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Heard you've got a new tattoo.
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2:45 Read.
3:05:]
Do you want to see it?
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If you're offering. Your cabin?
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Absolutely not.
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[SHOW HIM THE GOODS]
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Why do you care so much all of a sudden
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Blackbeard has dozens
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Though I have to wonder how many of those he received pinned to the floor with his cock half-out?
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Most of them. I’m sure he would be happy to tell you about it.
So why don’t you save us both a headache and cut to the point if you take issue with what happened, Bonnet. I’ve done nothing wrong.
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Oh, no, no issue. Ed and I talked it all over, you see. After our little chat.
[You know the one.]
It's just that Ed told me what he used to make it. The effect that it has.
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And
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What happens if one were to touch it?
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We both know what happens.
Are you propositioning me Stede Bonnet.
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[And he is having a major adrenaline rush right now holy shit?]
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Does Edward know about this?
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That's my one condition, actually. Ed would quite like to be invited next time.
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You do realise how fucked up it is to ask me to play prop in your martial fucking bliss yeah
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[Although now he can sort of...see how he would think that, yeah. Oops.]
Of course, if it's a no, we never have to speak of it again. On my honor.
[He's really making a mess of this, ugh.]
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I don’t understand why this is happening
Fuck it where are you
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My cabin. I'm alone at the moment.
Action but fuck brackets
He growls and scrubs his face with his hand before pocketing his phone and pulling himself up. No idea where Ed or Lucius are on this little boat, but he’s been perched out on the back of the small quarterdeck. It’s a bit stupid but he’s been missing his wings. He’d quite like to jump and glide away right now.
But no, no instead he goes to see Stede. Certified fucking mad man.
Izzy knocks at the door twice with his knuckles before opening it anyway, not waiting for permission to walk into what feels like a big fat trap.
A beat. He looks unimpressed from his position leaning in the door jamb.
“I’d very much like to know what exactly it was you’n Edward discussed.”
FUCK BRACKETS
"Of course. Have a seat, if you'd like." He gestures to the little table and chairs occupying the space across from the bed, crossing to sit at one of the chairs. He is, at the least, fully dressed this time. "Mainly what we discussed our individual encounters with you that day."
He was sort of impressed that Izzy managed to get kisses from the both of them in such a short span of time, truth be told. "Both of us were afraid the other might be angry, of course, but we resolved that in short order. Ed seemed rather fascinated by my own account, of course..."
His gaze wanders to Izzy, trying to gauge his expressions. It's hard to know how far is too far with the man, and then how far is far enough on the other hand.
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Reluctantly, very reluctantly, Izzy crosses the room, closing the door behind with his foot. Sitting makes it feel weird and formal and civilized, so he stays standing and elects to do so behind the offered chair - hands resting on the seat's back. If he wants, he can leave quickly and there is a physical barrier between them. Not a conscious choice, but it makes him feel safer.
Is he in trouble, here? Ed doesn't seem to be present. There's quite a lot that has happened between all of them and it's all happened extremely quickly. Just the thought makes him dizzy and his guard is, naturally, on very high alert. He isn't sure if he's in danger, here. He isn't sure if he wants to be. That's a frightening thought.
"And?"
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"Well," Stede hedges, "we made an agreement. To see what happens, so to speak. Anything goes, as long as we're honest with each other about it." He chuckles. "Although, hilariously, it was Lucius who alerted me to the whole tattoo situation first."
Which...he didn't mean to rat Lucius out, but he honestly thinks it's kind of hilarious. He takes a long, slow inhale to wind himself up for the next part.
"But as for where the two of us stand, I'm afraid I'm a bit confused."
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