EDWARD TEACH For Izzy !

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH​  for  izzy !

here’s the tragedy:   a beautiful boy is sitting on your bed.  he doesn’t tell you he loves you,  but he does.  devotion stronger than a cannon ball to the gut,  the kind of it he would drown for,  if only you asked.  edward lays his head on the bed,  eyes on the ceiling for a moment or two before turning them on izzy  —  the angle is a bit weird,  and his neck will soon start to feel funny,  but he makes it work somehow.   ‘  whatever you want,  really.  just make it piraty enough.  ’   he thinks on it,  shakes his head and then turns to face the bed,  elbows on it,  one hand ending up on izzy’s knee for good measure.  no,  it’s not enough.  he wanted this moment to be branded on both their minds,  something undeniable,  a tether and that only works two ways instead of just one. 

'  wanna do something crazy,  iz?  ’   a near whisper,  as if they’re conspiring,  or on the edge of something greater than themselves,  his eyes now boring into izzy’s ones without pause.  perhaps it’s the fading adrenaline from the earlier raid,  but he feels a touch dizzy,  as if drunk or feverish.   '  do the same for me.  mark me,  make me yours.  ’   this is not what captains usually ask of their first mates,  edward is pretty sure,  but he also couldn’t care less.  carve your name into my arm and lick the blood from it afterwards,  only then will i know we are inextricably bound. 

      IT IS NOTHING LESS THAN A BLESSING  to have edward’s eyes on him.  despite his father’s attempts, izzy had never become a religious man.  how could he believe in anything greater than this ?  when edward looks at him, he knows that there is nothing in any heaven that could hope to match the rush he feels, nor is there anything from any hell that could keep izzy away from him now.  ‘ want to do something crazy ? ’  edward asks him,  &  he doesn’t even have to consider it before he’s nodding  —  he’s already crazy for him.                               but it’s what comes next that shocks izzy into stillness, a breath pulling sharply into his lungs when edward says ‘ make me yours. ’   &  for a moment, he is certain he must have misheard.  he belongs entirely to his captain, of course.  that much felt so obvious that it went without saying, especially now that he wore the proof of their bond plain on his face.  but the idea that edward wants to belong to him, too is something izzy has never expected,  &  surely never dared let himself hope for.  there is nothing he would not do for his captain if it was asked of him.  but this is something he would actually ask for, if he could ever manage to find the voice to speak with.  ❝ edward, ❞  is all he manages at first.  &  when izzy says his name it sounds rather like a prayer.                 &  then he moves, eager to take the opportunity before edward loses that manic look that izzy loves so much. not a moment later, his captain is laying out on the sleeping bunk instead with a bottle in his left hand, his first mate perched loyally at his side.  edward’s right arm is extended out so that izzy can hold the hand firmly in his left, with the needle re-inked in his right.  &  in spite of the adrenaline that’s running through him, his grip is steady, just as he promised.  ❝ i’m going to put the first one right here, ❞  he says, tapping a smooth spot on the back of edward’s hand near his wrist.  ❝ if you like it, you can have more.  but this one here, this is ours.  this one will be just for us. ❞   &  then izzy catches his captain’s eye one final time before the needle descends, smoothing the place he plans to press their mark into with soothing strokes of his thumb.  ❝ &  don’t bite your tongue off, ❞  is his final warning before leaning forward  &  pressing the first beads of ink beneath his skin.

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🪐 — @shadowcovcn​​​  ( laszlo )  sent   a meme   for  izzy   :

75 —  kalahari down by orville peck  ▶︎

     ❝ WELL WHAT DO I KNOW : just a bunch of sorrow. & it's not as if there's a trail to follow. besides, i'm better off alone if you ask me. ❞

Beep, beep! Do you know how amazing you are? Befriending you has been one of the highlights of my year. Whether it's plotting like mad men or shooting the shit ooc, talking with you every day is something I look forward to. You're an amazing person and I'm very blessed to have you in my life.

ace !! you total & utter gift of a human being, did you know that i love you just so so much ? did you know that i smile every time i see your screenname pop up bc i know it's probably going to be a random yet incredibly thoughtful question about a nuanced aspect of my muses, a cute animal picture, or just a beloved friend checking on on how my day is going ? did you know that your friendliness & open minded nature is honestly so inspiring to me ? did you know that i don't even mind when you relentlessly peer pressure me into a new muse or verse because i know it's just gonna end up with us having a great time coming up with some new harebrained plot to explore ? did you know that you're basically impossible to dislike, & i am so so glad we became honest-to-goodness close friends this year ? well i hope you know now. thanks for being exactly who you are, & for sharing who you are with me. i'm so grateful to know you, i adore you to pieces & i can't wait to see what kind of ridiculous plot decisions we pressure each other into exploring in the new year. 💕

🦋 — #008™️ :  independent  kali prasad  of  stranger things. private, iconless,  low-activity, canon divergent, plot-heavy.  written by rosemary. sideblog to @musecraft​​. 

🪐 — @shadowcovcn ( gomez )  sent   a meme   for  morticia   :

43  —  dream girl evil  by  florence + the machine   ▶︎

     ❝ DID YOU MISS ME ? well then, come & get me. i've been expecting you, i'm ready — deliver me that bad news, baby. ❞