#miles003

[phoebelangdon]

𝚆𝙷𝙾: @wildingham​. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: at the night before the gallows. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: walking onto the ship.

SEEING THE SAILS fly high, Phoebe almost wants to laugh — she’d never thought that she’d be dressed in full pirate garb, but here she was, arm-in-arm with Miles. Maybe she’s a bit drunk from the wine she’d had for dinner, but there’s something looser about her today, and she sighs. “Looks nice, but I do feel a bit ridiculous in all of this.” She sighs, gesturing towards her costume while continuing to walk forwards. “Honestly, I do hope that whomever I end up marrying doesn’t make me go to too many parties on boats. I get so seasick.” 

[phoebelangdon]

𝚆𝙷𝙾: @wildingham​. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: the night after the event. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: right outside his apartment.

NOTHING HAD SHAKEN her more than the night at the library, and without anyone to turn to, Phoebe had been alone. 

The books strewn all over, the glass all over, refracting light, the missing tapestries, but above all, the note. It’d felt like she was on a train without its breaks, careening out of control on its tracks, with no way to stop it. Even her night with Miles hadn’t gone as planned, and the entirety of her day was spent in her room, wondering how she could fix things. How she could take back control. 

It’s how she ends up by Wilde Apartment in the freezing cold, waiting for somebody to come in — or out of the apartment. Given their little fight, she didn’t want to let herself in as she had before. So she waits, sitting by the steps, bundled up in a thick winter coat, with only her nose and eyes peeking out from under her scarf. 

[sophie-dragic]

@miles-tulach

It was late at night and Sophie’s mind, as usual, was going in a million different directions at once, so, sleeping wasn’t an option. Instead, the woman grabbed a couple of things and set out a towel by the beach before opening up a bottle of wine. The soft breeze carried out the salty air of the ocean and the brunette finally thought she would attempt to relax.

Watching the stars on the horizon, Sophie heard someone coming her way and turned her head to see Miles approaching. Offering the captain a small smile, she attempted to recall when was the last time they had casually met, and not done it in lieu of something that had to do with work. The first mate couldn’t give an accurate answer for it, it was how she knew it was far too long. “Would you care for some wine?” she wondered, moving the contents of her glass around before she took a sip.