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" Every day is an adventure! It's the most thrilling thing~" ( I offer you an Sanji because pirate! Sound interesting to explore)
Murtogg looked to them with a quirked brow and a goofy grin on his lips. They were right and he knew it. Everyday was an adventure when you were a pirate. Thrilling, daring, fun, dangerous, and everything in between. So he glanced to them and nodded. "Yer right about that. I mean, everyday is an adventure when you're a pirate." He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past his lips before shaking his head, now looking toward the vast sea as he stood on the ship's deck.
A sigh escaped him, wondering what adventures were ahead for the crew. So, like an idiot he asked. "Wot do we got planned for today?"
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Anon Hour! Send my Muse asks about anything! Specify the Muse if multimuse.
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“reinstatement to your former rank and status, all rights and privileges attended. and i think a promotion is due as well.”
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im gonna need to get real. and also a clue. and also a grip
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Murtogg grinned, his gaze looking down to the ground then back up toward James. He really wanted to show his partner ( and lover ) how much he admired and cared about him. However, he wasn't entirely sure how for the most part. He had a few ideas that was for sure but which was the best? Dinner? A dance? Time alone in their flat? Going on a date? There were so many it wasn't easy for Richard to choose from.
"Well, I suppose I could show you how much I care about you." he began, a brow arching in thought. His oddly goofy and sheepish look was a bit .. awkward but Richard was an awkward man. "Romantic dinner maybe? Or .. or we can go someplace else? Spend time at home?" He clearly wasn't the best in planning things on the fly, but his heart was in it, that's where it counted right?
Murtogg's heart was racing wildly in his chest, Norrington said yes to him. Something he could've only dreamt of, but this was very real. Richard was loyal to a fault, willing to do anything for the sake of his friends and even more-so for someone he loved fiercely as much as he loved James. True the man was a bit awkward in social graces but his determination was beyond compare. Now that he managed to get the man he loved to see something good in him was enough to make him fall harder for them man.
As the kiss continued, he only broke it the grin stupidly at his fiancé. "I'm glad you do." he gave him a few more peppered and excited kisses before kissing him again a bit more passionately than before. Hands still cupped his lover's cheeks, thumbs aimless rubbing them in affection. Heart racing still in his chest. He let it linger as long as time ( and James ) would allow before slowly breaking it. Nose touching his, "I want to show you how much I really do love you. Can I -- show you?" he whispered.
James couldn't help but chuckle at his fiancé's antics, as they kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Until James needed to breathe at least. Or they both did. James ached for the affection he's being lavished with. hands moving up to run through Murtogg's hair.
Then he's drawing back and James peeks an eye open to gauged if something was wrong before blinking in curiosity. " Show me? I- ah.. of course you can show me? You.. can show me anything you like, darling. I'm going to be yours aren't I?"
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Karl Grove is a gay icon.
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sorry i've been MIA. had some personal issues to deal with. i am very slowly coming back to my blogs.
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I keep my life's earnings in a pot because the banks can't be trusted
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Murtogg took a few breaths as he tried to calm himself from his tiny fit he had thrown in frustration. It just seemed everything was against him after he died. The world had changed and he wasn't sure he knew how to cope with everything. It was just different. Then he had been looking for James this whole time and when he found the man, he changed too. The deceased marine knew his former lover and commander had changed but he wasn't sure if it was for the better. Good God, why was everything so ... difficult for Richard? It always had been difficult for him even when he was alive. Now even more so.
As he watched his own hand trying so desperately to touch his former lover. He really did mean it when he said he missed being able to touch people ( and vice versa ) and just ... having a conversation with people. "I just ... I need help with ... this." Richard replied, looking to his unstable form. It was a bit odd asking Norrington for help, but he needed it. If anyone could help him, he knew James could.
"I -- I know you're dead, sir but you're not dead dead." Richard wasn't going to tell Norrington he'd been searching and vaguely stalking him for the last 100+ years. That would be weird. Well, technically Richard couldn't venture too far from the ocean though ... but he found himself able to be around the former Admiral and couldn't explain why. "I don't know wot to do. I'm lost. Everything's changed. I don't know what to do."
As the object began to fly around the room and break, it wasn't until the ghostly marine heard the words directed toward him. James could see him and hear him?Murtogg wasn't even sure if his former commander ( and companion ) could now that he .. well .. Norrington was a vampire. He only had recently found that out. Oblivious to it for most of the time he wondered around between the living and the otherworld.
He stalled, looking at Norrington for a long while. If he had a heart it would be racing. Hues locked toward the other, "You --- can see me, Sir? Really? I --- I've so much to report you!" Murtogg retorted in a happy tone, however his face contorted slightly. He became very aggressive and destructive lately, and wasn't sure why. He chalked it up with not being seen or heard and this was the first time James noticed him around. That was just because Richard was making a scene, begging for attention. Now he had it, he froze.
Richard slowly made his way toward James, going through a chair in the process. He wanted to say more to him, and only managed to try and touch the man's face. However, it was fruitless and his hand went through the vampire's cheek. A very very faint dampness was left on the other's skin. Murtogg furrowed his brows before finally speaking to him. "I miss talking to people. I miss touching people, but I miss you the most. I mean -- I know you changed and I know what you are now, but I still miss you, Admiral." he admitted. He'd always call him by his former rank[s], it was just something he was used to.
He thought for a moment and looked at the mess he clearly made. "Sorry about the mess, sir. I was -- frustrated. I'd offer to clean it up but I can't." he laughed awkwardly, before titling his head. His form became fairly unstable for a few moments ( like he was fading ) before retuning. "I need your help."
Pleased now his things were finally dropped. Even if a few of those treasures broke.. Norrington watched the emotional turmoil unfold before him, his undead heart heavy with empathy for his former companion. The realization that Murtogg had been suffering in silence, unable to interact with the living or even with him, weighed heavily on him.
When Murtogg attempted to touch him, James felt a faint sensation, a reminder of his humanity long gone. The confession that followed, filled with longing and sadness, touched James deeply. Despite the barriers between them, Murtogg's loyalty and affection remained unwavering.
"It's alright, Richard," James replied softly, with understanding and regret. "I understand your frustration, and I am sorry for the distance between us. You've been a steadfast companion, and your presence is sorely missed."
As Murtogg's form wavered, James reached out instinctively, as if to steady him, though he knew his touch would be futile. "Tell me, old friend," James continued, to try and keep them together "What is it that you need my help with? Whatever it may be, I shall do what I can to assist you, if you can explain what you need.."
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