#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau)
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“Do you see where, maybe, that plan might have been poorly thought through?” | GATES @ FLINT. GATES @ FLINT CONSTANTLY
“You aren’t thinking far enough ahead,” says Flint flatly. He isn’t looking at Gates, but out across that flat, endless horizon: hating it, the sea and all she entails, and itching to be back upon it at the same time. “I know what I’m doing.”
And if Gates wants further elaboration than that, well, he’s out of luck as usual - Flint’s already turning away from him, and the squabbling, riotous mess of a crew on the beach.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#holmesdepot: gates#[ the worst part about flint's shit plans is that he's always thinking 20 steps ahead#so his plans are GOOD plans#THEYRE JUST SHIT RIGHT UP UNTIL IT TURNS OUT THEY WORK ]#holmesdepot
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@returned-to-the-sea (from here)
It’s that still and dreamy hour. The night having left her post, the day yet to wake.
Exhaustion creeps through the men, drugging minds and dragging at limbs, everyone slumped against the threshold of then, and next.
Hal finds himself blinking, awake too soon in the thick grey darkness, cocooned in a fug of breath and heat. Grunting a little, he tries to shift, but a weight on his chest stills him quickly.
Too light to be someone dead, too close to be someone to worry about.
He tilts his head, cursing as it throbs at the movement.
Flint, tucked quieter and softer than he’s seen him in months, is gripping firmly to his bare body.
Fuck, he thinks, a fondness pattering in his chest.
Fuck. Fond turns to dread, and tightens around his throat.
He lets his hand rest gently on Flint’s arm, his rough fingers aching to tighten, and pull him closer. Pushes his nose into the wild, hot hair instead, and waits until the sun begins to sneak under the door and pry open Flint’s eyes.
The bastard burrows then, shoving his face right into the soft, sweet skin of Hal’s neck, mumbling pitifully. He knows Flint’s not wearing any breeches. That the only scrap he’s got on is his wide, white shirt, and it drags across his bare belly as he hauls his Captain on top of him. He pins one leg between the knees of his own, and curls his arm around Flint’s back, pressing them chest to chest. He smooths one hand down the nape of his neck, sighing heavily.
“You drank all the rum.”
He wants to keep touching, to tug at the shirt, keep out the daylight and stroke at the hardness he feels between those bare legs.
“All my rum, you bastard.”
He lets his hands drop to his sides.
Flint will leave now, he supposes.
“And then you nicked my bed.”
“Doesn’t seem like you tried very hard to make me leave it,” Flint murmurs. The quirk of his eyebrow goes unseen, face still hidden against Hal’s neck. That heavy hand on the back of his neck makes him shiver, grounds him to himself. The loss of its weight leaves him cold and wanting.
If he weren’t so hungover, he tells himself, he would be rolling out of the hammock already. Extracting himself from Hal’s arms; from his steady heartbeat and the gruff warmth in his voice; from the deep urge Flint feels to roll his hips against the warm, firm thigh resting between his legs. If he weren’t so hungover, he wouldn’t even entertain the prospect of staying here a little longer when there’s work to be done.
Flint opens his eyes reluctantly, lashes brushing Hal’s skin. He wants, quite suddenly, to sink his teeth into Hal’s bare shoulder; the expanse of it is just there. Instead Flint raises himself up a little with a grunt, just enough to fold his arms on Hal’s chest without accidentally tipping them both, and look quietly at him in the rising dawn.
It’s too hot. Hal’s hands haven’t returned to him, and Flint doesn’t know how to ask him to touch again. His eyes flicker to Hal’s mouth, wondering- he wants, badly, to press down against him with his hips- but.
“Why didn’t you? Make me leave.” The quirk of his brow is visible, this time. He doesn’t even try to pretend he isn’t heckling Hal on purpose. “Looking for an excuse to complain at me, no doubt.”
#ic#threads#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau)#returnedtothesea#returnedtothesea: gates#[ SURPRISE HUNGOVER JAMES IS A SHIT ]#[ also i have no idea if this is a Theyre Less Stupid verse or if flint is juST BRAZENLY FLIRTING WITH HIM FOR ONCE BUT HERE WE ARE ]#[ 'brazenly' by flints standards anyway ]
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It has only been a little over a year since I started watching the show and joined the Black Sails fandom. I posted my first fanart exactly one year ago and it was the one above. Thus far I have drawn over 100 of them. I tried different mediums and styles, both for practice and for capturing the essence of the things I wanted to share. Some of them are great, some are silly, some are a bit out of character or not so good in other ways and some ended up surprising me in many ways. All are nonetheless very precious to me.
