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@willixmbush
Independent roleplay blog for William Bush of the Hornblower saga. Books and show based, canon divergent at times. Side blog to @perfectmetaphore all follows back will come from there. Mun is 25+ and prefer to write with 21+ for own comfort. NSFW themes will be present.
@willixmbush said to archie : ❛ do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower … ❜
the day the answer to that particular question becomes no, is the day archie will permit himself one more backward glance before promptly walking into the sea. there is no merit to the claims that he has lost his mind somewhere between the treacherous past and the current hopeful present. not when seemingly simple invitation leaves his heart fluttering. frantic and needy and above all eager.
❝ william, dear william, are you trying to seduce me ? ❞ wiggles himself into the door, as if he is only eager to get away from the rain outside ( maybe he is, but soaked clothes are quickly forgotten when he is offered something warmer. ) ❝ should i politely wait on the bed for you to finish up, or would you like me to join you ? ❞
The state of you, my love, he thinks as he watches the beautiful man, turned drenched rodent, shuffles into the doorway with him. He cannot help the smile, he gentle series of soft laughter as he reaches out to press the softest of kisses upon one brow. Hands shift to take his face in his hands, thumb trails over a cheekbone.
"My dear, I shall like to invite you under a stream of warm water, for you must be positively freezing under these clothes"
William does not wait for a reply, does not wait for Archie to make up his own narrative, for he takes his hand and leads him into the bathroom. Before long, he shall have this man warm, this shall be his goal for the night.
He has yet to turn on the shower, has yet to remove his own clothes, for now his full attention is on his beloved. The man that has chosen so generously to become his partner for life.
Perhaps he is a little too gentle in how he helps Archie out of his dripping clothes, perhaps he presses soft kisses against revealed skin, or lets his touches linger a little too long. Who can blame him?
Who can blame him for the love he holds for this man?
"You are aware umbrellas exist, yes?"
A tease, soft words followed by a loving smile.
❝ william, love, i do mean it ⎯⎯ ❞ archie is not the actor he once was when he leans closer to whisper in the other's ear. not as in-tune with the character he is requested to play, not as familiar with the act of burying down that which is always eager to claw itself to the surface. the officer they expect him to be is supposed to be stoic and firm. the lovesick fool that is his true nature, on the other hand, is passionate and fluttering and above all desperate for reprieve. ❝ ⎯⎯ you cannot look that exquisite in your uniform and expect me to behave myself. ❞
@willixmbush gets something scandalous pt two.
Hand rest upon the small of his partner's back, it is a short touch. Nothing of notice to those around, but the two of them. A brush of fingers, then nothing as his hand falls back, both now clasped behind his back.
Archie whispers in his ear and William cannot help the look as if he cannot quite believe the suggestive talk so openly in public. He doesn't mind it, in fact, he wishes only to indulge more of it. A blame he will put solely on Archie for having such an effect on him. So, of course, he sends a half smile, almost a smirk, his way.
"But I do, expect that of you, Mister Kennedy,"
It is not spoken with malice, nor annoyance. No, on the contrary, it is spoken in a tone to match the other. Suggestive, an invitation to allow disturbance access to this proper posture of his. Live a little, William. He sends another glance his partner's way, gives him a quick little look over.
"All though, admittedly, you don't look so bad yourself"
And there the smile, crooked, becomes a smirk. The movement is subtle, but he shifts closer. Close enough for their arms to barely brush against each other.
it's because of him that she has always known what to do. it was william's hand that guided her through the motions of the first steps and new experiences. william's experiences that shaped her own, his magic that held hers in the same way he had done when her step was still unsteady. never once did she condemn him for this ⎯⎯⎯ not once did she think less of him due to the slow-drip-knowledge of age pooling down at her feet. how could she ?
