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omg ur actually back?

I NEVER LEAVE i just take writing breaks lmao

#lizzystride #im a trashcan on fire okay #i c ur URL change gurl #sup #i like that you're surprised im back #surely this trashpile would disappear forebbers

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

they had been sitting on the edge of her ship, the sky full of stars while the vessel was rocked to and fro by the ocean’s waves. in quinn’s hand was a half empty glass of brandy that she had filled to the brim, and in the other was a cigarette – no one should have expected anything less. balancing tediously on the ledge, one of the corsair’s legs dangled off the side, swinging idly as the pair engaged in mindless conversation that drifted from one unimportant topic to another.

once the talk somehow worked itself into something more serious, quinn grew uncomfortable, shifting in discomfort. as she was going to change the subject by saying something stupid, so stupid that the topic couldn’t help but be changed, lizzy said something that struck her.

pausing, quinn swallowed thickly. opaque smoke drifted from her nostrils as she simply stared at the other sailor; she had been ridden speechless. why did the words strike her so? why did they send tremors through the core of her being, opening a gaping chasm in her chest that was swallowing her whole on the spot? upon sensing quinn’s discomfort, valor shifted closer, hopping his way along the ship’s edge in order to perch himself right beside his companions arm. however, it was too late: the mindless thought set in.

‘what do you know,’ quinn uttered, tone reflecting how offended she was. raising herself from where she sat, she dumped the liquor that remained in her glass over the edge of the ship into the ocean foam. turning to face lizzy with narrow eye, gold foil iris reflecting the moon as she stared downwards at the other woman, quinn spoke through snarled lips: ‘you don’t know me, don’t act like you know me. you know nothing.’

after she had spoken, she let the words sit in the still air, just for a moment so they could sink in, before she withdrew, pacing her way towards her cabin’s quarters. valor followed soon after, though not before giving lizzy a brief glance. –she doesn’t mean that,– his expressive eyes read, and he soon glided after his companion, perching on her shoulder just before quinn closed the door behind her.

#— &&; these violent delights have violent ends. – ⟨✠⟩ (ask;)#— &&; i was a dreamer: born into the court of darkness. – ⟨✠⟩ (ic;)#IDK WHAT HAPPEEND IM SORRY #lizzystride