Under the read more there's a list of all my doodles thus far. Most of them feature Flint, Silver or both of them (there will be more of the other characters in the future, no worries). I have to admit I laughed quite a lot while going through these again. This is a really long post.
This is a list to show what sort of things there are and also for my own amusement and archiving purposes. The list is in chronological order, from first to the latest.
I tried to make this as concise as possible, but the tag/navigation page is here if you want to find something specific or don’t want to go through all this:
- Flint takes care of Silver's leg in the darkness of the captain's cabin.
- Some quick doodles of Flint, ballpoint pen
- Sharkdate cuties (really scrappy doodles of Silver gazing at munching Flint)
- Progress. A continuation to previous pic. Silver holding a cup, covered in blood and looking affectionally at Flint. Here’s a giffed version.
- Silver and Flint go for a night walk in winter and Flint finds the streetlights amusing. Modern Au, beanies and the BS logo
- “See any treasures, Capt'n?” Billy to Flint who is looking at something “shiny” with his spyglass.
- What if Silver stole that certain ponytail and made it into "a rabbit's foot"? And what if Flint had a medallion with pictures of the Hamiltons and later a lock of dark curls... I returned to this idea several times after this, lol. (still secretly wishing that anyone would write a ficlet about this).
- Overload of Blackbeard - several doodles of different adaptations of BB
- Shark hunting. Flint has the shark on his lap and Silver stands in front of him. Composition inspired by that infamous Wolwerine and Nightcrawler cover.
- A gif of Blackbeard with flowers in his beard (I share a birthday with Ray Stevenson, that's why).
- a quick sketch of displeased Jack
- The Red Lollipop. Flint eating candy which is distracting to Silver, inspired by this awesome post (x). Silver steals the sweets and peels some potatoes. Bonus: Randall and Betsy the Cat.
- Draw me like one of your quatermasters... Flint doodles sleeping Silver in the Captain's log.
- Random sketches of Silver and Flint. Learning to draw their faces
- Flint with a horrible mustache and Silver with a long braided beard. (I should redraw this someday..)
- Flint takes Silver for a ride (modern Au with motorcycles). The Walrus gang follows "the flagship"
- Black Sails moomin AU, part I (I had so much fun with these).
The domestic modern beach au serie with 15+ doodles, various characters, inspired by this hilarious post (x).
- Jack takes pictures of everything and Vane ends up buried in the sand
- Silver puts some lotion on Flint (Billy tosses people up in the background)
- Max and Anne Bonny enjoying each other's company
- Rogers is going to get hit by a beach ball "accidentally". Anne, Max, Vane and Jack in the background
- Ben Gunn shows his ship kite to Billy Bones
- Vane and Flint swim butterfly. Silver (*.*)
- Vane flips his hair like a merman, Eleanor is drinking and enjoying the view.
- Mr Scott and Mr Gates enjoy their drinks at the bar while others fight in the water. Max and Eleanor gossip together. Anne and Jack hold hands like otters on swim rings.
- Silver and Flint sleeping on the sun, Flint has a book on his face
- The Ranger Crew swimming. Jack is slathered in sun lotion, Anne waits for him and Vane makes a joke. + Mysterious swimming trunks.
- Silver is the sneakiest shit and likes to creep underwater and drag people down by their legs.
- Silver and Flint eating ice cream + some early sketches in a gif
- the Fucking Warship (minivan) rides to sunset, Vane is forgotten in the sand but do not worry...
- Silver and Flint sing the song "Dynamic Duet" from Starkids' Holy musical B@tman!
- Nooooooooo! Flint shaves his head, Silver doesn't take it well.
- Silver's character development. From little shit to actual scary fuck
- A HUG. (silverflint, done before s4. I really needed a hug)
- Bloodthirsty Bunny & Squinting Squirrel, (furries, i am so sorry)
- Flint brings water to Silver, a scene from the show. <3
- Sweetness of touch. Flint gets his hair/head touched by his loved ones.
