"Are you as surprised as I am that I'm the only one behaving myself?"
|Independent Adaptation
|Descriptive•Literate•Novella
|AU•MV
|RP21+•MDNI
|#BlackSailsRP#POTCRP#HistoricalRP
|Dark and Mature Themes
|Possible Triggers
|DM Writer
“I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer…I got the cure to everything.”
Descriptive/Literate/Novella
•AU/MV/RP21+
•#Xmen
•Crossover/OC Friendly
•⚠️TRIGGER WARNING
•NO MINORS
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"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.
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.”
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.
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—
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…
“If you really like an argument…we really should see more of each other.���
Descriptive/Literate/Novella
•AU/MV/RP21+
•#DowntonAbbey
•Crossover/OC Friendly
•⚠️TRIGGER WARNING
•NO MINORS
*First name of this character changed for personal preference
—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."
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—
“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—
"Among other things... that is exactly what I'm saying."
The admission accompanied by the faintest trace of a chuckle as a smirk ticks along the corner of my mouth. While my lover's attributes exceeded in other facets of our lifestyle, no one could ever accuse him of being—
I skim his expression only to find that he isn’t any closer to accepting my suggestion than the ocean was to drying up entirely. The second I made eye contact with him, my facade came tumbling down, a laugh fluttering into my voice,
“Are you saying,”
I offer a squint,
“That—
Protection.
From him.
On MY ship.
This was a rare form of shamelessness, and one that I truly began to question my ability to contend with. After all, I had barely managed to withhold my amusement thus far.
"Riveting as that option may be..."
The slight lift of my brows—
The smile that had been so comfortably resting on my features vanished without a trace, as though even it were unwilling to challenge his rebuttal.
“I see…”
A twitch of my brows lowered my sights to the toe of my boot as it brushed at the floorboards beneath it,
“You—
—If no other reason than my own stubbornness to never concede. The question was... what in god's name could ever top such an idiotic statement?
"I dunno where it is either."
The answer delivered casually with a nonchalant shrug of my brows.
The pause that falls over the exchange exists purely from the dumbfounded awareness of the dramatic lengths my partner will reach for the sole purpose of winning an argument.
He doesn't know where it is???
That's a stretch. Even for him.
I knew that it required an answer. —
The moment—and I mean the absolute moment—I hear my partner’s voice, I’m certain I’ve won. The drop of his shoulders as much as cements that notion, so much that I hardly hear the obstinate little finish to his “compromise.” My smirk had long since grown into a satisfied smile—