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❝ He was my closest friend. Lost to a cheap and cowardly shot. ❞ 🪐 — @shadowcovcn ▶ edward teach for izzy hands

         AFTER A LIFETIME of battle spent mostly managing to avoid scars, it seemed his luck had finally dried up. he’d had a good run, but now izzy was getting old, his body slower & more mangled by the week. & it was leading to stupid mistakes, unnecessary injuries. it’s a testament to how badly the past months had been for his normally excellent track record that he couldn’t even be certain which shot ed was referring to — the one delivered by his own hand, or the hit the prince had managed to land in their skirmish to escape nassau. ❝ would you stop being so fucking dramatic ? ❞ he grumbles & shifts slightly, restless in the bed. the movement leaves his still healing bullet wound throbbing. science may have told them that there was nothing important on that side of the body, but it still hurt like holy hell. ❝ you never lost me. knew right where i was the whole time. ❞ 

                        but izzy has known ed long enough to be able to hear the muffled note of remorse in his tone, understand the apology hidden in his words. it's hard not to think about the last time ed had appeared at his bedside like this, glowing like a messenger from god himself. as izzy lie damned & dying, he'd half thought ed had come to personally deliver him to his death. but today is entirely different; as if ed has come seeking absolution. but he doesn't need it; izzy has already forgiven him, for everything. ❝ & you're not gonna lose me, ❞ he says, voice quieter but no less rough. ❝ i’m not going anywhere. you don't understand that yet ? ❞