The Walrus crew acquires some chicken. A lot of them. And a parrot.
- Billy and Joji are tending them
- people playing board games and ignoring the chickens
- a coc- I mean a rooster between Silver's legs
- Silver holding some chickens and Flint meeting "the Captain Flint"
- Flint gets his ginger crown back...sort of
Chickens, part II. Flint sends his regards. Teach has taken Anne and Jack to fishing and they get a surprise "gift" from the Walrus.
Fanart about Silverfin, a thrilling and unbeliavably funny (nsfw) silverflint fic by @jadedbirch and @zoinomiko (can’t tag u for some reason..).
Go read it :D I made some (sfw) fanart inspired by it (spoilers).
- a comic of the tragic night
- reunion and crowns (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
- (a recap, not really a tutorial) about some of my messy work methods.
- Anne Bonny, without her hat, ready to kick your ass, season 3
- A portait of Max
- Every fashionable pirate captain needs a hat! Silver buys some silly pirate hats. Inspired by @vowel-in-thug's fic (part V, nsfw) and the CBeebies Bedtime Story etc.
- "Support". Silver and Flint approaching the Maroon camp.
- A portrait of Long John Silver on his way of becoming the legend
- Swords and time. James McGraw - Captain Flint. Sword placement comparison, gif experiments etc. (I really like this one)
- A canary. Flint finds a sad-looking caged bird aboard a merchant ship and then reads books to it in his cot. Inspired by @old-long-john's sweet and beautiful fic (x). Also thanks to @captain-flint for spotting the bird cage in s1.
Inktober 2016, 20+ doodles, various characters
- Silver, a sad little face doodle
- A bringer of death and destruction (Flint as an angel of sorts). Quick doodle with a brush
- Silver and Flint. A little doodle with an ink-dipped cotton swap
- "Hungry", Silver and Flint find the whale and prepare to hunt sharks.
- "SAD?" NOT TODAY! There's always Silver Lining. Silly and shitty puns.
- "Hidden", The treasure has been buried.
- "LOST", Silver and Flint look for a bird on board the Walrus.
- "ROCK", Ben Gunn and Billy Bones play rock-paper-scissors. (sorry, still no better doodle of them)
- "BROKEN", Benjamin Hornigold misses his chair.
- "Lock the door", Flint on the floor of his cabin when they were becalmed ;_;
- "TRANSPORT", Anne Bonny takes Jack Rackham to safety on a horse.
- Madi, a little sketch
- "Dufresne admires his new tattoo"
- "TREE", What difference does it make? Captain Naft shares his insight. Froom and Crisp agree. Morley and Randall (+ Betsy the Cat) are not impressed (for obvious reasons...).
- "RELAX", A nice afternoon at the seaside with some of the brothel girls
- A little sketch of John Silver again, because I cannot resist him.
- "Flint has a meeting with Death".
- "ESCAPE", Flint has retired and Silver still sails the seas. Occasionally he visits James and steals some of his baked goods (with some help from his crew and birdies).
- "FLIGHT", a sketch of a parrot on a napkin
- "SQUEEZE", Jack Rackham enjoying his bath
- "LITTLE", a little sketch of Max and Anne kissing in little rain, under Anne's huge hat.
- "Surprise", Charles Vane lurking in the water
- "And then! You won't believe what the.." Hal Gates and Billy Bones spend their free afternoon gossiping and having fun
- "Forget-me-not" / "one dozen", Miranda finds some familiar flowers and thinks about Thomas.
- "BURN", Thomas, James and Miranda, just eyes. Inspired by the powermetal duet "Wish I Had An Angel"
- Oooh, What does my reflection shoooow ~. (Lovable) Little shit.
- Accidents with the spyglass. Flint acts like an asshole, Billy and Gates are having none of it, Silver is yet to learn.
- Death builds a raft and follows the Walrus.
- Portrait of Eleanor, the Merchant Queen of Nassau
- "long johns and puns". Silver is looking for a new pirate style and Billy offers to help.
- Black Sails Moomin AU - part II
- Silver at the wrecks, light and visual practise
- Eleanor Guthrie and James Flint, looking in / out. visual practise, parallels and contrasts
- My Heart Will Go On, but I'll keep your ponytail and get a parrot for my duets. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
- Muldoon's tattoo ;_;
Some of the following have season 4 spoilers:
- Eleanor does some embroidery (of bees and fuck-yous)
- How Silver gets his new crutch (Israel Hands is handy)
- Flint and the Wanderer above the sea of fog
- Flint's mouth saying FUCK infinitely, a gif experiment
- "That's my wee lad, Gimli." Berringer's locket and asshole Rogers.
