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!

Comments

[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.