#pirataestrex

[bibliothxcarius]

            ” ------ Where did you                  come from? "

[smokinglittleshit]

           " There must be a vintage party              somewhere, because otherwise              I'm really not sure why you'd              walk around with --that. "

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pirataestrex said: *snuggles*

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malevolentqueen said: stOP STEALING MY LINES YOU LITTLE BOOKWORM. I /will/ lock you up again

pirataestrex said: i was supposed to be rora and now i’m a pirate holla holla

u were gonna be the cupcake princess and now ur a pirate. i m just.

jollyrogered said: SHIT

bow 2 ur queen

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pirataestrex said: that’s captain to u missy

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pirataestrex said: BOOTY

booty game so strong

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dedicates my 1,666 to sarah and jade bc u guise are the light to my dark tbh and ily bye

[hatxtrick-archive]

Soul ≠ Soldier

     There was something odd about the air that day.

            Perhaps it had something to do with the sun, the way it beat down just so that despite the hat perched precariously on Jefferson's head it still warmed up his ears, making it hard for the male to keep still for too long. 

            Perhaps the blame could be placed on the darkening clouds rolling in from the sea. With them carried on the wind, the salt from the water below. The air had a way of pinching at ones cheeks; burning eyes as the fair tides continued. 

            But the Hatter, his boots thumping against the wooden planks of the walk beneath as he strode forward- hands tucked away in the over sized pockets of his coat -he was convinced that it had a certain something to do with the days  a h e a d. Days, he imagined, that would be spent at sea, breaking through the tough and persistent waves of life until he reached his goal. Of course, the hardships that might be faced during the journey were nothing compared to the war that would be fought at the final destination. 

     And it seemed,                                   anticipation was                                                                 k i l l i n g                                                                                      him. 

            That was, as it had been concluded many times before, the result of a task rather staunchly asked of by the Dark One himself. A task, more or less, Jefferson felt could be accomplished by the requester, but who was he to judge and ask questions? If anything, he should be honored--- for once, it seemed the duty did not come with a price; at least, not a long term one. 

    And boy, was he honored. 

            Ice blue hues slid across the outcroppings of the port: ships and vessels of all assorted shapes and sizes. A few mere moments later and they came to rest on a rather familiar looking 'She'; the Jolly Roger. Smiling to himself, he let eyes scope the area--- it seemed the Captain was not aboard at the time, perhaps he was drying off his sea-legs for a few minutes in an exchange to drown his lips in liquor. Fitting. 

            Calloused fingers reached up, gripping the worn wood of the stern as he pulled himself on board. The small cries of surprise by the few crewmen on deck were met with a Cheshire smile and a simple finger to his own lips.

    "Shh,                don't mind me."   "Just here for a bit of pleasant business with the Hook."

            And with those simple words, the Hatter spun on his heels, making way for the elegant wheel. Hopping up upon it, he sat, back resting up against a decorative rim as black boots folded over one another atop the wheel. Coattails rested partially below, where letters had once been scratched in, only to be vainly scratched back out. Pushing his top hat down so it rested a top his face, arms folding across his chest, he let out a light chuckle.

         There he would sit until the one-handed-wonder made his appearance.