❝ i know you do, ❞ has no doubts about it, for she knows his love is true and genuine. ❝ but a cage is not a natural thing, and being safe and careful does not mean being hidden. ❞ surely he knows the distinction between the two.
follows the butterflies with her eyes, moving her fingers to give shape to a few more flowers for them to land on. knows not how to be anything but a refuge ; how to be anything other than a safe place for those whom she loves to land. feels strangely full when he laughs, and when her statement lands in the comfort of his understanding. perhaps her worth is tied to his happiness. ❝ they are stronger than us, you would not wish to quarrel with them. ❞
wraps her hand around his. holds it, even when there is no direct need to do so. holds it, because she wants to. ❝ what . . . what did father say when you told him ? i have always wondered. i imagine that he was proud, but i can't be certain if my vision of him is based on tales, or on the man i wish for him to have been. ❞
When did she grow up?
It has always been so easy to see her as the young child in need of his advice and protection, but now. Now he isn't so sure anymore. Soon, it is he that will have to come to her and ask for her advice rather than the other way around. The wisdom she holds in her hands, the knowing look in her eyes. He almost doesn't want to let her go.
He is also very proud of her.
At the same time there is guilt buried within him. To think that, in his absence, he has missed out on so many experiences in her life. So many times he has not been present, but rather has had to listen to her revelations and stories connected to her reach of adulthood. Dear God, how he wishes he can take that back. How he wishes he can turn back time and be there for her throughout it all. Be the older brother he is supposed to be.
She takes his hand, her skin warm and alive against his. Dearest little sister, how you have grown.
Indeed, a cage is not a natural thing.
"We never had much of a conversation about it, me and him. He acknowledged it, there was pride, of course, but he was worried. He knew the path I wished to take, and you know how superstition goes at sea..."
It was never about keeping it hidden, simply to control it enough. Keep it from view and rather rationally explain why he could so easily sense the murmur within the heavy woodwork onboard. Or the ripples of the ocean floor. William has always been sensitive to the movement in the earth, as if a whisper pulling him towards the core.
"Perhaps we shall visit his resting place one day soon? I believe it is due to a change of fresh flowers"
@willixmbush to archie : [ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them
child of morning tries to rise. but he is no longer just a child of the rising sun, nor the birds singing in the trees ( and, oh, how kind it is to wake once more to such simple pleasures ! ) he is something more for as long as he is adored. something beyond the stretch of a faint calling to cherish the morning. morning shifts, the world swaying like a ship's dance, sees him back in strong arms. keep him there where he is most at peace. ❝ good morning to you too ! ❞ laughs, careless and joyous and above all, true and honest.
archie has always been cursed with the misfortune of a short span of attention. plagued by the dreaminess that comes with a free mind and an escapist nature. yet he stills, not at all unlike a cat quite content with the offered affection, pleased to sit and be still underneath tender hands. does not even complain about being suffocated ⎯⎯⎯ only nuzzles closer to william with a soft sigh. ❝ you have great, time-sensitive plans for today, i see ? what shall we do first . . . climb a mountain, or ride wild horses all the way across the country. ah, do not fear, we could easily do both if we leave within the hour and make haste. ❞
Steady as the earth herself is he. Calm and collected, knows every inhale and exhale of the gravity around them. The shift in the bed is felt long before his partner moves, but he gives him a head start before he once again pulls him back down, back to his side, and under the soft warmth that is their bed.
The touch is gentle, even so the strength he hides under skin and mortal flesh is well felt, for he can so very easily ease his beloved against his chest, followed by a shower of kisses against exposed neck.
His face is buried into Archie's chest then, curls wild and no longer as tame and proper as they usually are. Doesn't matter in the presence of his husband. They have seen each other at their worst and their best, and yet, their love shines as bright as ever.
"You wish to climb a mountain?"
William's voice is rough, still heavy with sleep. He looks up, gives the bright blue eyes that meet him a curious look. It is like sharing a bed with an eel some days, restless and without a calm bone in his body-- something that always fascinates him, for William himself is still and slow unless it calls for action. He has always been so, careful and sturdy.
"And which mountain do you have in mind?"
