"Well, then," he said as he stood up. "I think that it is time to go, don't you?"
Anthony got up to his feet with a groan, parting his hair to the left with his hands. Surprisingly, it stayed in place as he walked over to Rosia and held out his hand.
"Mhm," she hummed, reaching up and took his hand, pulling herself up off the ground with his help. Once on her feet, she combed her hair with her fingers, then smoothed it down. She tapped her lips in contemplation, then let go of his hand to grab a stick of lipstick and paint a deep maroon on her lips. She then swapped it out for some khol and lined her eyes with a sharp line of black, making it flare out at the outer corners for some added effect. "Better," she said, looking at herself in the mirror and popping her lips.
He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
"You looked beautiful before all of that," he said softly before heading for the door. "Where did we leave our weapons, anyways?"
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((not really in the writing mood. I'll get to it eventually))
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He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
"You looked beautiful before all of that," he said softly before heading for the door. "Where did we leave our weapons, anyways?"
"It's not exactly about beauty, but I'm happy you think so," she said with a smile, then put away the makeup to turn and follow Anthony. "I think we left them over here…" she veered away from him to the foot of the bed, searching for their weapons. "Ah," she murmured, finding his daggers and her axes.
He gently took his knife belt and slipped it around his waist, snapping the buckle together with a satisfying click.
"I wounder why he doesn't bring Hugh?" he wondered aloud. "He's as intimidating as an entire crew."
"I don't think it's exactly about intimidation, at least for the most part," she said, hooking her axes along her back, then digging through a different trunk to strap some knives and daggers to her legs, some visible and some hidden. She slipped on some gauntlets over her white sleeves, more hidden daggers in them and ready to be activated with the flick of a wrist thanks to the 'fashionable' loop around her middle finger.
"I doubt anyone would have the balls to do anything with Hugh hanging around," he said, watching her arm herself with an amused expression. "That seems a bit over the top, sweetheart."
"Can never be too prepared," she said with a sweet smile, striding over to him and flicking her wrist. A blade shot out of the gauntlet and just barely avoided his neck. "Besides, I'm Reaper. I'd be a disappointment to my name if I didn't come overprepared for a fight."
He didn't flinch when the blade nearly slit his throat, instead rolling his eyes. "You are ridiculously over-dramatic."
Anthony leaned in and gave her a light kiss on her lips before walking towards the door.
"We need to go before Parris hangs us from the Crow's Nest by our thumbs," he said, opening the door and walking out.
"And yet you chose to shag me," Rosia said, an amused brow flicking up as she deactivated the blade and strode after Anthony. The weight of the weapons was a familiar and comforting feeling as she walked. She closed the door behind her and walked by Anthony's side.
"That was before we were told that we had a job," he said, looping his thumbs underneath his belt as they walked to Captain Parris. the Captain was standing next to the bridge, arms crossed over his chest and an unhappy look on his face.
"That was a little more than six minutes," he pointed out as they walked single file down the bridge.
"You know me and punctuality, Capt," the first mate said while lazily picking at her nails, easily slipping back into the badass, I-have-no-emotions mask she always kept up—at least, always until she was alone with the prince. "Royalty is never late, even the pirate kind."
"Do you think Anto's knees can hold up for the next couple of hours?" he asked Fane, ignoring Anto confused look.
"Why not ask me?" the prince interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you'd say yes either way," Parris responded, giving Anthony a sideways look.
"If it's continuous standing, probably not," she said, "But if he's allowed to sit, likely. And even if he's not allowed, I'll make sure it is. You did choose us for a reason, after all." She also ignored the prince as she said that, flicking her gaze up at the captain once she was done speaking with a raised brow.
Parris nodded as they headed off down the dock.
"I'm going for quality over quantity here," he said as they briskly moved into town. "I could have went with Hugh and Reech if I wanted two meatheads, but I'm going in there to set the tone straight. Kasady has been itching for the head seat for a while now and she isn't above sicking her two sailors at me at this meeting to get it."
