forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Love-hate relationship, I'm willing to bet," she said with a strong certainty to her voice. "That, or they're a little too into keeping up appearances of rivals."

Anto pulled back slightly, an amused look on his face. "For someone who claims to have not had a true relationship, you sure sound very confident with your verdict."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I have eyes. I know what other people are like. I just lack the personal experience." She looked up at him. "Until now, that is."

"And what a poor choice you made," he said, leaning back into her. "An accident prone man-child on the run from his old kingdom."

She rolled her eyes. "And you chose a bossy first mate of a pirate ship who happens to be a supposedly dead noblewoman."

"Well, being bossy is a part of the job profile," Anto said, smiling slightly. The similarities in their background seemed to be almost fate, something that didn't pass over his head. "What a duo we make, huh?"

"Double trouble," she said with a grin, glancing up at him before looking back down at their hands. Her thumb started to trace the curve of his hand back and forth, the repetitive motion almost calming to her.

"Do you know anything of the captain's past?" he inquired, repressing a shiver when she began to move her thumb. "Seems like a reclusive man."

She tipped her head to the side without moving it off of Anto's shoulder. "Hmm. Never really thought about it, but no. I don't. He never offered and I didn't knew better than to pry."

"And here I thought you were nosy with everyone," he teased, nudging her head with his. "How did you two meet, anyways?"

"He picked me up from the docks," she said, tilting her head slightly to indicate the docks where they were currently at. "I was little and he knew how much money I could fetch if he turned me in. And then I nearly cut his fingers off when he tried taking me back."

"That sounds like something you would do," he agreed. A particularly large and powerful wave hit the boat on the starboard side, making the boat rock side to side gently. Anto found it very comfortable, as if someone was gently soothing him to sleep.

She scrunched her nose up at his agreement, though there was no point in denying it. The captain had kept her on board ever since, and she'd like to think he was glad of that decision. When the boat rocked, she felt more relaxed, her ease evident in how she seemed to loosen up and sink further into Anto's side, not quite as stiff as before.

"We probably should not go to bed at mid-day," Anto said gently, although he didn't move. The temptation of sleep tasted much to good to pull away from. "The crew will be returning soon."

"Let me be comfy," she mumbled with a soft glare flicked up at Anto. "I'm relaxed, not sleepy." She let out a yawn that she tried to smother with her free hand. "There's a difference."

"The line between the two is incredibly hazy," he shot back, reaching out to adjust the ice once again. They were beginning to melt, making the rags that held them moist with cold water and drips of moisture were slowly trailing down his calves. He didn't want to disturb Fane, however, so he ignored it.

"Shut up," she mumbled, then sighed and forced herself to push off of Anto's side and sit up straight. "Fine, princy—Anthony. I'll not be comfy so I don't fall asleep." She narrowed her eyes at him playfully, then glanced down at the towels. "I'll get replacements," she murmured, reaching out for the towels.

"Thank you, Rosia," he said leaning over and wiping the water from his legs. "I must say, I prefer that name much more than Fane."

She actually curled her nose as she stood, wet towels in hand. "If you say so. It's far too girly for me, I think." She discarded the towels and grabbed the two extra that she had on hand, wrapping them around a few handfuls of ice.

"Well, obviously it would not have worked as a pirate name," he said, reaching out for the towels with both hands. "But if you had any other profession I feel like it would suited you perfectly."

"Hm. You're just saying that." She handed him the towels and remained standing, resisting the urge to lay down and use Anthony as a pillow. She knew she'd end up sleeping if she did.

"I am not, actually," he said, returning the ice to its previous position. "Roses are beautiful, but will draw blood if you try to touch them. I feel as though that suits you perfectly."

She opened her mouth, a very light pinkish tint to her cheeks, and shook her head and sat down on the bed. She didn't lean against Anthony this time, instead leaning her back against the wall and ducking her head. "Hm," she hummed, the only thing she could come up with.

"Aw, did I embarrass you?" he teased, reaching over and poking her side. "Big bad pirate cannot even take a compliment."

"No," she hissed at him and batted his hand away, curling her legs up and resting her arms against her knees. "That's not true," she then mumbled.