There is a playfulness in his words, and despite how sleep is still present in his features, he rolls them over so that Archie comes out on top with a lazy smile on his lips. It is innocent how his hands wander at first until they land on the small of his back, and then a little lower.
Jamie Bamber as 4th Lieutenant Archie Kennedy and PaulMcGann as 2nd Lieutenant William Bush
Hornblower, E5: Mutiny
A little Mutiny/Retribution Bush queue appreciation for your Wednesday morning.
@willixmbush & victoria : ❛ magic requires taking in order to give. it will keep demanding parts of you. ❜
❝ you sound like our father, ❞ wrong. songbird has no clue what the good man sounded like, but knows william like the back of her hand, better than she knows the feeling of the earth at her back and slipping water between her fingers. can imagine it ⎯⎯⎯ the remnants of their father slipping into the behaviour of the son. waves her hand to pluck half-truths and fairytales out of the air, spins them around the stems of flowers not yet in bloom until they burst in the palm of her hand with life. ❝ and you make it sound like a bad thing, but isn't that the whole point of it all ? ❞
turns now to look at him, to see the brother rather than the forced-to-be father. ❝ to give. we can't always take without reason and not expect to give something back. that's what fairies do ! ❞
The earth sighs a pleasant hum as buds bloom into vigorous life. A gift happily accepted it would seem from the harmonious hum that seems to be vibrating under their feet and throughout their garden. There had been no straining, the magic had come so naturally that William found himself in awe, and it is perhaps for the first time that he realizes that his sister is no longer a little girl. Of course, he knows this, but it hits him harder in this moment shared between them.
"I just want you to be careful, Victoria"
He worries. They all know he does, but he has no idea how to turn it off anymore. He has held onto their father's responsibility, taken it upon himself as is expected of him. As the world is expecting of him. But deep inside, he knows very well that this family will go on strong even without him.
William meets her eyes, gives her a smile which feels slightly foreign to him. When did he forget the ability to smile a true smile? He raises his hand, palm up and from the tips of his fingers flies emerald green butterflies.
"It was... frightening, when these powers first awoke in me. Unable to really control them, it did not take long before mother and father found out. I was so ashamed until I realized that this has been in our family's bloodline for generations. That this is as natural to us as breathing..."
There is a soft green light around them now, the butterflies have settled on the flowers, some are still swirling in the air around them. He follows the trail of the soft light until it eventually fades and disappears. There is peace within him then, as if he's just released a breath he's been holding in for weeks.
"You're right of course. We must abide by the laws of nature, for I would prefer not to start a quarrel with the fairies"
A soft laugh which seems to remove lines of hardship from his face.
Such epic eyebrow action deserves its own post.
@hatigave said ❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ | Archie
Ocean blue eyes widen ever so slightly. TAKEN ABACK by such a suggestion. He should be used to this by now, used to his partner's wild heart, and he is, truly he is, it is simply the fact that it still catches him so off guard, so much that he is left speechless.
The slightest of smiles, an almost smirk, tugs at the corners of his lips, and he moves over to Archie. Hands on his hips, fingers resting so tenderly there.
"I would not be opposed to such an idea"
It is whispered so softly, yet with the smallest hint of a rougher undertone. A kiss, then, to the corner of his lip, smirk widening further.
Paul McGann in Swallow Your Dreams (2021)
Happy 62nd Birthday, Paul McGann! | 14 November 2021
hatilead:
❝ i was waiting for you to come home , actually . ❞ 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 . not yet willing to rise , yet still making preparations to do so . it is loss which settles in his bones and lungs when william isn’t home during dinnertime / when nights are spend alone in a bed too large for simply one man . 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 . ❝ but you don’t have to cook if you’re tired , i’m sure i can make us an omelet or something simple . ❞
unlike his partner , he himself has not been blessed with the gift of cooking ; no feeling for such a thing to truly make something worth eating ; too quick to disregard recipes and step off script . ❝ or i can simply stand before you in the kitchen , make it impossible for you to reach a cabinet . i must warn you , i do demand a kiss for each request to move . ❞
Fingertips reaches to rest against firm jaw. Thumb brushes against the jawline, soft, yet with a subtle hint of a stubble underneath. THE SMILE STAYES, brightens up sharp features, there blue eyes seeks out lover’s own. Tonight is a celebration. Not only for William’s return, but for Archie’s achievements as well, for he is proud. Proud and in awe of the man he calls husband.
