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It's not that he fears pain. He knows pain quite well, but it always surprises him just how fucking bad it sucks. ( and... how badly he handles it )

He doesn't really listen to Flint. The ringing in his ears is too loud, and he is fairly certain he sees double, which only worsens with each and every move he makes. Despite that, he does his absolute best to meet his eyes. Unfocused blue, squinting, an attempt to understand exactly what The Captain wants. ( why is he here? where are they? )

The pain in his side intensifies, a sharp stab as if something inside him is tearing through his flesh and he cries out. "Christ..." He is shivering, breath coming out in short gasps, and he has to really hold onto Flint to keep himself from crumbling back down. The Walrus... yes. They have to get back.

Standing on his own hurts like hell and without really asking for permission he lets his arm rest over Flint's shoulders, leaning heavily against him all while trying to control his panicked breathing.

"The bullet... i--it's still inside. I ca--n feel it"

It is muttered through clattering teeth, but even so, they begin the torturous journey back up the slope. Which goes surprisingly well, all things considered, but Silver's head soon lolls forwards, his breathing shallow, sobs for every step they take.

He was relieved he had found him, but his mind began to toss in numerous directions. As he knelt beside him, a sharp feeling of agony shot through his own body, threatening to overwhelm him. The pain pulsed profusely through his veins. With gritted teeth, Flint tried his best he fought to hide the reaction that threatened to escape his lips. Any movement he made felt as if it was threatening his body as a result.

His own stomach turned at the sight before him, threatening to join in. The man swallowed hard, attempting to retain his usual, stoic nature. Despite the agony pulsing within him, he remained mostly calm. Flint would give him a second, but only that. He knew they had to get back and see what Howell could do for him. His gaze began to scan over him, try and assess just what his injuries were. He sees the bleeding and the wound, it only made him want to move quicker.

"I understand that you are in pain, but we must get back to the Walrus. Right now," he says firmly, nodding to him multiple times in a row. He then stood so he could have a little more leverage to pick him up, he grabbed him in a ...mostly comfortable way so he could have an arm underneath his underarms to pull him upright. At that moment, his injuries were second.

#cxptainflint #verse || blood and fire || main #|| running with the wolves || flint || #queue away

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"Oh yeah? Got better idea? Cause I'd like to fucking hear it, if you do"

There is a smirk on his lips, curved, mischief shining in his eyes. Perhaps he should be more anxious about their situation, they could very much die here, and they will if they stay. So why not risk it? Add a little thrill to their unfortunate situation. There will be no talking themselves out of this one anyway.

He tosses his satchel down the hole, hears, to his dislike, a wet splash, indicating that below them are indeed the sewers. Just as he suspected. Oh well.

"Come on, it'll be fun. See it as an adventure. Much better than waiting up here for a certain death. Besides, I am a great sorcerer. We'll be fine"

It is followed by a wide grin, charming and reassuring, for it would do them no good to admit that he is, in fact, scared to death. ( nor can he admit that his magic is... unstable at best )

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“This could be a very bad idea.”

#acourtcfmuses #verse || for all of this who am I? || alternate #|| jaskier || #i hope this is okkk<3 #queue away

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"What I suggest? When the fuck has that ever mattered if it's not convenient to you?"

He isn't certain why he's pressing the matter so much further. Why exactly he is provoking a reaction. Perhaps he would like to see the Captain's rage for himself. Feel the power behind it, see whether or not it has any power over him. He doubts it. Before, he would have been terrified of this man, but now... now this fear has become something else.

"I suggest you pull your head out of your ass so that you can clear your thoughts for fucking once. Cause whatever the fuck you did back there..."

A pause, he pulls back from the desk, leans on the crutch, one hand through his hair.

"You almost fucking died, James. And for fucking what? Some... past you will never be able to change? Do you think England will just bow down to you like that? You kill some rich asshole, and suddenly all is well? This anger will spread further. No matter how many lives you take out of revenge, out of your rage, you will never feel peace"

There is hurt in his eyes, vulnerability. A rare thing for him to show, but he is scared. Fucking terrified really. And he hates it. He hates that this crazy fucking man before him has become someone he depends so much on. Someone who has slowly managed to creep under his skin, even despite how much he has pushed him away. ( and vice versa )

"Just stop this. Please, James. I can't do this anymore..."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, the weight of the day's burdens pressing down upon him. Behind the desk, Flint continued to lean back against the chair. His gaze took a second to be partly fixed on the patterns of the wood in the midst of Silver's initial words. At the start, he was partially unmoved by his candid words, still standing by what he said prior. His fingers tapped rhythmically for a split second before faltering, palm then flat against the edge. 'You are a hazard,' echoed throughout his thoughts. He did not entirely see it that way.

