John Silver (parody)

“My name is John Silver…and I’ve got a long fucking memory.”

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

“My name is John Silver…and I’ve got a long fucking memory.”

Descriptive/Literate/Novella
•AU/MV/RP21+
•#BlackSails
•Crossover/OC Friendly
•⚠️TRIGGER WARNING
•NO MINORS
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[The Wolverine @FurorEtUngues]

"I'm the best there is at what I do...
But what I do best isn't very nice."

•Literate|Descriptive|Novella
•RP21+
•MDNI
•#MarvelRP #XmenRP #CrossoverRP

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

I artfully step around his quip, my fingertips idly fidgeting with a tawny lock of his hair.

“It is…”
I flicker another glance at his chest,
“truly.”

I draw in a dramatic sigh,
“I hardly /ever/ complain, really.”

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

"How surprising."

A subtle tick of my brows accompanies the murmured rebuttal. At least he isn't complaining about Mister Ashby anymore. If anything, I can consider that a win in my favor.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

My lips twitch into a poorly stifled smirk before I open my eyes, flickering a glance at his chest; unwilling to move any further from the comfort of my spot.

“Well, I must say…”
I shift again, a soft grunt as I sell the fib,
“I’m /quite/ offended.”

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

My arm settles around him; the only movement offered.

"The fact that you were going to say anything is enough to refuse it."

The response delivered with the faintest smile.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—grown so accustomed to my mischief that he /anticipates/ it…

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

A soft smirk tugs at my lips to stifle a laugh before I lift my brows, my tone heaped with feigned innocence.

“‘No’?”…
I scoot closer, pressing my cheek to his chest,
“You don’t even know what I was going to say…”

He may not need to. It’s quite possible that my partner has—

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

"No..."

Murmured lazily, eyes remaining closed and relaxation uninhibited.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

Notices @ObdurateCaptain attempting to lie peacefully in bed, so, naturally…I set my book aside and settle against his chest. Peace and quiet? Absolutely not…

[🌹The Phantom🌹 @GrislyVirtuoso]

"I cannot begin to describe the flattery..."

While the words are delivered plainly, there is a fair amount of amusement to accompany them. After all, one cannot argue that he is a curious creature to have in one's presence.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—partner…my sights lower to the side with the realization that I must avoid the two of them ever having the chance to meet, for that very reason…

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

Blissfully unaware of the irritation I’d caused—because, let’s be honest, I’d developed a rather impressive penchant for irritating him in our earliest encounter—I continue to saunter around the room.

“Well, I’m not, really…”

I turned in place until my sights met him,

“I—

[🌹The Phantom🌹 @GrislyVirtuoso]

/Take in an opera/....

The choice of words is enough to make me cringe. How vulgar an insult.

"I hadn't guessed you to be the sort of man who would be interested in art."

Or anything else that required a semblance of etiquette to muster.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—suppose I was more interested in pestering /you/ than anything else…”

A soft shrug accompanied my smile as I admitted my absolute inability to leave the man in peace. If anyone could console him on such a plight…he would find a most understanding ear in the company of my—

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—“Quiet” isn’t necessarily the word for it…”peaceful,” perhaps, would do it more justice. A deafening kind of peace that made me wonder what Paris’ famous phantom is up to…

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

“Is it…?”

I tick my head as a smirk crawls across my lips, my fingers idly fidgeting with the edge of a marble statue nearby.

“Things seemed rather quiet…”

I draw in a dramatic sweep of a breath,

“So I thought to myself, ‘wouldn’t it be nice to go take in an opera…’”
—

[🌹The Phantom🌹 @GrislyVirtuoso]

"Monsieur Silver...

What a surprise."

Though the /kind/ of surprise has yet to be determined.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

I dare say it’s been too long since I’ve pestered @GrislyVirtuoso …I think I’ll stroll into his theater for a little ruckus…

[Barrow @ConnivingButler]

Don't pity me...

Don't you dare pity me.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—to mind, my tone smooth and dripping with sarcasm as I lift my brows.

“/That/ isn’t /nice/.”

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

My brows twitch with a tick of my head.
“Well, I—“

I pause just long enough to flicker an icy scowl at my beloved, a downward pull of my lips as I failed miserably to disprove his claim.

My mouth opens with a false start before I finally resort to the only retort that comes—

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

—the ONLY thing classifying the man before me as a pirate was his presence aboard that ship. And his astonishing ability to weasel his way onto it in the first place.

"You might add, as well, your exceptional careening and navigation."

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

The advance of a laugh slipped past my lips, forcing me to stifle the rest of it for the sake of my facade. Though it was hardly without truth.

"Pick one."

I shrugged lightly.

"Pick both, for that matter."

My brows lifted with enough sincerity to acknowledge the fact that—

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—in the galley…”

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

“I see.”

My brows twitch as I accept the fact with feigned surprise.

“Well, I suppose…hang on…”

My brows notch for a moment before they lift above widening eyes,

“‘Among other things?!’”
A smile pulls at my lips as I cross my arms over my chest,
“And what kind of things—

[Charles Vane @ObdurateCaptain]

— fearsome.

In fact, they would have an easier argument in saying that Betsy was more suited to the task.

[John Silver (parody) @Cunning_Silver]

—might you be refraining from mentioning?”

I sweep a glance over the billowing sails above us as I muse,

“My…aptitude in the realm of rigging, perhaps?”

Please. I’ve never touched those sails, and I don’t imagine I’d be permitted to anytime soon…

“Or maybe it’s my skill—