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[fantasycorrupted-a]

❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ (Ness & Fiadh)

“Mad, yeah.” Like always, her short temper was showing once more. “At you, no. Not really.” Fíann shook her head. “Can’t be mad at you since I know what I’m like. And, um... I’m a handful.”

Maybe that was simply the way she saw herself. Constantly angry, floating around like a stormcloud ready for thunder. “To be honest... I don’t remember what I was mad about anymore.”

Aside from having been mistaken for the wrong person, blamed for a crime she had not committed, and having to fight her way through having a calm conversation when all she wanted to do was scream, of course.

Initially her desire had been to not talk at all, then she’d begrudgingly accepted being dragged into a talk, and then company... no, she was not ready to handle that. Not now. She sighed.

@mxterx

[fantasycorrupted-a]

"Hola baby!" ( @ mxterx to fiadh )

“...Ness. You’re back.” How long has it been since the last time she spent time with Ness? Her very first word makes it feel as though it has been years, and Fiadh becomes less and less able to ignore the warm feeling that grows in her chest and the butterflies that appear in her stomach – despite the fact that, as she realises, it makes her feel vulnerable at the same time. And Fiadh hates feeling vulnerable.

She holds Ness’s hand between her own, pulling her close, and leans her forehead against the other pirate’s. A hug can drive her heart to beat far too fast, and Fiadh knows that hugs introduce the possibility of getting stabbed. She trusts Ness; it’d be a lie to think otherwise. But leading the life she’s led has not taught her that this trust comes easily. Still, her body talks clearly: if Ness wants more, she can have it.

@mxterx

[fantasycorrupted-a]

❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ (to Fiad .. you know FROM WHOM it is 😏❤️)

❛ Did I?❜ How well Ness already knows her. The firmness of the wooden surface of the bar against her fingers takes her to her memories of the ship she has been manning, and, for another few moments, the timetraveller gets transported to the recent past. ❛Seems like you can read my face well.❜ Better than anyone else until now.

This kind of words coming from someone like Fiadh is a compliment. The only people who are allowed to see the world behind her eyes, the dreams in her head, and everything that makes her sigh, cry or laugh are her family. Her mom. Her dad. Her grandparents. Or at least that was how it used to be until recently.

Until she crossed paths with Ness.

❛I won't say no to a nice drink from a pretty lady. Thanks a lot.❜ She picks up the glass and lifts it to take a sniff at it before she sips on the liquid. ❛What did you get?❜

@mxterx

[fantasycorrupted-a]

i mean fiadh wouldn't say that... but with some proper persuasion... @mxterx you may turn out right ;>

[iregretncthing]

"You don't have to touch me amigo." ( by @mxterx )

Dude's face flashed a surprised look. For a second or two. He quickly hid his actual reaction behind his cold, resting expression. Those shades he always wore helped him. Making him look calm and collected in the situation. His hand slowly backed off from the stranger's shoulder.

"Jeez, no need to be sore."

The man returned back to his drink, taking a swig. He exhaled heavily, tasting the bitter whiskey on his tongue. Terrible. But the point was to get intoxicated anyway.

When the bartender diseappeared out of sight to serve another customer, Dude turned his head back towards the woman again.

"So - - how does it sound to ya, missy?" he asked, that playful smile returning back on his face.

"All you have to do is cover me. Everything else - - you don't need to worry about that. I know the in's and out's of that place."