#piratress

[hlsng]

                                                  eyes stay glued to the man’s chest, a crimson stain taking up quite a bit of the fabric, he imagines another familiar, someone not unlike himself having to wash it out and winces at the though; easier to get started so it doesn’t stain.    “ i have this uh, it’s kinda like a tide pen ? works wonders for y’know . . .  actually. ”    immediately he’s digging through his pocket for it, pulling out what looks more like a stick of deodorant, his own little blood cleaning contraption.

                                                  “ pfft, no, no ! don’t worry about it. ”   he waves a hand dismissively.    “ i mean i have three at home so messy is just part of it, definitely . . .”    he catches the man’s eyes and immediately looks away, holding out the stick for the other to take.    “ three vampires, not… not husbands. ”    he corrects a bit clumsily.

@piratress​    cont. 

[firstmategod]

@piratress​ // continued from: x

“the fuck - are you fucking crying?“ nope, try again, izzy. with a fairly dramatic huff, he glanced around the deck and, not seeing anybody, leaned in to set his fingers against lucius’s forehead. it was cold - the man was obviously freezing, of course - and would only get worse if he remained in his wet clothes and blanket.  so, in a burst of pity and empathy that shocked the first mate himself, izzy wrapped an arm around lucius’s shivering frame and gave him a surprisingly gentle push toward the door that led to izzy’s quarters. with everything going so poorly - lucius’s sort-of-death, blackbeard’s dangerous unpredictability, and izzy’s own terrible injury - he decided to be a bit reckless. “come here. get in the room.“ he opened the door and glanced around again, just in case edward was nearby. “quickly. let’s fucking go.“

[shoreaway]

♢     ♦     ♢           @piratress​    has    answered    your    ask 

          it’s  funny  how  lucius  is  the  one  talking  about  blushing,  but  it’s  pete  that  feels  his  cheeks  burning.    he  can’t  help  the  upward  curl  of  his  lips,  the  way  his  entire  frame  seems  to  lean  into  him  whenever  he  talks.    pete  looks  at  lucius  for  a  moment,  admiring  the poetry  of  the  sun  settling  into  the  sea  behind  his  frame.

          ❝    no,  babe,  not  really,    ❞  pete  chuckles  slightly.    he  goes  to  stand  beside  lucius,  close  enough  for  their  elbows  to  poke  against  one  another.        ❝    i  haven’t  really  been  sweet  with  anyone  else  in  a  long  time,    ❞      he  admits,      ❝    no  one’s  been  sweet  to  me  in  a  long  time.    ❞

[walkpathe-arch]

ASK.   CONT

with @piratress​  (   as lucius   ).

with the rate things had been going lately,   he wouldn't have been too surprised to be hallucinating the boy from the depths of his mangled conscience.  but he's real enough,  as far as edward can tell,  sharp tongued and filled with outrage after nearly drowning at his hands.  he looked like he had seen a ghost,  earlier,  eyes widening and throat dry  (   but maybe that's because he hasn't had anything down save for rum since..  he can't even remember   ).  now,  however,  the look he settles on lucius is carefully blank,  a poorly held together leash on his anger,  waiting just behind that emptiness  —  calm skies before the storm hits. 

❛  careful how you talk to me,  boy.  ❜   lips curl in a faint sneer,  harsh tone a reminder that this isn't heartbroken ed lucius is talking to.  there is no soft candle glow,  no exposed vulnerability,  none of that now.  and yet,  not even all the black paint in the god forsaken caribbean can really hide deep set exaustion from lack of sleep and piss poor coping mechanisms.  lucius better ignore it like everyone else.   ❛  i don't fucking care.  stay or throw yourself overboard this time,  just do as you're told and stay out of my way.  ❜ the threat behind his words is left unsaid, but he is sure lucius can fill in the blanks with whatever his imagination comes up with.

[whsprhouse]

@piratress​     /     hit the heart

             “DRAW AN ORANGE for me,” jim says, appearing seemingly out of nowhere in front of lucius. they’re holding out a piece of his charcoal, && they hike up the edge of their shirt to reveal some bare skin just below their ribs. “with a knife through it. on me. here.”