“You needn’t wait much longer, beloved, I am home, safe and sound, and I am very capable of cooking, despite my disheveled appearance. However, I do require that you accompany me, you are my strength after all”
He lets out a sigh, CONTENT AND RELIEVED. This home, a safe haven for them both, secured and protected, and William would fight with all his might to strengthen that safety, to ensure that Archie shall never again be harmed.
✩ 2nd Lieutenant William Bush recovering behind bars
𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 , it is the promise of the fall which leaves bitter aftertaste in the back of his throat . demands to be felt in the way salt poured into a wound does ; the same way a flickering candle promises pain to wishful outstretched palm . 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 . spine is straightened by the weight of the world which rests ‘pon his shoulders , young man not yet blooming underneath fathers’ gaze . ❝ i have heard about your successes . ❞
conversation about work comes easily . duty not a burden to those raised underneath its watchful eye . 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 . ❝ a few captains have spoken highly of you . ❞
@willixmbush / this starter call + james
Norrington. The name is not unfamiliar to him, for it rests on many lips. The grandness of the senior, the brilliance of his son, and even if he would have been more than happy to sail with one of a lesser name, or even a vessel of his own, it is an honour to be regarded in such a fashion that he now are standing in the presence of James Norrington.
His back is straight, arms rests behind his back, mirroring the composure of the younger man. It would seem they are both TRAINED UNDER STRICT EYES, which is not uncommon in their line of work. Yet, he dares a smile, only a slight tug of lips, upon the words spoken in his regard. A hint of his sarcastic nature.
“I do know my way around on a ship, for sure. And yourself, Commodore at such a young age, quire impressive”
hatilead:
𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊 . clings to the last shred of hope of light offered in dark world . edges of his being are still blurred , raw and bleeding / he is not yet made whole again after nightmare stripping him of humanity . but he is , if nothing else , halfway there . 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 . weak , compared to his usual beaming glow , yet , it has to do . it has to . for now . forgive me my love , i tried .
❝ basil would be nice . ❞ speech grows slurred . leg falling asleep as steadily as his heart calms . surely his husband must be feeling the same ( slight tug on heartstrings . william should not be sitting on the floor , not with his leg ) 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 . motion of fingers through his hair soothing , mesmerizing , calming . everything he has ever wanted or needed . ❝ fine , no art then . ❞ a chuckle as he leans up to kiss lover’s cheek . ❝ i won’t be able to sleep again , how about you get into bed , try and catch a few more hours ? i’ll just go make some tea , out of a bag , like the peasant i still am until you get us some home-grown mint . ❞
Expression softens at the kiss against his cheek. THE GENTLENESS, and though his heart aches for the fear, THE TRAUMA, he knows his beloved suffers from, William has confidence that Archie will battle through them. That his strength will shine through the horror, and if he so wishes, William will stay by his side through it all and fight alongside him. He married this man to keep him safe and loved, after all, and these vows he has sworn to keep.
“Tea sounds lovely, if you don’t mind the company? The chamomile I bought the other day should do the trick for restlessness”
Goodness, why is it that every time he hears his sunshine laugh or chuckle that his heart tightens with PRIDE AND AFFECTIONS. Calloused fingers brushes lovingly against his arm, dares to put a little more strength into his touch, yet not too much.
William knows within himself that if he ever meets those responsible for Archie’s pains, he will be unable to hold back. Inside there hides a soldier, a battle born soul.
fuckyeahpaulmcgann:
Damn, he looks good here.
William Bush, Lieutenant, from Hornblower