When he leans over the desk, to drive his point home further, Flint's attention is focused on him at that instance. As Silver spoke further, he delivered his words with a conviction that captured his attention. There was a wariness in his features at first, yet a little more of a spark of recognition in his eyes, acknowledging his words as he continued on. With the way he spoke, Flint believed every word that came from his lips. The way his voice never faltered in its tone only added to what he felt from his words. Usually, he would argue, scowling in return. Be agitated. This time he chose to hold those within, vowing to listen.

He was mostly calm for the moment, his own hand gripping his own side of the desk that separated them. His breathing was heavier, eyes not moving from the man's gaze. Flint's reply nearly mirrored that, keeping his tone normal, not raised. Just normal. "Then what do you fucking suggest I do. I did what was right back there. That I know for certain."

#cxptainflint #verse || blood and fire || main #|| running with the wolves || flint || #queue away

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// I know I’m a few days late for the munday hype. But I’m tired and days have no meaning for me anymore. So here. My face ✌🏻

Let’s duel ⚔️

#|| ooc || bear with me #god i miss summer

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BLACK SAILS, XXXVIII

#|| there's just so much you can take || self #|| running with the wolves || flint || #this is hurting me

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The distant noise of the battle is drowned out by the increasingly heavy downpour, and he finds the cool water against his face almost relieving. It is enough of a distraction to make him forget how he got here in the first place, and nearly enough to make him ignore the pain that burns hot in his skin.

He leans forwards, one hand planted firmly in the dirt to steady himself as he attempts to seek out the source of the pain. Head wound, clearly, but what else? His entire left side feels stiff and sore, so he can only assume he's bruised himself rather badly. Not to mention that stabbing pain in his lower left side. ( a gun wound? )

Another hand moves to tug free the shirt from his breeches and-- he inhales sharply. The fabric of his shirt is peeled out from an open wound still bleeding slightly. Indeed from a gun, and just above, there is clear formations of heavy bruising which seems to move further up his torso, discoloring his skin to a deep purple.

Nausea returns so quickly it almost makes him topple over from the intensity of it, and he is so caught up in his distress that he doesn't notice Flint's advance until he is right in front of him. He makes a sound, another whimpering wheeze as unfocused blue eyes stare up into green.

Next thing, he's heaving. Both hands in the ground, clutching at grass and mud as he retches, emptying his stomach until there is nothing left but acid. The pain in his head has reached a new intensity, which forces a broken sob to fall from his lips. Shoulders shaking. ( get a grip )

"Gi--ve me a-- second, plea-se"

As the chaos raged inland as he fought, he stumbled as he killed the man in front of him. His blood all over him. His breathing was rugged, gasping as he touched his own wounded shoulder. He looked down for a second, the knife he was stabbed with on the ground near his shoes. Blood coming from it as well. He knew he had been shot, he just was not certain how bad the wound actually was. He could hear shots being fired in the distance and the scent of gunpowder.

Amidst everything happening around him, there was one person he did not see. Silver. 'Where is he?' Flint thought to himself, his eyes scanning the rest of the beach and not seeing him. He walked inland, recklessly fighting the few that came his way. Blood spewing all over him. Every step sent a jolt of pain through his body, the wounds on his shoulder and side searing with each movement. His heart was pounding in his chest as he searched. Adrenaline was what was keeping him going.

He made his way to a specific part of the forest, overlooking a small ravine. There were other dead pirates around where he stood, and a few others down it as well. A look of realization hit him when he noticed Silver down there. With a panic-stricken feeling, Flint tried to make it down the hill. "Silver!" he said, coming closer. He nearly tumbled himself. "Here, let me help you up..." Flint did his best to kneel, trying to hide the considerable amount of pain was in. They needed to get back to the Walrus. Fast.

#cxptainflint #verse || blood and fire || main #|| running with the wolves || flint || #its not their day is it? #queue away

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Me.

📸 my talented but shy girlfriend

Source: Luke Arnold's instagram post

#|| there's just so much you can take || self || #god look at him

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"You might? Oh, that's very generous of you, Sir"

Sarcasm drips from his words, the only weapon he has to defend himself with. He knows there is only one outcome to this, and it would be him leaving without the bag of coins, a sore loss, but well-- what can you do?