[krakept]

*   ✕   piratress   /   spriggs : 

                 ❛            yeeeeeaaaaaaah      ,      no      ,      pass.              i     don’t       do     well       with              blood     ,             mate.          ❜                  a       wrinkle     of             disgust             curved       ‘pon       the       bridge     of     his       nose     ,     pointedly     holding       the             dagger             by       his     pointer     finger             &              thumb     ,             away             from     his       body     ,       handle     angled     half  -  heartedly       toward              izzy             in     hopes     that     he’d       just     take       it             back.             he     felt       much     better     suited       for       the             sidelines             of     this     plundering     venture       ,     scribbling       down       in       stede’s             journal       ,              rather       than       getting       his     hands              dirty.             a       toss     of       dark     hair       back     from     his       face     ,       lucius     cast       izzy       a             pointed             glance     ,       brow     arching       slightly     toward       his             hairline             as       he       offered       a     coy       purse       of       his     lips.                   ❛            'sides.             pretty       sure             you’d       look       better     handling       a       blade              anyway.          ❜                  he       liked       flirting     with       izzy       ,       it       was             fun             seeing       him     get     flustered.

     CHRIST ,   this lot will be the death of him.   back molars are ground together ,   an ATTEMPT to keep himself from snapping ---   a snarl threatening to burst forth from an unmuzzled maw.   he doesn’t look to the knife offered back ,   instead expelling an irate huff through his nose.   fingers flex where they curl around the hilt of his rapier ,   holding that challenging gaze lucius offers for a moment longer before speaking.

     ❝      you always this fuckin’ difficult ,     ❞     a slight pause ,   israel standing up a bit taller ,   head canting to the side.     ❝      or somethin’ ‘bout me brings it out of you ?     ❞     a remarkably lax response from the first mate   /   but then again ,   he often is just before he snaps   (   careful ,   he bites .   )

[izzyhnds]

LUCIUS -- moved.

lucius  snapped  his  head  around  to  shoot  izzy  a  glare  ,  opening  his  mouth  for  a  stinging  retort  ,  only  to  have  the  words  die  on  his  tongue  ,  watching  the  man  with  observant  eyes  ,  the  darkened  hues  lingering  on  the  leather  clad  figure  for  a  long  moment  as  he  approached.  something  about  this  interaction  felt  ..  different.  like  something  had  changed.  izzy  wasn’t  trying  to  make  him  do  things  just  for  the  hell  of  it  ,  to  seek  respect  from  the  scribe  ,  who  otherwise  couldn’t  actually  give  a  damn.  hell  ,  he  wasn’t  even  attempting  to  sound  scary.  no  ,  there  was  something  ..  off  with  his  tone. 

lucius’s  back  straightened  a  fraction  ,  watching  izzy  as  he  snapped  his  mouth  shut  ,  reluctantly  taking  the  mop  back  into  his  own  hands.  he  tore  his  gaze  from  the  man  after  a  long  heartbeat  ,  actually  taking  izzy’s  words  into  account  as  he  mimicked  what  the  man  had  done  before.  silence  stretched  between  them  as  lucius  worked  ,  finally  allowing  himself  a  brief  pause  to  lean  against  the  handle  of  the  mop  ,  fixing  his  gaze  back  onto  where  izzy  sat  ,  his  hip  cocked  ,  expelling  a  short  breath  ,  before  quietly  speaking.   ❛  i  do  take  pride  in  doing  things  right  ,  izzy.  that’s  why  i’m  drawing  all  the  time  ,  i  want  to  get  my  art  ..  right.  ❜  why  was  he  telling  him  this  ?  maybe  because  this  was  the  first  actual  conversation  the  two  had  managed  to  have  without  lunging  at  each  others  throats. 

the  scribe  tossed  his  hair  back  from  his  face  with  a  huff  ,  finishing  his  task  with  a  final  awkward  drag  of  the  mop  ,  wandering  over  to  the  opposite  end  of  the  deck  ,  to  set  the  supply  over  by  the  broom.  another  crew  -  mate  could  deal  with  that  ,  he  couldn’t  be  bothered.  hands  on  his  hips  ,  he  wandered  back  toward  izzy  with  a  sharp  exhale  ,  opting  to  fan  his  face  with  an  open  palm  ,  before  clearing  his  throat  &  stopping  in  front  of  him  ,  brows  inched  toward  his  hairline.   ❛  look  ,  um  ..  my  offer  to  sketch  you  ,  it  ..  it  still  stands.  i  might’ve  said  it  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  ,  but  ..  i  think  it  might  do  you  some  good.  ❜  the  scribe  tilted  his  head  slightly  ,  watching  the  first  mate  with  reproachful  hues.  actually  addressing  izzy  like  a  normal  person  ,  not  his  nagging  bully  ,  felt  strange.  he  swore  he’d  seen  something  almost  vulnerable about  izzy  when  he’d  shown  him  how  to  clean.  like  he  was  actually  giving  a  shit. 

tongue  jabs  at  the  inside  of  his  cheek  ,  hands  on  his  hips  as  he  rolled  his  shoulders  ,  lolling  his  head  to  the  side  as  he  squinted  against  the  sun  ,  peering  at  izzy  through  fanned  lashes.   ❛  it’s  quite  relaxing  ,  being  sketched  by  someone  who  isn’t  there  to  judge.  maybe  if  you  relaxed  ,  you’d  be  a  little  less  ..  stressed.  ❜ 

Izzy had said that he would keep an eye on Lucius as he worked and he did. Backing down now would get him nowhere but further at the butt of the scribes jokes to the crew. To Hands’ surprise, Lucius actually started to swab the deck correctly. Sure he still looked like it was the last thing he wanted to be doing and didn’t bother to hide that from his expression but it was better than nothing. 

