Camp Idunwanna

[touchofcashmere]

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!

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[saltandpepperbeard]

Ed knows what it's like to be haunted and pursued by nightmares. And even though he knew Stede struggled with that, hearing him say so is incredibly sad. Stede deserves better.

"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.

[touchofcashmere]

"You can take care of yourself is what you can do. It's bad enough without you running yourself ragged." He scoots over to give Ed more room. Not that there's much more room to give him.

"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.

[saltandpepperbeard]

Ed doesn't attempt to take too much more space, just enough to not fall right off the bed.

"'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?

[touchofcashmere]

Stede is happy regardless. Ed does have some very nice legs, bare as they are, they are regardless very long leading into lean hips- and a soft stomach which he can just see as the shirt rides up a little.

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.

[saltandpepperbeard]

Ed closes his eyes. This is stupid. He just came to check on Stede and now he's having a sleepover in cabin...whatever the fuck this one is. Cabin Stede and Friends. This is so dumb. Blackbeard would never be caught dead doing something so...so...ridiculous.

"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."

[touchofcashmere]

"I promised." He can do at least this one thing. Even if it's foolish and useless which it now feels to be. He can't imagine how Izzy Hands would take this image, though he can't imagine not well.

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

[saltandpepperbeard]

Sometime during the night, Ed rolls over, throws an arm over Stede's leg and uses his very nice thigh for a pillow. Nothing pornographic, nothing intense, just his bearded cheek resting on the very comfortable thigh of his friend.

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.

<3

[touchofcashmere]

The suddenness of it startles Stede awake and he is immediately ashamed to have dropped off-- dozed more like. He blinks down at Ed, surprised to find him there, but-- it's lovely really. Aside from the fact that his beard is tickly, the weight of him and the warm push of his breath makes Stede feel...oddly content.

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.