forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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She sighed dejectedly, though she had a small smile on her face as she closed her eyes and relaxed into him. "How dare you try to keep me from doing things."

"Do you really have anything more important to do?" he asked, setting his chin on her shoulder.

"No, I don't," she admitted with minimal regret, "The recruits are free to settle in for the rest of the day, and maybe longer if I'm feeling lazy. I don't really want to deal with the rest of the crew right now."

"That sounds great to me," he said contently, stretching his head forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm making you less princely, and you're making me lazy." She smiled and tilted her head towards his when he kissed her cheek, growing more and more comfortable with this kind of intimacy.

"We are both horrible for each other," Anthony mumbled, his eyes slowly closing. The amount of work he had done that day was beginning to take its toll.

"Yes, we are." She glanced back at him and saw him closing his eyes. "Don't you be falling asleep on me," she halfheartedly scolded.

"Why can't I?" he asked, opening one eye and smiling sleepily. "Seems like an acceptable time for it."

"Because I said so," she mumbled, making no move to get away from him, "What if I want to get up and you're still knocked out?"

"Then you will have to sit there and suffer," he said, closing his eyes again and letting out a sigh of contentedness.

"And suffer I shall do," she sighed, leaning back into him and closing her eyes, letting herself to just react without thinking. This thing between them wasn't logical, it was emotional, so she should stop looking at it from a logical point of view.

The next day, Anthony let out a small groan as he woke up, opening his eyes and looking around. Fane was no longer in his arms, making him frown slightly. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair as his mind shook off the last of the sleep.

Rosia was in her room, sitting on her bed and going through an old chest. It had remnants of her past life in it, old pictures and drawings, pendants and jewelry, dresses and false flowers. She was looking through it with a blank face.

He got up from the bed with a grunt, rubbing his knees before limping out of the room. On the main deck, Hugh and White were standing near the center mast, conversing quietly.
"Have you two seen the first mate?" Anthony asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, mate!" White said cheerfully, gesturing over to her cabin. "She came out about an hour before ye and went to her cabin"
"Thanks," he said. He walked over to the cabin and knocked on the door.

"Mm?" She popped her head up, then set the trunk aside and stood up to answer the door. She blinked when she found the prince standing there, then opened the door even more without a word to invite him in. "Anto," she said, jerking her chin in the direction of her room, "Hey."

"Good morning," he said with a yawn, stepping inside the cabin and rubbing the top of his head. His hair was an absolute mess. "When did you get up?"

"A little while ago." She smiled at his messy hair, biting her bottom lip to hide it as she closed the door. She was contemplating going up and hugging him, but she shook her head and walked over to the trunk, shutting the lid. Overthinking again.

"What, no hug?" he complained, sitting down on to her bed with a relieved grunt. "Fuck, my knees are not feeling good this morning."

"I was," she admitted, "but I overthought myself out of it. Gimme time, you'll get your hugs." She hefted up the trunk and set it down next to the bed with a solid thunk.

He looked over at the trunk with a raised eyebrow. "What is in there? Earrings?" The look on his face told her that that wasn't his actual guess.

She rolled her eyes and stood on it to transfer herself to the bed, plopping down next to Anthony. "No. Just some old stuff."

"Where are these earring you spoke of, anyways?" he asked, twisting around to face her.

"My dresser." She gestured to the box covered dresser next to the bed, where a small mirror hung over it with a decorative frame around it.