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[finethings]

[It's nearly two weeks to the day since The Blowjob when Stede finally gives in to the curiosity burning in his chest, and breaks the radio silence between them other than what's been strictly necessary. Just a short text, because he can't stop thinking about the photo Lucius sent him, and what it means.]

Heard you've got a new tattoo.

text; private un:Basilica

[ninetoes]

[Ugh.

2:45 Read.

3:05:]

Do you want to see it?

[finethings]

[Rude to keep a man waiting, Izzy!]

If you're offering. Your cabin?

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[It is by design. But. Hm. This has not played out the way he wanted it to. He assumed Bonnet would say yes in which case Izzy would send him the selfie he just took of him flipping off the camera and call it a day.]

Absolutely not.

[finethings]

Well. In that case I defer to your preference.

[SHOW HIM THE GOODS]

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Why do you care so much all of a sudden

[finethings]

I'm merely curious. I've never had a tattoo before, after all.

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[He calls bullshit]

Blackbeard has dozens

[finethings]

That's true.

Though I have to wonder how many of those he received pinned to the floor with his cock half-out?

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[Aaaaaand there it is.]

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.

[finethings]

[wait actually or—]

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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[That sounds extremely ominous.]

And

[finethings]

And I'm terribly fascinated by the idea.

What happens if one were to touch it?

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[What in the fockin frilly frock-]

We both know what happens.

Are you propositioning me Stede Bonnet.

[finethings]

You know, I think I rather am?

[And he is having a major adrenaline rush right now holy shit?]

[ninetoes]

[Holy shit is right what the fuck??!]

Does Edward know about this?

[finethings]

Well, yes. Like I said, we had a nice little chat that day. Neither of us is very good at keeping secrets from the other.

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

[finethings]

Izzy, you wound me. I thought nothing of the sort!

[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

[finethings]

[Neither does he? Stede's not sure when he started to lose his damn mind but he thinks it was Blowjob Day.]

My cabin. I'm alone at the moment.

Action but fuck brackets

[ninetoes]

Day one for Izzy who has clearly been losing his fucking mind since the night he arrived.

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

[finethings]

When Izzy enters, Stede is near the window, tending to the small assortment of plants he's been accumulating over the past few months. Being an Emerald means he's got an affinity for plant life, and he's very much enjoying having a greener thumb than usual. He glances up at Izzy and sets down the little glass mister bottle he's been using to water his succulents, turning away from the window with his hands folded patiently in front of him. He fixes Izzy with a smile. Such nice manners will go a long way with Captain Bonnet.

"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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Mm, yeah he had a feeling that's what this is about.

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?"

[finethings]

Stede doesn't object to Izzy's choice to remain standing, simply folding his hands in front of him. He's itching to make tea, but he's got Izzy's attention now and he's not of a mind to waste it.

"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."