However... it would be a little too simple to just give it back so easily. A quick apology, money handed back, all forgotten, etc etc, whatever. Silver wants chaos. No winners, all losers.

"Just give me a second, all right--"

He pushes himself up off the ground, hand fishing out the coinpurse from its hiding place, but before any of the pirates around him has the time to snatch it from his hand, Silver throws it high into the air. Coins rain from the sky, and the purse itself finds a new home into the drainage on the ceiling level of a house.

During the events of these several moments, Silver has moved out of the way to a safer distance from the men, using the distraction as the means to escape.

"Oh dear, how clumsy of me..."

Two more steps backwards, gesturing quite apologetically with his hands, but it is very clear he means no sincerity behind it. A half smile, as if to say, ' it be like that sometimes, y'know '.

Ivan stood beside him, stoically as did Fang. A laugh escaped his lips, a sense of adrenaline rushed through his veins from the goddamned chase. Despite the inconvenience, he somewhat enjoyed it in a way. Izzy laughed at that, the other hand moving to his hip. "Someone was fucking wrong, wasn't he?" He then laughed again, imitating his words. "'That's none of your fucking business,'" he says mockingly, using his hand to show air quotes. "Actually, it fucking is my business." He then held out his hand, giving him a chance to just give it to him before making Fang and Ivan take it from him. "Hand it over, might let you leave this place alive." In reality, he hadn't intended to kill him. At least, not at this moment. Who knew, there was still time for him to change his mind? It just sounded like a good enough threat.

#unicornondeck #verse || taking the black || past #izzy hands #welcome Izzy to the chaos that is john silver #enjoy the stay #queue away

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“You have no fucking idea.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What the fuck?”

“How the fuck?”

“What the fucking hell?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” 

“How the fuck did you do that?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I think we should fuck.”

“You really wanna fuck with me?”

“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”

“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” 

“What the fuck are you watching?” 

“Where the fuck are we?” 

“How the fuck do we end this?” 

“Where the fuck do you turn it on?” 

“Have you seen this fucking thing?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What a fucking surprise.”

“You fucking well know what you did.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

“Quit fucking bragging.”

“Are you here to fucking brag?”

“I said fucking LEAVE.” 

“I heard they fucked your best friend.”

“You know how this fucking movie ends?”

“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”

“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”

“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”

“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.” 

“They fucking hated you.”

“They fucking loved you.”

“We all fucking burn in the end.”

“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”

“What did you fucking take?” 

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

“They’re fucking dead.”

“Who the fuck did you ask out?” 

“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”

“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

“Don’t fucking call me again.”

“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”

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god i love silver

#am i emotional over him constantly #yeh

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Plotted starter for @cxptainflint

"There he is! Get him!" He is running for his life, sprinting through the forest, fighting through the thick snow as he hears the howling of dogs approaching from behind. This is it. His story ending before it even has the time to begin.

Next thing, he is falling. Falling into the abyss where nothing else awaits him but a certain death

It's so fucking cold. This is the first pinch of reality. The moistness of the pillow which his head rests upon. Then the damn brightness around, even despite the rainy clouds, the world is far too bright. He curls and uncurls his fingers, clawing at the wet dirt under his fingernails. ( what a familiar feeling )

The sound falling from his lips is more towards a whimper than anything, like a wounded animal trying its damndest to will the body into movement. ( you have to move )

He pushes himself up, eyes squinting at the world, then collapses back onto the ground. ' fuck ' is uttered under his breath. Good God, but his head hurt, as if someone decided to send up firework behind his eyes. A sob follows, then a deep breath, once more he makes an attempt to push himself up. Slowly but surely. ( get up )

It takes some time, but several trials and errors later, and he is almost on his feet. Eyes squinting at the world around him, grasping at a tree branch with an iron grip. Victory is short lived, however, for his legs give up under him, and a new sharp pain shoots from his side, as he collapses back to the ground on his knees so hard his teeth clatter. ( pathetic )

Bile rises in his throat, the nausea so strong he has to truly fight against the need to spill his guts all over the ground. "Shitshitshitshit..." He touches his forehead and through his blurry vision, he can see his fingers slick with blood. ( that explains a lot )

He sits for a moment. Tears staining his grime-covered face. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides, as his head tilts back to stare at the falling rain. This pain... he's felt it before... funny how the brain makes you forget such trauma. ( breathe, john )

"This is just perfect..."