- For a moment there was a Hat Trio. Teach, Jack and Anne
- Silver and Madi, canon kiss
- The Spare Ginger. Silver doesn't like Eleanor's plan. Madi and Israel Hands try to comfort him.
- Eleanor Guthrie, a green portrait
- Long John Silver must make a tough choice, while Flint enjoys his capture at Eleanor's expense
- All those extra spyglasses in 4.08. Maybe the answer was Israel Hands' hoarding.
- Fresh air on the balcony of the Walrus. (a drawing of the ship at night). There're celebrations on the deck, Flint and Silver have a private talk.
I find it endearing how this list ends with the balcony one. Like a parallel (ha!) to the first one, where Flint and Silver are having a private moment on board of a ship, although it is a different ship and at a different time. A year ago I had no idea where this all would lead me and how much I would learn and get to experience *pats my past-self in the back awkwardly and fondly*
Looking back at them (doodles) I feel both proud and slightly embarrassed of my enthusiasm. I have never done anything like this for any other fandom. I have never felt so much and had such an urge to engage in this sort of thing.
This show, its creators and crew, this fandom. Just something unbeliavable. I cannot find the words to say how much I appreciate you all. The brilliancy, the humour, the love in all kinds of forms. I am so glad I stumbled on this show (it was a gif or a fanvid about ep 2.05 that made me aware of this show, btw. I cannot remember it clearly anymore and for a moment I thought Crossbones was a pilot for Black Sails and almost missed everything, but that's a story for another time...)
Know this: I have loved sharing this experience (the show, the fandom) with you and I appreciate everything you have given to me or shared with me. I will treasure this. (I apologize not thanking more people individually, but this post would’ve never reached its end otherwise).
*throws hearts and forehead kisses to the best and inspiring fandom and the greatest show that broke my heart and healed my soul so many times*
All the possibilities and love to you. Thank you <3
(This is not a goodbye, btw. There’s still so much more to come!) (◠‿◠���)
P.S. All this started as doodles so that’s why I have kept using that word eventhough it doesn’t really apply to many of these anymore...
#black sails doodle#anniversary of my descent to black sails hell and heaven#<3#i can't really think of any tags for this#a list of things I have drawn for bs thus far#for archiving purposes#what a journey :D#I hope this is readable#there are several unfinished ones waiting but i am not going to spoil the fun yet#i hope there aren't many errors in links or tags#I won't tag or thank more people individually (at least in this post...sorry)#(better to not have too much stuff in one post)
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“The odds are decidedly not in your favour.” | Gates
“When are they ever?”
He gives Gates a Look(TM). As if the entire story of Flint’s captaincy thus far hasn’t been about him beating astronomical odds every time, over and over again--much to the dismay of Gates’ rising stress levels.
“Let me worry about the odds. You worry about getting the men on board with this.”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#holmesdepot: gates#holmesdepot#[ i hate this arrogant bastard but i especially hate him for being right ]
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You take pain like a stone. / miranda @ flint : )
He’s lost count of the number of times he’s crawled ashore to her now, badly wounded and badly bandaged, his injuries secondary to his relief and need for sleep. He’s a child when she patches him up, some days--he winces and hisses and complains--but other days he barely seems to notice when she threads his skin back together.
Today is the latter. He’s somewhere else entirely.
“It looks worse than it is,” James says. He watches Miranda as he says it, thinking of--before. Thinking that he has already suffered the worst pain imaginable and all others pale in its shadow; that they are made blissful by comparison. Thinking that Miranda is thinner than she used to be, less alive, even though she is well-fed and safe here in the inland, even though half of the profits Flint makes goes back to her, and he makes a great deal.
He looks hard at her for a while, coming back to himself, and finally stills her hand when it reaches to bandage him.
