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come_sailaway2022-06-10 01:16 am
touchofcashmere) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-10 01:16 am
Camp Idunwanna
Who: Stede, Skulduggery, John Watson, Ayato, Effie & You?
What: Cabin shenaniganry catcall
When: Duration of the Event
Where: Scorpio Cabin/Camp Aion
Warnings: None Yet
The cabin is at least a tidy one and Stede, once he has managed to get some measure of calm, has made little name plates, with paper and tape, to stick to everyone's assigned bunk. He has the bottom right, closest to the door, so that if anything or anyone should come assault them in the night, he will be there to confront them.
Feel free to use this log as you like, either as inhabitants of the cabin or visitors thereof!
What: Cabin shenaniganry catcall
When: Duration of the Event
Where: Scorpio Cabin/Camp Aion
Warnings: None Yet
The cabin is at least a tidy one and Stede, once he has managed to get some measure of calm, has made little name plates, with paper and tape, to stick to everyone's assigned bunk. He has the bottom right, closest to the door, so that if anything or anyone should come assault them in the night, he will be there to confront them.
Feel free to use this log as you like, either as inhabitants of the cabin or visitors thereof!
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Ed tries to shush him, even going so far as to risk putting his hand over Stede's mouth (swear to god, mate, you bite my finger and I have to lose it like Lucius, I'm going to...). Hell, he attempts to direct the knife away since the blade doesn't look dangerous. It's more of a blunt stabbing sort of weapon, the kind of thing that'd require some force but could get the job done especially at something as soft as the neck.
It's a butter knife. He thinks he even remembers where to put it in a table arrangement.
"And yeah, I know I would. You'd never let me hear the end of it."
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Oh thank god, it's Ed. He reaches up and pulls that hand down.
"You scared the balls off me... God..." He's never going to settle down at this rate. And then another thought and he sits bolt upright.
"Did something happen? Is someone hurt? Has it started?" He gropes around blindly for the butter knife again but can't seem to find it.
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"Nah. Your man on watch has you covered." He pushes gently on Stede's chest to urge him back down with soft shushing noises. Ed's knee is protesting to kneeling, so he rises up to sit on the edge of the bed. It reminds him of their first true meeting.
"I just--" Wanted to check on you, see if you needed anything from me. Needed to see you to make sure you were okay. "--stopped by to say hi."
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It's comforting. Ed's presence usually is when they are getting along, and here in the dark, even when chaos might erupt at any moment, he can't help but be soothed. Coming to say 'hi' is a bit unusual, especially this late at night, but Stede isn't going to argue.
"Hello..." he murmurs and finds Ed's hand in the dark to loosely grasp his wrist in a comforting way. It's not holding hands exactly. It's just a gentle, congenial, friendly touch.
And then softer:
"Have you been having trouble sleeping?"
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He's almost comforted to know Stede's in relatively ...good hands. Not safe hands, no one is safe from being murdered by friends, but Stede's cabin crew seem like a good enough bunch. Maybe when death starts, it won't be too brutal. Maybe they'll make it swift. Maybe. Nothing is really comforting, but seeing his friend alive and well and tucked into bed is as close as it comes in this world. In the dark, with the cabin behind him and only Stede in bed in front of him, he can almost pretend they're back on the Revenge.
Ed hums. "Hadn't really planned to sleep much." The phrase I'll rest when I'm dead comes to mind, but he won't say that aloud. Not to Stede. It won't be funny right now and would hit too close to a healing wound. "You?"
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"But you can't get by on no sleep. That's not good for you. Here." He gives Ed's arm a tug. "Lie down and get some shut eye. I can watch over you." And maybe he wouldn't succeed in the doing so, but he would defend Ed with his life.
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"I can," (get by on no sleep) he insists, but he comes dutifully when tugged, laying down over the blanket, shoes still on and all. Something cold and metal pokes him in the thigh and Ed fumbles down between them to fish up the butter knife with a look of annoyance at the thing. Once it's tucked under Stede's pillow for safe keeping, however much use it'll be, he allows himself to rest his head down next to Stede's on the edge of the pillow.
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"Take off your shoes too. Get comfortable." What he wanted was the saffron robe to tuck about Ed's shoulders, but the blanket would have to do once the shoe situation was taken care of. "Come on." And to prevent resistance, he'll sit up and attempt to take the strange shoes off himself. Not the first time he's taken shoes off reluctant feet though before now they had belonged to his children.
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"'m comfortable," he grumbles, because random raids in the night have taught him to keep himself dressed and ready for a fight at all hours. Ed nearly kicks him when Stede fusses over the shoes, but he resists, swinging his feet off the bed to kick the damn shoes off instead. Fussy prick, he thought affectionately. Should the socks stay on? What were the taboos for that if you don't have shoes on-- Whatever, the socks also came off, and he tucked them into the shoes in little wadded up balls. Blackbeard did NOT fold things on principle.
Ok, he did fold Stede's nice things when necessary.
But not socks. Who fucking folds socks?
He situates himself back onto the bed properly, feeling awfully naked in the shorts and teeshirt, and very bare legs and feet, in a room with a handful of other people (one of whom is awake (Ayato)--two if he counts Stede also) and in a bed too small to be shared.
How the hell is he supposed to sleep?
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But then he is a polite host and looks away and is glad that it is too dark for anyone to see his face.
Then, because Ed is sleeping and not him, Stede slips his way from the blankets and gently lays them over Ed's form.
"There we are. Perfect. Now you just get some rest." And the sight of him bundled up with his hair spread on the pillow is-- oddly adorable.
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"Mate, you've got a man on watch duty. You can sleep, you know." If we die, we die.
See you in the morning, he thinks. Either here, or back on the ship, reviving from death. He scoots back just a smidge, purely for practical reasons, so as not to fall off the bed, and echoes their goodbye from the evening of the party.
"Night night."
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Though it doesn't ultimately matter if Ed sleeps. Besides which... he doesn't particularly want to sleep right now. Too much of a coward to face the dreams, though that's all they are.
"Night night." He'll have to thank him somehow for this. And maybe apologize a little one day. Tell Ed the truth of it. But not soon. "Sweet dreams." And he'll sit himself up, leaning against the corner between the bed post and wall and watch - for all the good it does.
alright fine, now not a gagtag
Sadly, as asleep as he is right now, sleep is not necessarily a thing that lasts. If anything loud occurs, he'll be throwing off the blanket and up ready for a fight.
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It doesn't help that he's beautiful too. The terrible and terrifying Blackbeard, utterly relaxed, eyelashes feathered on his cheek, face relaxed. Stede hesitates a moment, making sure no one ca see before he gently brushes some of that soft hair from his face- then softly combs his fingers through it.
It awakens in him a feeling he'll try his best to forget, a kind of longing as deep and wide as the sea.
If only he could do this forever.