#piraticalheir

[isleads]

He's down on one knee, hat sweeping off his head in a glorious flourish as blue eyes gaze up at the girl sitting before him. "Ye know, Uma - I think I've been in love with ye since the day I cracked open."    (  @piraticalheir​  )

                                 “    you’re    a    fucking   idiot    …    ”    

                it’s    impossible    to    conceal   the    smile    that    threatens    to    curve    on    her   lips,    even    as   she    rolls    her    eyes,    (   it’s    impossible    because    he    knows    her,    and   she    doesn’t    feel    the    need    to    pretend    around   him    as    much    anymore    ).    it   should    be    the    other    way    around,    she    thinks   –    the    captain    is    the    one    in    charge    of   the    sailors,    and    Uma    has    made    it        a    habit  and    a    duty    to    carry    her    crew    upon    her   shoulders.    However,    when    it    comes    to    Harry,   it    never    is    –    when    it    comes    to    Harry,   it’s    as    if    he    was    the    one    keeping    her   steady    (    his    eyes    are    storm    and    hurricane,   and    yet,    in    them,    she    finds    the    calmest    of   tides    ).

                 he    kneels    before    her    in   dramatic    display,    she    sits    on    the    lowest  staircase    of    the    ship    (    he    knows    where   to    find    her;    she’ll    always    be    where    she   feels    at    ease,    and    when    the    tide    is    high,   Uma    likes    to    watch    the    waves    crash    against   the    hull    and    imagine    the    ship    in    motion,   sailing    far    away    from    the    Isle    ).    and    he  jokes    around    –    what    are    you    giving    that    boy    that    he    keeps    trailing    after    you    like    a    lost  pup?    Her    mother’s    viper    tongue    always    calls   the    worst    in    everything    (    she    once   congratulated    Uma    for    keeping    Harry    at    her    beck  and    call,    until    she    realized    they    were   actually    friends,    and    that    she    actually    cared   about    him    and    that    it    wasn’t    just   pretend    on   her    part    ).  

                “    i’m    gonna    crack    open  your    skull    with    a    rock    if    you    don’t   knock    it    off    –    ”    she’s    laughing,    however,   glassy    surface   of    her    eyes    concealed    behind    beaded    hair  (    Harry’s    smile    holds    a    glint    of    mischief   and    it’s    contagious    ).        and    after    she   reaches    to    deliver    a    punch    to    his    shoulder,   their    gazes    linger    for    a    moment,    yet    she’s   the    first    to    withdraw    (    it    always    happens   like    that    –    Uma    is    terrified    of    anyone   seeing    her    show    any    sign    of    affection    ).

                     “    yeah,    you’re    in    love  with    me,    all    right    –    guess    we    gonna    have  to    get    married    now,    ‘cause    i’m    sure    you   won’t    give    it    away    without    me    puttin’    a   ring    on    it    first,    ”    a    loud    snort,    a   moment    of    realization    that    one    of    her    tears   has    actually    escaped,    and    she    cannot    tell    if   it’s    because    she’s    still    upset,    or    simply    a  reminder    that    they    won’t    really    get    a    happy  ending    of    any   kind    at    all,    “    you   always    find    me    here    …    guess    i    need    a   better    hideout.    ”

[empireburned-archive]

“you owe me”  (for emma)     /     @piraticalheir

        if he’s looking to get a rise out of her, it’s almost effective.  instinct has her wanting to tell him off, to instantly deny his claim, but then she remembers the coolness her mother exudes any time someone challenges her, and her temper wanes a little.  “ what could i possibly owe you? ”  she asks, chin rising with an air of impertinence.

[onlycertainty-archive]

     “oi, you.” There is the lift of his brow, and the lean over as he nods toward the bar maid. A small gesture toward the red haired lass. “Ye like’er?”

     @piraticalheir  / liked for a one liner.

[islestrandeda]

@piraticalheir​     /     starter call.

       "      do you remember that time,     -------     oh no,    you wouldn’t...      SINCE     YOU    DON’T     PAY     ATTENTION      !      “

[livevla]

                             ❝  i  think  there’s  a  flaw  in  my  code.  ❞

@piraticalheir      sc.

[killedinstead]

          “Excuse me, but that’s mine.” It was on loan from Slughorn, and she was paranoid about it. She wanted to return it in the exact condition it was given to her in. Even though she was sure Slughorn wouldn’t notice but still. Quickly she snapped the book back up, holding it close. “Can I help you with something?” she asked, her green eyes narrowing. 

@piraticalheir II sc

[umatm-blog]

       ✦ *◞ @piraticalheir​ said:   “You can trust me.”  ― if you can find the meme,   you can send it.

           ❝ you  say  that  as  if  i  don’t  know  it.    i  do,   but  this  --  this  is  bigger  than  that.       it’s  more  than  just  trust.  ❞         cryptic  as  it  sounds,    she’s  trying  to  protect  him,    &&  not  just  him  ;  but  the  whole  crew   --   from  numerous  things  at  once.    there  are  not  only  people  who  want  to  take  them  out  for  their  own  personal  gain,    but  there  are  threats  that  lie  down  darkened  alleys  &&  behind  the  scraps  of  fabric  that  make  up  areas  of  faux  privacy  on  the  isle.

[onlycertainty-archive]

be honest - why anne ?

Be Honest, Jim / @piraticalheir  / accepting, ft. @onlyliberty

     The question isn’t one that shouldn’t surprise him no. Many had given them looks; had given them an eye as they looked down their noses on the company that both held with one another. Always a bit of doubt given to his end; many of which claiming that Anne in her life needed a man, and not a boy. That was the underlining tone in all the teasing and all the jealous onlookers; they had looked to him like a little lad trying to fit into shoes twice his own size. It was nothing on James himself, he’d fight every single one of them had a specific line been crossed. He did little to correct anyone; didn’t like people asking questions, didn’t mind the assumption when it let fools underestimate his ability so he could quickly correct them. There was a reason they called him a demon of the sea after all. If, and when, they’d question his worth; they’d quickly find out different. Be it by sword, or by the fact of chosen company.

    But Anne? Was always a reason to keep returning to the Old Avery when his time brought him back through Nassau again and again. And thus the words mull over on his tongue with the slight movement of his jaw. “You don’t get ta’ choose who ye love.” Words are as honest as they come- “I’ve found that at times, it is them who chooses you.”

    There is a slight gesture made toward Anne’s direction; off doing what she does best. “I mean, look at’er. Beautiful, got a tongue as sharp a her wit, with a spirit fit for any raging storm, and a sword hand to compliment it all.” He then lowers his hand to take the bottle of ale into his grip. “Any man who cannae see her worth is either a fool, or ain’t worth his weight in his own shite.” He offers a shrug- “The fact of the matter is…I love’er…” He meets their eye with a light smile- “It’s as simple…’n as complicated- as that.”