER CURIOUS, A trait most unbecoming of a lady, A. Comstock poked and prodded into all sorts of things -- even if she had been better off living in ignorance prior. Mister Kenway was no different: he had his secrets, as did all within the New Eden, and yet, there was always something that nagged at her in the way he spoke. EXPERIMENT. Brows furrowed; storm clouds rolling into expression despite the pristine, beautiful day before them; dainty hands clutching upon the rail until knuckles turned white and skin strained against bone. “Mister Kenway,” A breath, gaze now turned to him in earnest. “What do you mean when you call Columbia a... Social experiment?”