#seaheir

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Mamma's waitin' to tuck her in As she fumbles up those stairs She smiles back at him Draggin' that teddy bear, sleep tight Blue Brown eyes and bouncin' curls

[ashenheir]

❀ for a forehead kiss ( from flint to abi. )

A sweetened ‘goodnight Captain’ was never a-miss without the signature forehead kiss. It was always the same, in the same spot - warm, and his mustache tickled the pale porcelain skin where it brushed. It boded protection, care - and was the slightest reminder that her caregiver, McGraw, was always in there. That this monster Flint had not swallowed his soul whole and darkened every last inch. He was still her tender father figure, and it was her and only her now who seemed to see this side of him. Swaddled into a thick blanket, tucked away into the hammock aboard the Man O War’s captain’s quarters was Abigail’s resting place night after night. And this night was no different like any other as her doe brown eyes rested gently with the sweet affection that lingered against her skin. This night, however, she’d giggle softly as the gingered man would pull back, curling the blanket up round herself further to turn face his way. “You need your rest too, Father. You’ve been up too long. But you’ll sleep well when you do, won’t you?”

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