Bishop's Reaper

FRANK. 25. [all gifs and photos are not mine unless it says so]

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Flora - Frank

[florastoker]

Accepting it gratefully, saying a soft, “thank you,” she let him help her into the coat. It swamped her, his 5’11” frame much larger than her petite 5’2”. Pulling the sleeves down her arms so they covered her hands, she raised an eyebrow at him. “I might need to grow into it a little.” But it served it’s purpose, covering the exposed skin and making Flora far more comfortable. 

She was grateful it was Frank she was helping, many others wouldn’t have noticed that she wasn’t used to displaying skin, or that she wasn’t confident doing so. Frank seemed to know what she was thinking and feeling, and hadn’t responded in a way to make her anxious before. She doubted he’d do it in the future.

She gave a warm and grateful smile, his words were so kind. Never failing in their kindness, really. “If you say so.”

[watersfrank]

Frank had to let out a genuine laughter when he saw his coat literally swallowing Flora whole. He could barely even see her in it. That was when he really noticed the difference in their heights and sizes. He chuckled at her comment and nodded in agreement. “You sure do,” he said, folding up the too-long sleeves on the coat for her.

When the continued to walk towards camp, Frank held his index finger against his sore thumb, keeping a slight pressure on it. “How far have they gotten on the ship-building-project by the way?” he asked, suddenly remembering that.

[captainbrimms-blog]

"I see — but, ah, how wold you know if you forgot everything if you didn’t remember?"

[watersfrank]

Frank was about to comment, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there with his mouth half-open. "I-" he glanced aimlessly to the side, as if he was thinking. "You're purporsely confusing me.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Flora - Frank

[florastoker]

Looking down at her already tattered shirt, she scrunched her button nose. “I think it was already pretty ruined…” However, the showing of skin somewhat embarrassed her, and she tried to pull down the fabric to cover herself, but it was to no avail. Shrugging it off, her ears warm and cheeks rosy, she welcomed Frank’s weight on her shoulders again. 

She rolled her eyes at his comment, smiling to herself. Frank’s belief in her was heart warming, and occasionally even made her braver. It was a worryingly rare occurrence for Flora to be confident, but for some reason Frank seemed to trust her, and thought she could do it.

"You know I don’t think so," Flora shrugged, "I help where I can, but I’m not needed or anything."

[watersfrank]

Frank saw that Flora tried to pull down her shirt to cover her stomach, and that a tinted red color appeared on her cheeks as she didn't manage. Coming to think of it, Frank felt very warm, so he removed his arm from around her shoulder, so that he could shrug off his uniform coat. "Here," he offered her the jacket, so she could cover up if she wanted to.

"I know, I know," he nodded, knowing that she in fact didn't believe in herself as much as she should. "I can assure you, that if you weren't on the Bishop with us, we'd all miss you. Not only just your presence, but your help."

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Flora - Frank

[florastoker]

She frowned slightly at the blood still coming from his finger. Could she remember overhearing Harvey saying anything? Something about pressure. Her attention was drawn away from the crimson that leaked onto his pale skin. There had once been a time when the idea of touch had repelled her, but with Frank being so careful all the time, it wasn’t such a bad thought any more. “Yeah, yeah you are. Sorry.”

Nodding slowly, Flora was relieved he understood her worries. Suddenly the surgeon’s words popped into her head and she carefully reached for his hand, taking it in her own, applying a soft pressure before the cut. “You need to do this, so, uh, the blood stops oozing out. You might need to keep it covered so it doesn’t get dirty either.”

Flora let go for a minute, pulling at the already weakened seam of her shirt, she pulled, ripping the fabric higher than she had meant, revealing her flat stomach. Ignoring that for the moment, she took the cloth and wrapped it around his finger. She looked back upon her handiwork, fairly chuffed with her what she’d achieved. Glancing up to Frank, she grinned, “I knew I’d find something I’m slightly useful at doing eventually.”

[watersfrank]

Frank watched as Flora took his hand in hers again, examining the wound like she would have been a nurse. A small smile stretched across Frank's lips and he nodded slowly. Flora had always been one of the helpful ones. If someone was hurting, feeling bad or anything, she'd always be there to make sure they got better as quick as possible.

When Flora ripped off a piece of her clothes to cover up his miniature wound, he couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Oh, Flora. You ruined it," he chuckled, nodding down to her revealed stomach. But then she wrapped it around his finger, and he could already feel that the warm piece of cloth helped. 

