#ofhistory

[missvvave]

     ⌜𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 / open to anyone⌟

       catcalls and wolf whistles have been somewhat of a norm to the lady pirate. may it be because of the minimal clothing she’s wearing or her bright orange hair, the red-head seems to be aware but unbothered by the eyes that follow. she approaches the lengthy bar of the dingy pub, ordering a bottle of rum to herself while ignoring the complimentary drinks sent her way. 

[tryckthebard]

I have spent the night sleeplessly without you in my bed. I have tossed and turned to maddening half-thoughts of what bliss may be found with your lips upon mine. I have found succor in fantasies of your flesh, writ your face into the shadows writhing on my wall, cried out your name on my way to completion. To be bereft of you is to be bereft of dreams: a man may live yet, but not with joy. -W. @ofhistory found a way around his curse and sent a letter. ;)

Tryck notices the letter tucked in the little cubby that is his, backstage at the theater he managed to snag a spot at for the season. Curious. Not that he isn't used to the occasional letter from an adoring fan, though it doesn't happen too often, he is a bit more surprised when he doesn't recognize the script. But the words have a familiar tone to them, like a certain playwright's who has been struggling to bring quill to pen due to some strange curse. And there is only one man he knows who'd sign his letter with W, even if it appears he wasn't the one to do the signing.

His eyes float over the words, the beautiful poetry barely disguising the lewd message behind the words, and yet Tryck feels his breath caught in his throat, a light fluttering in his chest and a flush to his cheeks. The Bard was finally able to find a way to put his words to paper, and this is what he writes? A bawdy ode to a philanderous actor?

To say he is flattered is a heavy underestimation.

He quickly folds the note and tucks it into his inside shirt pocket, just above his heart. How fitting. He'd just finished with rehearsal for the day and was going to seek out Will anyways. But with this letter left for him, there's new purpose to his steps and he hurries to the pub he's certain he will find the Bard.

Find him there he does, indeed, and already with a laughing group of people, just a few other actors and hopeful playwrights lavishing Will with the usual amount of attention. Though normally not something that bothers Tryck too much, right now it outright vexes him as he wants to very much have the Bard all to himself.

He makes his way to Will's usual table, weaving through the other patrons and barmaids walking about. It feels as though he's being delayed with each step as someone attempts to get in his way. Eventually, though, Tryck arrives at the table, slightly out of breath with cheeks still flushed as he looks at Will.

"Will? Do you... would you mind... a word? In pirvate?" Tryck asks, licking his lips as he gazes at the Bard, his heart pounding in his chest.

[tryckthebard]

@ofhistory continued from here

“Alas—I am only capable of supplying the one,” Will laments in a suspiciously even tone. He hooks a distracted hand around his own wine, offering it to Tryck without shifting his focus for even a moment. The ink is not yet dry upon the page and yet Will reads and rereads it, over and over, devouring the contents as he crams them into his memory. There may be hope that he needn’t retire yet! If it wouldn’t have meant tearing his away from the page for even a moment, Will might have stood to evict Tryck from his lap: for the time being, he settles for shifting impatiently, the full of his attention on the three lines on the page. They are skilled, artful, memorable—dialogue plucked from the air of an illusory conversation of great importance, the seedling from which to grow a story. The hard part comes next.

Tryck has been trying to get the Bard's attention for the good past half hour or so, wondering why he keeps on staring so intently at that page and not at the handsome actor practically throwing himself at the playwright. When Will hands him the glass of wine in a dismissive manner, Tryck takes it gracelessly with a hmph before removing himself from the Bard's lap.

He watches him, frustration etching his delicate features as he downs the wine in one swift gulp, then sets the glass down on the desk. Perhaps he'll have to try another tactic...

"What has you so fixated that you'd deny such a beauty as I, a kiss?" Tryck lets his dramatics show, and in a swift movement reaches to snatch the page away to see just what has Will's attention so heavily invested.

But Tryck raises a brow as he looks over the page, front to back, before looking up to the playright with a head tilt of confusion.

"Will... are you playing a prank? There's nothing here!"

[tryckthebard]

@ofhistory asked

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Tryck is getting frustrated at the fact that he keeps stumbling over his lines, especially since the role of Juliet is one he has played a time or two or twenty before. A popular play, and Tryck the delicate and talented beauty that he is, has been cast in the role ad nauseum.

But now he has the chance to perform it for William himself, even just in rehearsal, and he's absolutely flubbing it in the worst ways. Perhaps it's just his nerves, or maybe it's the way that Will looks at him when he's spouting off the lines of Romeo so eloquently and with little effort.

Of course he uses little effort, he wrote the damn thing!

But then Tryck's anxiety over messing up another line is quickly interrupted by William's lips suddenly pressing to his own. The actor is caught quite by surprise, giving a little bit of a shocked and muffled noise that melts into a bit of a moan as he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Will's neck.

After a moment or two, Tryck pulls back and smiles up at the playwright, head tiling slightly to the side. "Well, I know it has been quite some time since I've performed the play, but I don't remember that being in this part of the script..."

[thecpdiary]

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[bombolear]

❛  hey, miss ---  ❜ she swings upside - down from her post, grinning like some kind of  overconfident spidermonkey.   ❛  sorry to interrupt, but i just have a few questions for you. if you would answer them, i’d be on my way. what do you say ?  ❜

        @ofhistory​       »   ♡ .

[missvvave]

it's not often that the two females on the crew get to have the ship to themselves, so what better way to enjoy each others company than by sunbathing and enjoying the wonderful food and drinks sanji left behind for them.

      ⌜ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 / @ofhistory​⌟    

      usually, this peace and quiet is a ‘ choice ’ they both make midst the ruckus of their crew rather than a prerequisite. with the ship safely docked and the skies clear of clouds, Nami was granted her rare ‘ downtimes ’. one that she gladly indulges with Robin. the only person she knew and trusted who would appreciate some tranquility under the warm rays of the sun.  

      but if there’s anything a straw hat would come to learn through their journey, it is that peace and quiet is anything but the calm before a storm. so it is only right to mention what is upon the horizon. ❛ i told Luffy that we’re out of meat, ❜ Nami told Robin as she slips in the empty lounge next to the archeologist. a sip of her orange juice and she continues, ❛ he also told me he’ll find something for all of us. ❜

[radiovocals]

❛ you'd be marvelous in the devil wears prada ♫ ❜

❝         ———        miss       priestly     does       have       excellent taste.             ❞