#cxptainflint #verse || blood and fire || main #|| running with the wolves || flint || #Tell me if i need to change anything #silver is having a rough day rip

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There is a sharp pain in his lungs as air rushes to him like a bolt of thunder, and he heaves. He is on the ground, doubled over from the impact, and he is half listening, half caring about the monologue being held above him.

"Well, I was kinda, sorta, hoping that you wouldn't have any friends waiting to stand up for you. But clearly, I am on the losing side here"

His breathing has evened out, and he takes that moment to look up at the men. All unfamiliar to him. He then looks over at the man he had originally tried to rob. He would have gotten away, perhaps he had even found himself another ship to sneak onboard.

"As to where I'd go. Well... I believe that is none of your fucking business"

A toothy grin, always the charmer.

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"Did you think you could just fucking get away with taking my money? Cause that's fucking rich. Could have robbed anyone else in this damn place," he says, almost laughing after what he would consider a ridiculous chase across the Republic of Pirates. Although he was extremely agitated with this damn chase, he chose to laugh it off. Just an annoyance. Fang and Ivan stood at his side as they had him cornered. A smile remained on his features. His gloved hand was firm on the leather baldric as he awaited a reply. "You picked the wrong man. Where the fuck did you think you were going to make it to with it?"

#unicornondeck #|| verse || taking the black || #|| izzy hands || #my son is a trainwreck #queue away

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“They’re never going to find us!” 

“No one can hear you scream.”

“Kinda scary knowing we’re alone out here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Please, please don’t.” 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“I’ve found them!” 

“This place looks abandoned.”

“There’s blood.”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s it matter, they’re never going to find us.”

“We’ve been walking for days.”

“Why would someone else be this far out?”

“We’re in trouble.” 

“I’ll get you before they do.” 

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“This is giving me serious Blair Witch vibes.”

“You know I hate horror movies!” 

“They could have followed us?”

“That’s not from this world!” 

“The silence is terrifying.” 

“Is that an animal?” 

“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

“Stop breathing down my neck.” 

“We’re fine.” 

“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”

“Scared yet?”

“Now how do we get back?”

“You’re never leaving here.”

“You’re never leaving me.”

“They’ll never find you.”

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Black Sails | XXXV.

#|| there's just so much you can take || self || #|| running with the wolves || flint || #god they hurt me big time

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

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SILVER & FLINT ▸ Black Sails, 3.1

#|| there's just so much you can take || self || #|| running with the wolves || flint || #THIS is my favorite scene FOR reasons #thank you

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@cxptainflint said "What if it's a lesson that I don't care to learn?"

"Well, I cannot force you then, can I?"

His mind dwells in dangerous territories. Memories of a time he has done his best to erase, yet which once in a while comes back to haunt him. Flint, stubborn, unmoving like the ocean herself, reminds him of the time, of someone he refuses to even speak the name of. 'a ghost of his past '.

Yet, this fragment is willed away, forced to the furthest corner of his mind and locked up tightly.

This inner turmoil is never shown on the outside, and the smile of danger and mischief spreads on his lips. ' untouched, unfazed '.

"You are a hazard. Not only to the world, but very much to yourself... and also me. The world I can't say I truly care so much about" A shrug. "You, however, are quite necessary for my survival, and I would very much like to stay alive"

He leans over the desk, peers into the eyes of one James Flint. There is no longer fear when he looks at him for they are equals now, partners, perhaps even friends if he dares believe so.

"If you don't care to learn the lesson, Captain, at the very least take heed. Because if you go and get yourself killed, I will find your sorry corpse and return you to the land of the living, only so I can beat some fucking sense into you"

Knuckles turns white from the iron grip he has on the heavy wooden desk, perhaps out of pain, the half fever he always seems to carry due to the blasted leg. But also from the slight hint of rage burning deep within him.

"You are endangering me as well with your idiocy, so for fucks sake, listen to me for once, think before you act"

His voice is never raised, but rather holds a tone low like the softest of growls, as if he's containing this mix between thunder and fire brewing in his chest. Soon to burst, and when it does, he wonders what will be left.

#cxptainflint #verse || blood and fire || main #|| running with the wolves || flint || #so i have come to the realization that these two can never have anything nice #either one or both destroys it with there anger #and im like #but fluff when? #queue away