"Eventually? Flora, you've always been useful and helpful," he told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder again, letting her walk closely to him. 

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Theodore - Frank

[theodore-king]

     Theodore’s mood seemed to sour with each step he took andgiven his was wondering aimlessly about the island a dark cloud had formed overhis shoulders. It had never been his intention to sit, or rather walk, and sulk but there was little doubt that Theodore was doing just that. In fact he had done little else for the past few hours, days, although at one point the siren had caught fish and sulked at the same time, quite the multitasker. Nonetheless through all of the self-pity and moping that Theodore was doing silently he’d ended back at the beach. The closer you got to the water the more the salt clung to the air and nothing would ever be quite as soothing as the deep blue sea.

    It could have been the sight of the sea or a figure at the water’s edge that pulled Theodore fully from his own pessimistic world but it didn’t truly matter cause for the first time since the ordeal began he felt truly more like King again. “I wouldn’t stick your feet in the water I’ve heard fish, and other creatures, piss in those waters,” Theodore called out as he approached the figure. The siren knew all too well that sailors and pirates alike didn’t care too kindly for the ocean at times, not that Theodore cared much better for the land they walked.

    Without invitation Theodore sat down somewhat beside Frank legs too stretched out, ignoring his own poor advice and sticking his already bare toes into the white foam. “Name’s King I don’t believe we have met before,” the siren finally cared to add with a twist of his usual conceited grin and a confident hand outstretched to shake the stranger’s. Theodore glanced over the other as if trying to gage whether or not he might know the truth of the natives, more importantly whether or not he could try and start something. The latter Theodore hoped would not be true he was still trying to come to terms with his last few encounters.

[watersfrank]

Frank had imagined coming to a small beach like this to be a relaxing and private experience. He imagined laying down on the sand, closing his eyes and perhaps even drifting off a little bit. Listening to the delicate sounds of the ocean, waves, birds and leaves moving in the wind. He was obviously mistaken. What did he expect though, being on an island where danger was practically surrounding him.

His moment of relaxation was interrupted by the most random comment ever. It made him immediately pull his legs out of the sea and turn his head to where he heard the voice coming from. "Who's there?" he blurted out, internally praying that it wasn't something deadly.

Then he saw a male figure coming out from the trees, slumping down right next to him just like that. He glanced down at the outstretched hand. It was a polite gesture, so Frank couldn't really take that as a threat. He took the hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "Your name is King? Are you sure that's not your title?" Frank attempted to pull a joke, but he realized quickly that it was a bad one. "Sorry. I'm Frank," he then said.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Daphne - Frank

[daphnehallows]

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[watersfrank]

The second Daphne had removed her dress, Frank took his time to examine her body thoroughly. He didn't have the chance last time. His fingers roamed up and down her sides again, before he focused his eyes on her face again, returning the kiss. 

The kiss deepened, more than it had been doing already. And Frank moved his hands down to her bottom, softly caressing her skin. Humming into the kiss, Frank pulled her closer to him, so their torsos met, skin on skin.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Daphne - Frank

[daphnehallows]

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[watersfrank]

Frank helped Daphne while she tugged his shirt off, making it just a little bit easier. Feeling a woman's touch directly to his skin felt so damn good as well, he couldn't remember the last time. He let out a satisfied sigh and ran his hand over Daphne's thigh. 

As they continued making out, Frank moved his hand slowly up underneath her dress, lightly tracing his fingers across her smooth skin, up her side. "Your turn," he whispered with a smirk, referring to the dress.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Daphne - Frank

[daphnehallows]

A shaky moan escaped her lips and her body shuddered at the feeling. Daphne ran her fingers through his hair and arched her neck so that he could have better access. 

Daphne couldn’t think. Her mind was racing the heat never subsided from her body. She laughed. “I can’t—I can’t think.” Daphne reached down to pull at the ends of his shirt. 

[watersfrank]

Frank breathed out with a chuckle, looking at Daphne with a small grin. "That means it's working," he said, tracing his finger along her collarbone. Honestly, Frank didn't know what had gotten into him. He, amongst others, were stranded on a mysterious island in the middle of nowhere, and here he was, making out with someone who wasn't even human.

But his urges got the better of him, and he acted upon them. Frank's hands moved down to her lower back, softly roaming them around as he leaned in for another kiss.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Frank and Penelope

[penelopexrivers-deactivated2015]

She took a quick breath before proceeding to hold it. What was she supposed to do? If she came out he might hurt her and if she stayed put he might hurt her. Of course if she stayed put he might think she was planning something. 