“Your fucking art doesn’t keep this ship running,” he huffed, waving off the conversation so as to not distract the younger man from his task. It took everything just to keep this crew focused on actually working sometimes.

Naturally, Spriggs stopped about halfway on the deck surface which -- to be fair this was usually a job more than one crew member did for time efficiency. He bit back the desire to order him to do the rest of it. Izzy guessed he had to take what he could get with this idiot. Still, the first-mate rolled his eyes as Lucius unceremoniously deposited the cleaning gear on the other corner of the ship for someone else to complete. 

Izzy had been about to stand up from his seat and just take his leave before they could argue more, but the scribe was headed back for him. The surprise of that offer coming up again shown on his face. “Oh mother,” he muttered under his breath, standing up quickly.

He fidgeted with the cravat at his neck, as if he’d suddenly felt it was too tight. The image of the last sketch session he’d walked in on was still burned into his brain. “This is your fucking problem. Relax? We’re PIRATES. We don’t get to relax. Not really.” He wasn’t yelling exactly but he sounded stressed, flustered even perhaps as he’d stammered through his words some. God. He sounded like Edward. Telling him to take a breath because Izzy was always wound so tightly it was no surprise how often he snapped at people. Yet he was looking Lucius’ face over, trying to find proof that the man was just trying to trick him. To get him into a compromising position of some sort. To use it against him with the rest of the crew. In fact he half expected them to be hiding, ready to pop out and have a good laugh if he said yes. 

Standing between the two canons with Lucius standing in front of his escape, he side stepped either way until he could get around the man, hands raised up in defense in an almost ridiculously dramatic fashion. He took four steps towards the door below deck before stopping and sighing harshly. “Fine. But I’m not taking my fucking trousers off for you.”

@piratress​

[survivoirs]

@piratress  asked: [ CHALLENGE ]:    in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

Izzy had perhaps been feeling a bit paranoid about the way Lucius was scribbling into his notebook. Perhaps more than a bit. He got like this at times. Stress. Not enough sleep. His headaches. He didn’t know. Anyone else might have just assumed the scribe was catching up on the events of the day that he’d been unable to document earlier. Izzy on the other hand, assumed more malicious intent surrounding his own presence below deck. As if the words were about him. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. He was determined to find out and ease his mind regardless. Not even out of ego reasons. Sometimes it just felt like everyone was out to get him.

Boots thudded against the floorboards as he closed the distance between himself and Spriggs. Without a word, Hands snatched the book right out of Lucius’ hands to try to read it. “What the hell are you—“

His words were cut off with how quickly Lucius reacted. Hands gripped at his shirt to spin them and shove him up against the wall. The first-mate looked beyond surprised by this.“This log is for the captain’s eyes only unless he or I choose otherwise.”

Izzy instinctively tried to step forward and away, only to be met with a forearm across his chest to pin him there harder. Izzy actually whimpered quietly, eyes wide and pupils growing in size. “What—fuck…” he stammered quietly, their faces close enough he could feel Lucius harsh breathing against his skin. Stunned, he stopped breathing, as if that would clear his head. Or if he breathed the other man in he might lose his mind. A moment passed before Izzy took in a breath as he’d felt the start of feeling light headed. His senses came back a bit and his face was pink. No. He still felt dizzy. But not like how he got at times. He felt dizzy in an almost good way being this close to Lucius. Which made no fucking sense considering what the man had just done.

In a few seconds that felt like minutes, Izzy’s gaze had hovered over the man’s lips. He’d done it before but this was the first time he truly realized he was. Felt the butterflies in his stomach. It made him forget he was supposed to be angry for a moment. Lucius’ lips look surprisingly soft. No. Fuck no. What the— His thoughts cut off at the realization and sheer panic spread across his features. “F-fuck. I’m sorry. Fucking take it,” mumbled Hands, shoving the book into Lucius’ chest as he was finally able to get his wits about him to shove the man back enough to slip out. Izzy’s foot caught on Lucius’s and he tripped forward and down onto his knees for a moment before scrambling back up to hurry up the steps to the upper deck in the dark.