“Is something wrong?”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#imbricare: miranda#[ screams!!!!!!!!! ]#[ miranda vc: gee idk MAYBE OUR WHOLE LIVES????? ]#imbricare
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I just know everything. Always assume I just know. | HAL @ SOME DUMBASS ON THE WALRUS PLS HELP HIM FLINT he's telling the truth but its how he says it. That exasperation. That tiredness. That 'icb i am babysitting a crew comprised of toddlers' tone that creeps out oh so very often. He's dying inside faster than his brittle bones can take him. ( insert evil joke here ) no but seriously flint save him.
Flint is watching from the shadows, the way he often does. He’s captain, yes- but it’s Gates that ensures the smooth running of the crew, and it’s Gates that the men turn to unless Flint chooses to make his presence known.
“Why d’you think he’s got a third eye on the back of his head?” He says from behind the crewman, nodding towards Gates. Whether it’s the presence of his captain or superstition around Gates’ supposed third eye that makes the sailor turn pale, Flint doesn’t know - but he does know it’s funny as fuck. “To keep his eye on all of you.”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#holmesdepot: gates#[ flint entering bastard mode is my favourite thing ]#[ same energies as 'shes a witch who pledged my soul to the devil (:' ]#holmesdepot
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“I don’t consider myself a gambler, but I would be willing to bet on you.” | Flint & Gates drinking in the cabin and recalling the most ridiculous pick up lines they've ever heard. Gates forgot he has said this to Flint fully seriously on more than one occasion. Ah, age.
Once he starts laughing, it’s hard to stop: Flint snorts, slapping the table with an open palm and leaning back in his chair.
“Awful,” he says praisingly, eyes bright. He’s drunk enough that there’s no fear in him, and not the slightest hesitation before he kicks Hal’s ankle gently under the table. “You’ve said that to me before, you know. I think the first time was...” He pauses, trying to recall.
(Christ, but they’ve sailed together a long time.)
“...Right before I became captain.”
The affection in his eyes is immeasurable and disgusting.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#holmesdepot: gates#holmesdepot#[ flint: AFFECTION INTENSIFIES ]#[ flint: haha did you know youve said that shit line to me before but you were serious and also RIGHT to bet on me ]
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۵ for flint bc why not
Send me ۵ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently caressing their cheek
Flint catches her wrist before she can touch him, holds it tighter than he means to before pushing it away. He doesn’t even look at her. Doesn’t come close to meeting her eyes. He just brushes past her, like she isn’t there, and doesn’t look back.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#eilidhink#[ FUCK context have this ]
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Whoops Bull coming in for that Kiss, Flint.
narrator vc: and a kiss he shall receive
Kissing the Iron Bull is unlike kissing anyone else, which is a quiet blessing that makes it easier to not think about another man, another time and place and state of being whenever they touch.
There’s so much of himl: his body crowds and swamps Flint’s just by nature, and there’s so much of him to touch that Flint never quite knows where to put his hands and has to settle for putting them everywhere. He doesn’t touch the horns--he’s more interested in the rest of him--but he grips the Bull’s shoulders, his arms; smooths his hands down that broad, muscled chest and feels the heavy rise and fall of it with every breath.
Touching someone this powerful brings with it its own kind of power. Flint, pupils blown and head empty of anything but fierce desire, feels drunk on it. The Bull has been gentle with him thus far, which he likes, but Flint isn’t always the same: when he drags the Bull down to kiss him again, all rough, scratchy beard and worshipping hands, he’s anything but gentle about it.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#alieninterests#alieninterests: the iron bull#[ i keep forgetting whether i tagged it with 'the' iron bull or just iron bull so its inconsistent but WHATEVER ]#[ anyway have this feral bastard of a man trying to manhandle someone 398877547 times his size ]#zzapzzaptasers
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❛ Who the hell are you? ❜ / eleanor @ flint FIRST MEETING FIRST MEETING FIRST MEETING
“Flint,” he says flatly. It is the second time he has spoken him into existence. At his side, Mr. Gates smiles in an almost-pained fashion and steps forwards, all easy charm and the kind of affable deference that must only come from knowing Guthrie for years on end.
“Newest captain of the Walrus, ma’am,” he explains, cheerfully. “We were hoping we might discuss leads with you.”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#imbricare: eleanor#[ FUCKIN DELICIOUS ]#[ eleanor like im sorry hes the WHAT ]#imbricare
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“Have a drink, why don’t you?” / eleanor @ dad flint
send memes, my friends // always accepting
He looked from Eleanor to the bottle without interest, still irritated from recent losses--a failed hunt; six men dead; the crew on mutiny’s door. Other captains would have been told to fuck off back to the hunt to make up for what they’d lost; Flint was offered drinks and a moment’s respite from thinking about logistics.