It was times like this when she wished Ian was here. He always knew what to do in situations like these. She’d always prided herself on being independent, strong but when it came to tense situations like this her mind went haywire. Her thoughts grew muddled as she struggled to come up with a logical situation. 

She could always scream. They were next to the water, surely someone would hear her call but if she did that then he’d be a goner for sure. They’d kill him before he was even aware of their presence. She took a deep breath. That was not an option or at least not an actual option more like a last resort ‘he’s going to kill me’ option. 

She felt her legs move and suddenly she was out in the open. It was as if her body had made the decision for her or that her body was ahead of her mind. “I wasn’t trying to spy.” The girl said, after a moment of hesitation. “I was there already,” She gestured towards the tree. “It was simply convenient timing.” She said with a nervous laugh. Would he attack? What if he didn’t believe her or thought she was a spy of some sort? She swallowed, hoping that he’d believe her. 

[watersfrank]

As nobody seemed to respond to his question, Frank just assumed it was a bird anyway. He was probably just being paranoid, considering he was stuck on an island surrounded by God knew what creatures and dangerous threats. But then, suddenly Frank saw a woman's figure lurking out from behind a big tree.

Automatically, Frank stood up from sand, briefly wiping his dirty pants before he looked up at the young lady again. "No?" he lifted an eyebrow and glanced at the tree she was hiding behind earlier. "Alright then, I believe you," he said, flashing her a genuine and reassuring smile.

[mikahatash-blog]

He stepped forward still, pushing the blade closer to the man before him, “You are not then, just a phantom, a ghost, aren’t you?” He laughed, shaking his head, “You always were the sort, weren’t you?” Mikah asked, “Never got over the fact that I was better than you, even in death. Stand down, Samuel, or die once again at my hand,” He said. It wasn’t possible. Samuel was too close to death when he sent him tumbling into angry black and churning waters. No man could survive that.

[watersfrank]

The hand Frank was holding the gun with started shaking a bit, either because he was nervous, afraid or excited. Frank couldn't recall ever feeling this way before, but something about the man ahead stirred something within him. "I'm as human as I can be," he stated, wondering why the hell the man was rambling about ghosts. The words 'die once again' hit him in the face like a brick. Again? "My name's not Samuel, and I have never met you before. Shut up," Frank muttered, loading the gun which was still pointed at him.

[yesitsgracie-blog]

"Everyone, I imagine, although my heart belongs to the Lady. She’s captain."

[watersfrank]

"Ah," Frank nodded at the familiarity of the name. "You're one of Lady's,"

[mikahatash-blog]

"Then what are you doing here?" He asked the figure before him, unsure if it was really the man he once knew, or this island, playing tricks on him, "Are you one of them, the things that hang from that cliff, Samuel?" he asked, "My past here to haunt me?" He said, stepping back at the sight of the gun, blade still raised, "You always were a cheater, weren’t you."

[watersfrank]

"I'm not doing anything," Frank let him know, his voice tense yet confused. His eyes were stuck on the man before him, why was his face so familiar? "Samuel? Who's Samuel--" Frank swallowed, still holding his gun firmly in his hand. A bad feeling rushed through Frank's body, just by the presence of this man. "What the hell are you talking about, stranger?"

[captainbrimms-blog]

"I wonder why that is. Isn’t that terrifying — to have memories blur together until you’re no longer sure what’s occurring around you? Are you going to forget this too?”

[watersfrank]

Frank tensed up a little at that, but then he just shook his head and huffed out a laugh. "No, it's not like I forget everything. Just a few things slips out I guess," 

[captainbrimms-blog]

"Well, congratulations, mate. That’s exactly where we are. Tell me, are all Navy chaps this well informed, or am I just lucky to run into you? I can’t believe, at one point, I actually viewed you lot as a threat.”

[watersfrank]

"I'm pretty sure you're just lucky to run into me. I forget things pretty easily," he explained to him.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Frank and Penelope

[penelopexrivers-deactivated2015]

Humans were fascinating or perhaps it was simply everything was fascinating to her. Since realizing that coming on to land regained her sight she’d spent every minute she possibly could there. She loved watching and doing mundane things that most people took for granted. Everything was better with vision.

