// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
The rich sound of her laugh and the warmth of the moment isn't one that gets to remain nearly as long as he'd hoped. The easy smile he offers, unwavering in his belief that she could not only repair this, but improve it, wavers at her first rising words. "I'm not—" but his voice peters out under the weight of confusion as she continues to backpedal. The 'ew' in particular lands like a stone thrown into the little pond of clarity he thought he'd gained. It hadn't seemed like a far cry to think she'd do it when she offers all the rest of herself for her region—and it made sense, more than the other ideas he's had, about why she ultimately fell for Jack.
He struggles to rise up alongside her, the gown cinching him down thanks to his own weight. He now feels entirely stupid in it, the giddy shock and the glow of absurdity fading as she blushes, and frowns, and waves her hand about. He cuddles an arm over a pillow instead to serve as some manner of shield for the gaping neckline of sequins. "Oh," he says quietly, 'brows rising up with the surprise of her age and the firm refusal of that truth. "I thought...that was maybe how it all started with you guys," he sighs faintly, another assumption about her and Jack disrupting them.
His gaze has wandered to the edges of her, his free hand brushing the corner of the pillow he's clutching with idle energy, and all the while his thoughts stumble over one another in a race of guilt. The last thing she says though, a punctuation of damage forming, that brings him fully back to her. His fingers still over the cloth, and he grips her hand firmer as his eyes cradle hers with steadily growing horror. "No," he breathes, hoping it carries enough of his certainty to reach her before she curls in any further. "No, not to hold onto power. I just—I know you go to tremendous lengths to preserve this place. You've put your life on the line." Maybe more honorable than her tits, but very devoted all the same. "And I know that bribes come in more than just purses," case in point, all the ones she'd listed previously, which weren't a direct exchange of money, although they surely helped the captain profit. "So I thought...given everything between you and Jack, maybe that's where the bruises came from." They'd never quite gone into detail about what she liked yet, and she'd told him she didn't want it that same way, but it certainly seemed like the mark of a man receiving payment and safe harbor.
He struggles to rise up alongside her, the gown cinching him down thanks to his own weight. He now feels entirely stupid in it, the giddy shock and the glow of absurdity fading as she blushes, and frowns, and waves her hand about. He cuddles an arm over a pillow instead to serve as some manner of shield for the gaping neckline of sequins. "Oh," he says quietly, 'brows rising up with the surprise of her age and the firm refusal of that truth. "I thought...that was maybe how it all started with you guys," he sighs faintly, another assumption about her and Jack disrupting them.
His gaze has wandered to the edges of her, his free hand brushing the corner of the pillow he's clutching with idle energy, and all the while his thoughts stumble over one another in a race of guilt. The last thing she says though, a punctuation of damage forming, that brings him fully back to her. His fingers still over the cloth, and he grips her hand firmer as his eyes cradle hers with steadily growing horror. "No," he breathes, hoping it carries enough of his certainty to reach her before she curls in any further. "No, not to hold onto power. I just—I know you go to tremendous lengths to preserve this place. You've put your life on the line." Maybe more honorable than her tits, but very devoted all the same. "And I know that bribes come in more than just purses," case in point, all the ones she'd listed previously, which weren't a direct exchange of money, although they surely helped the captain profit. "So I thought...given everything between you and Jack, maybe that's where the bruises came from." They'd never quite gone into detail about what she liked yet, and she'd told him she didn't want it that same way, but it certainly seemed like the mark of a man receiving payment and safe harbor.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