He sighed, sinking heavily onto the chair opposite her and slouching into it, pouring himself a heftier measure of rum than he otherwise would have. For a long time he said nothing: just drank and stared listlessly at the far floor, the intricate clockwork of his mind clearly running.
Finally, after a longer swig than usual, he said bitterly: “Hal thinks Singleton’s aiming for mutiny.” A quiet scoff. They both know--fuck, anyone with half a brain knows--that Singleton wouldn’t know the first thing about captaining a ship. He’d nearly been Ranger crew once, before Gates snatched him up. “We’ll see how far he gets.”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#imbricare: eleanor#[ THEY!! ]#imbricare
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"Lieutenant?" Charlie @ Flint >:3
@coming-xf-age
Flint half-turns to look at him, coat swishing with the movement. It’s no secret that he was a Navy man before- not to anyone willing to dig a little into Nassau’s history, at any rate- but it still makes tension crawl up his spine to hear the title from someone who knew him.
He doesn’t correct Turner- not with words, at any rate, doesn’t hiss it’s Captain in his face like he wants to. The sharp, threatening heat of his glare says enough.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#comingxfage#comingxfage: charlie#[ CHEF KISS ]#Anonymous
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“Does he feel like home to you?” / miranda @ james
“You feel like home to me. No man out there could come close.”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#imbricare: miranda#[ consider: theyre probably talking about gates OR#flint had an Unwise one-night-stand bc Coping With Trauma and miranda is like :/ i Know that was unhealthy for you ]#[ EITHER WAY: I LOVE THEM ]#imbricare
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you’re my best friend and no one is closer to me on earth than you. / m @ f
Something in him relaxes at that, some small, secret part of him that fears what will happen when if they truly drift apart in this place. It will would be so easy, he thinks: he is gone for months at a time and she is stuck in this place with nothing but a bunch of Puritans to keep her company, half of whom are convinced she lies with the Devil at night.
It is the reverse on the beach: some of Flint’s crew are convinced that the elusive Mrs. Barlow has some unholy hold over him, that she’s a witch who sends him out to do her bidding. Funny, that each side believes the other to be the danger.
James cups Miranda’s cheek in his hand, rests their foreheads together. They used to stand like this, he remembers: in the early pre-dawn light in the Hamiltons’ bedroom, when McGraw would rise to work and Miranda would follow him, to make sure he didn’t leave the house unkissed.
He shuts his eyes and tries not to think about that here. He tries not to think about anything but this place and its glinting future, and the relief of holding Miranda in his arms.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#imbricare: flint#[ flint never fucking TALKS in replies to miranda apparently ]#[ anyway have this ]#imbricare
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“Go on. Rip my fucking throat out. I’ve had enough.” (Eleanor @ Flint, @compendiumofconstellations)
@compendiumofconstellations
Flint sighed. Yes, he had come here to argue. He had not come here to argue with a Guthrie that wouldn’t listen.
“We’ll discuss this when you're in your right mind,” he said flatly, and swiped the bottle from Eleanor’s desk as he left. She could always have someone fetch her another, but it was the making of the point that mattered.
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#compendiumofconstellations: eleanor#alcohol//#[ flint: go to your room. ]#Anonymous
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Yes, hello, Gates is here to tug Flint down to his level and smooch the man good. (@compendiumofconstellations)
@compendiumofconstellations
You would think, perhaps, that Flint might have gotten used to the occasional Good Smoochin’ from his quartermaster over the years: it’s not like it’s a secret, or a rarity. And you’d be wrong. It puts him off-balance every fucking time.
When they part, Flint’s hands are still awkwardly hanging by his sides, fists clenched like he’d had to force himself not to hold Hal’s waist, or his shoulders, or--G-d forbid--touch him at all. He stares down at him and tries to look less lost (and less pleased) than he feels.
“What was that for?”
#asks#ic: flint#v: captain of the walrus (early nassau) (flint)#[ flint: i thought you were angry with me ]#[ gates: oh i am. that kiss was for me not you. ]#compendiumofconstellations: gates#Anonymous
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