But while she enjoyed being on land it still brought her a slight sense of anxiety so in order to remain on land but still be undetected she’d climbed up into a tree near the water, here she had a perfect view of both the ocean and the forest. She’d been up there nearly an hour, gazing up at the sky and birds when she’d heard it, a noise as if someone was approaching. She felt her senses go into red alert as she moved closer to the center of the tree. 

It was a man, walking towards the water. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. She hadn’t interacted with many humans in her time. She knew the horrible things they’d done and for safety had kept her distance, however she’d never been this close to one before. She heard him make a small noise then sit down in the sand. Was he alright? She scooted forward in the tree, peering down to get a better look. He wasn’t facing her so she couldn’t tell.

She climbed a few branches lower, still careful to remain close to the trunk in case something were to go awry but on her decent she cracked a brach and it made a noise. She panicked, moving around to the other side of the tree so she’d be more hidden and closed her eyes tightly, praying he hadn’t heard the noise. 

[watersfrank]

Frank sat back in the sand and relaxed, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He had walked for hours after all, so he was extremely tired in practically all of his muscles. Frank absentmindedly groped his hand down in the dry sand, holding it up so he could watch the sand run down smoothly in between his fingers. Weirdly enough, it was a soothing feeling.

He watched the waves brush up over the sand and his toes. It was cold, but it felt nice, considering the sun was sitting high on the sky, practically burning down on him. 

While he was sitting there, caught up in his own weird thoughts, Frank heard a loud breaking noise coming from one of the trees further back. Quickly he turned his head towards where he heard the sound, being prepared for the worst, be it a dangerous creature or a person out for some trouble. But Frank saw nothing but branches and leaves, barely moving in the wind. 

He furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging to himself, figuring it was just a bird taking off or something. As he was about to turn back and look out at the ocean again, he saw something in the corner of his eye, something behind the tree. That was when he became cautious again. 

"Someone there?"

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Lady - Frank

[theladynarissa-deactivated20150]

Lady twirls one of her daggers before sliding it back in it’s sheath. “I understand that. I’m always armed as well. Life is too dangerous not to be.” She smiled and then spread her arms wide to indicate the beach. “I’m looking for freedom and space. I just needed to not be around familiar faces. Do you know that feeling, Frank Waters?”

She starts to walk again, still facing him, a grin across her face. He’s cute and she hates men yes but she can deal with him until he annoys her enough to make her want to run him through. Then she’d split. “I hate being landlocked. What are about you?”

[watersfrank]

Frank scratched the back of his neck as he was nodding, clearly agreeing with her. "I surely do know that feeling, yes," he said. Being a sailor, it wasn't always much time for privacy, considering there were so many people onboard the same ship, leaving not much space to be alone. 

He looked around on the beach, watching as the dry sand got washed with water, turning it wet. Some of the water even went as far up to where Frank was standing, brushing over his toes. Hearing the Lady speak again, Frank moved his focus over to her again. "I do too. I want to be back out there on the sea," he said, sighing.

[watersfrank]

Exploring // Flora - Frank

[florastoker]

Unlike most others, Frank’s touch did manage to soothe her instead of make her uncomfortable. She smiled to herself, hoping that he didn’t see the warm little blush that had come with the closeness. Flora had been watching him pick at the leaves constantly, shelling them of the greenery until it was only a skeleton. He hadn’t noticed which type he was picking from as he went, and so she made a noise when he went for the throned thicket.

She rolled her eyes and laughed lightly, “you better not let that clumsiness be your downfall on this island.” Flora’s smile faded a little, scared that the joke could come across as more insulting that anything. “I mean, I don’t think it would, I shouldn’t have said that, or anything.. It was a silly mistake the, uh, thorn, and me saying that! I should stop…” her voice trailed off as her face became closer to beetroot than a warm pink. Hiding her face in her hands, she apologised. “I’m sorry, just rambling on.”

[watersfrank]

Frank's laugh stilled softly when Flora mentioned that a silly mistake as the one he just made could cost his life. He swallowed and glanced down at the new drop of blood that oozed out of his finger. Once again he wiped it on his shirt before looking over at Flora again, hearing her rambling. "Hey," he said, rubbing her arm again as a genuine smile formed on his lips. "I'm still alive, am I not?"

"I understand what you are saying, though. I should be more careful. For all I know, that plant could have been poisonous," Frank agreed, hoping it'd calm her down again, as it seems she started stressing for saying what she said.