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[ninetoes]

Mm. Not loving that.

Granted he and Stede threaten each other all the time. They square up and bark and fight with crossed blades and crossed wills, each of them keen to take the other down several pegs if not off the board entirely.

That hasn’t changed much. The threats are still absolutely real.

Seems fair, Izzy thinks but doesn’t want to say. After all he doesn’t think he’s betrayed Edward. Fucked him off, yeah, but it was for his own good.

Doesn’t matter in the end. They’re here now. It was for nothing.

It’s better here, something murmurs in the back of his head. He isn’t ready to admit it just yet.

“Then give me a reason,” he says instead, voice sharp. Izzy makes no move to investigate his cup of tea. No sugar or cream. No frills.

Technically..traitor may be on the cards but he will not tolerate being told as such or having that hung around his neck like Judas. If pressed, he would do it again.

So much for a productive conversation. The threat lands and burrows deep into all Izzy’s worries and insecurities.

“These taste fuckin’ awful,” Izzy decides (not they don’t, it’s delicious) and lets the scone flip out of his hand onto the table, pulling himself up to his feet.

“Fuck this, I’m out.”

[finethings]

Stede almost feels bad. They'd been doing so well, hadn't they? Not ten minutes ago, he'd had Izzy writhing and moaning beneath him, and now they're back here, all sharp words and cold voices. He'd feel bad except it feels like restored equilibrium, and that alone keeps him from relenting. Breaking down and asking for Izzy to stay. He doesn't need it. They don't have to be friends, or like each other, as much as that goes against everything Stede stands for.

It would be nice, to like each other. But that will take some time, he's sure of it. He can't push it.

He watches the scone tumble to the floor in a crumbly mess, watches Izzy get to his feet. "That's alright," he says mildly, as Izzy goes for the door. "I licked that scone before you ate it."

[ninetoes]

The barb lands perfectly between two of Izzy’s ribs and he gives a noise of kneejerk, spewing venom.

He turns on his heel and takes a step back like he’s going to flip out and fucking throttle the poncy bastard but he doesn’t.

He also doesn’t have a come back, but fully believes it to be the truth.

“Fuh-!!! You also taste fucking awful!” Izzy growls and flips the bird before rage quitting the entire interaction.

[finethings]

Stede just grins as Izzy leaves, hissing and spitting, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the table after he's gone. He enjoys the rest of his tea and scones and thinks about what's just happened.

Was it productive? Maybe. Was it fun? Absolutely. He can't wait to tell Ed.