True to his word, though with an admitted measure of reluctance, Stede will arrive at Edward's side with a surprisingly vicious looking knife in one hand and the ripest mango he could find peeking out of the impressively deep pocket of his jacket.
"You know," he says in a measured tone, "we could just eat the mango?"
True to Stede's prediction, there's a distinct bleariness around the edges of Edward's entire being. It takes a beat of simply squinting for Stede to come into proper focus.
"We could."
Which would also require pulling out his own knife--which, despite the grogginess, chops off zero fingers.
Stede winces, thinking that fruit might actually be a very good decision for the man in front of him right now. "Eat it normally, I should say. I could go have Roach cube it up for you right now." And maybe also see how hard it'd be for him to invent Pedialyte, because damn he looks rough.
[ This is exciting-- is it weird that it's exciting? A grown man looking forward to climbing a tree. If he had told himself this only a few months ago it would sound absolutely crazy.
[jack was a friend of ed's. jack was a friend of ed's, and any friend of ed's was a friend of his. (well, captain hands aside, but that was a complicated can of worms that stede tried not to let himself open.)
and that's all ed was to him. a good friend, sure, but just a friend, and stede can't for the life of him figure out what's wrong with himself. he's short, extra testy with the crew (some of which keep exchanging vaguely knowing looks that make him feel extremely out of the loop), and he figures it's easiest to just blame on the mere existence of an interloper. this was his ship, dammit.
it's mid-afternoon when jack falls asleep (passes out, drunk) in a shady spot on the deck. stede has called ed into his quarters, ostensibly to chat about their guest, but so far he's mostly just managed to look incredibly sour as he paces around his own bookshelves. ]
You have to admit he comes on strong.
[ the tone he uses sounds like he's midway through a conversation, like he hadn't noticed he'd been dead silent until then. ]
[It's brilliant, really. It's still occasionally odd to turn with the expectation of seeing Izzy and find the man's not there, but it's brilliant to find himself still immersed in the strange luxe life of being friends with Stede while also having long lovely hours to spend in the staggering familiarity of raising hell with Jack. It makes sense of things. It settles pieces of himself--all the pieces, all the facets, all the sides he did and didn't know he had.
It's a little less brilliant, however, that Stede seems entirely put out this afternoon. Still, that isn't enough to stop Edward from feeling perfectly content as he finds his way into his now-habitual spot half-sprawled on the divan, sore and tired and a little pleasantly buzzed, watching the other man pace from a contented sort of drowse.]
What, Jack? [Give him a moment to shake into the conversation he wasn't aware they were having.] That's half the charm.
[Edward absolutely is up there right at this moment, although his own provisioning had been a single bottle of cheap whiskey. He'll unsprawl enough to accommodate the new arrivals, both man and hamper.]
[He's not the most graceful on those last couple of steps but he's getting better about it. AS he settles and cracks that basket open, Stede puts on a thoughtful frown like he gently disagrees.]
Hm, I don't know. Seems a bit sunnier up here if you ask me.
[ Whether Stede knows or not, Ed certainly paints a vivid picture of the whole affair, doesn't he? Thank goodness they're not having this conversation in person due to fantasy cell phones or this being a modern AU or whatever, or Stede would've had to excuse himself out of politeness by now. ]
Yes, quite so! A good long rest after exerting oneself is vital to maintaining a man's health and vigor.
[ Cut to a flashback of Stede's marriage bed with him happily snoring away while poor Mary is still awake and looking for all the world like she wishes she were anywhere else. ]
Not in those exact circumstances, of course. I can't say I've ever experienced anything quite so indulgent as what you're describing. On Valentine's or any other day of the year.
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"You know," he says in a measured tone, "we could just eat the mango?"
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"We could."
Which would also require pulling out his own knife--which, despite the grogginess, chops off zero fingers.
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phone tagging... no idea where the word "bad" came from in that tag
phone exposing its anti-mango bias smh
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[That's new. Well, not new, but new in the context of this warm clean scent and soft fabric under his fingers.
Edward laughs in a soft huff, gloved hands flitting briefly to catch hold of Stede's cheeks before dropping to help with the buckles of his own belt.]
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Leather doesn't seem very breathable.
[sort of just blurted, a ridiculous attempt to fill the empty space between them as the belt comes loose.]
You're welcome to my closets, you know.
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I don't expect he would
the real old leathery kind, is it
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Yes, bound in soft leather. Although a lot of the covers are cracked now, from lack of care.
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everyone has their faults
haven't tried in some time, but I've been assured it wouldn't go well
deals with the devil and all
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And deals can be broken. Least they don't call you the devil himself.
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if everyone else behaves
[listen: some people just need to be stabbed. educationally.]
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[ But also please don't get blood on her dress. ]
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good
maybe climb one as well
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Thank you!
Then again a lot of things would. ]
And climb we shall!
Probably something very tall
to make up for lost time.
o7
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insert the looking-up icon i keep talking myself out of making, and now that we're here i'm lazy
we hate that we relate but here we are
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might be a bit subtle from a distance, though
bit just like a blob of black until you're right up close
HAHAH WHOOPS
You’re one to speak. We have a uniform for a reason and all that. Never let us down before.
#relatable tho
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lmk if this works!
and that's all ed was to him. a good friend, sure, but just a friend, and stede can't for the life of him figure out what's wrong with himself. he's short, extra testy with the crew (some of which keep exchanging vaguely knowing looks that make him feel extremely out of the loop), and he figures it's easiest to just blame on the mere existence of an interloper. this was his ship, dammit.
it's mid-afternoon when jack falls asleep (passes out, drunk) in a shady spot on the deck. stede has called ed into his quarters, ostensibly to chat about their guest, but so far he's mostly just managed to look incredibly sour as he paces around his own bookshelves. ]
You have to admit he comes on strong.
[ the tone he uses sounds like he's midway through a conversation, like he hadn't noticed he'd been dead silent until then. ]
delightful \o
It's a little less brilliant, however, that Stede seems entirely put out this afternoon. Still, that isn't enough to stop Edward from feeling perfectly content as he finds his way into his now-habitual spot half-sprawled on the divan, sore and tired and a little pleasantly buzzed, watching the other man pace from a contented sort of drowse.]
What, Jack? [Give him a moment to shake into the conversation he wasn't aware they were having.] That's half the charm.
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[Edward absolutely is up there right at this moment, although his own provisioning had been a single bottle of cheap whiskey. He'll unsprawl enough to accommodate the new arrivals, both man and hamper.]
Same as the weather down there.
always feeling these fools <3
Hm, I don't know. Seems a bit sunnier up here if you ask me.
[He's just happy Ed, don't rain on his picnic.]
Brought a bite you might enjoy!
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really
chalk it up, then
[his ego is already gr8 but sure keep adding]
a few times
simple things
Izzy's cheek
Ivan's wrist
Fang's shoulder
[his most important people, so]
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oh! that's reassuring. let's make a date of it then!
do i need to... prepare anything? supplies?
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how would the sharks know that
you send them fussy little invites about it
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it could be
[just to be clear and correct on all points!!]
but a man needs a rest now and then
you know how it is
[does Stede tho]
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[ Cut to a flashback of Stede's marriage bed with him happily snoring away while poor Mary is still awake and looking for all the world like she wishes she were anywhere else. ]
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