He stopped and looked them both in the eyes, first Fane and then Anto.
"If anyone even looks at me or you the wrong way, you go and knock their teeth in. Got it?" The last bit was directed at Anto, who nodded briskly. Parris gave him the once over to make sure he was serious and was pleased to see he was.
"Good," the Captain said, turning around and continuing his walk to the pub Anto and Fane had picked up White and Johnny at.
"Who's Kasady?" Anto asked Fane.
(Just some other captain)
"Another captain," Fane informed him, taking up a place behind Parris that was also slightly off to the side of him. It was a habit, really, to walk like this when with someone. Better to watch both their back and their side, and sometimes their front, too. She was eager to break some fingers and punch some faces, so she was secretly hoping someone tried some funny business. Maybe she'd end up being the one to start it…
Anto did the same on the other side of the captain as the walked into the bar once again. Immediately he could see why Parris wanted them with him. Some of the meanest motherfuckers he'd ever seen occupied every table, each looking at each other like they were ready to dismember everyone in the room. Obviously, he was the odd man out. He had an unassuming build, was short, and had somewhat of a babyface, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Didn't know they let toddlers into the bar," a grizzled, older pirate with an impressive beard and a scar over one eye called out, a nasty grin on his face.
What happened next was a blur for Anto. However, everyone else in the bar saw the prince pick up the closest available glass and throw it so hard it knocked the man out on impact and sent his limp body face-first into the nearest wall.
"Didn't know they let corpses in the bar," Anthony said loudly, spitting in the guy's direction before moving back in formation
Fane grinned devilishly when Anto knocked the one pirate out, wicked delight shining in her eyes for all to see. For them, she put on the show of being slightly insane. Reaper, they'd call her. The one who lusted after spilt blood and gaping wounds. The one who'd pick a fight without a second thought and gladly slice you open without batting an eye.
Her lips curled up in a cruel smile as she locked gazes with each and every pirate in the room. "I'd suggest playing nice," she purred, "or more flies will drop before the night's over."
Everyone gave them a wide berth after that as Parris headed for his usual seat, looking weary of the two shortest people in the place. A quick glance over at Fane showed the real reason why. That look in her eye was something he'd never seen before. She portrayed pure bloodlust and it damn near scare him.
The table that Parris finally made it to was already occupied, something that the captain didn't appreciate.
Kasady looked up from the head seat at the table, a devilish grin on her face and her feet kicked up on the table top. Her two choices were easily double Anthony's size and looked completely unafraid. That made them the most dangerous people in the place to their well being.
"Kasady," Captain Parris said, "I believe you are sitting in the wrong table."
"Oh," Kasady responded, completely unperturbed, "No, no, no, I think this is the exact right table. Very comfortable seats, good view of the bar…….and only given to the head pirate in the bar. Think it suits me perfectly."
"Personally, I'd think a pine box and six feet of dirt above you would suit you better," Fane said with an unimpressed look directed at the female captain's two choices. She wasn't in the mood for Kasady's bullshit, so she rounded around the table, fingers gliding over the shoulder of one of the large pirates on either side of the captain. A wicked grin remained on her lips as she stared at the opposite pirate, not looking at the captain. "But to each their own," she purred in the captain's ear, positioning herself perfectly for her next little trick.
Anto took a step back, gabbing the captain by the collar and making him do the same. Whatever she had in mind, he doubted they wanted to be within arm's length of it. A quick glance around the bar showed that everyone had their eyes on table, anxious to see what would happen next. Even the pirate Anthony had knocked out had risen up and returned to his seat to get a better view of it.
"I will give you five seconds to take your hands off of me before I tell my boys to have a bit of fun," Kasady growled through clenched teeth.
"That's plenty," Fane said before she leaned back. In a flash and without warning, she kicked the legs of the chair at the base and pulled back the top of the chair, throwing it off balance and tipping it back. She walked away with a cackle of delight, eyes shining as she practically skipped away and into the middle of the bar, arms outstretched. "See? And I have a few seconds to spare."