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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝟶𝟶𝟷.

For four and a half years, since joining the Harbinger and whenever she was in Tortuga, Klio had been a frequent customer at the Siren's Nest. While she had her favourites, there hadn't been one that she would only go to... Until Anika came to the island. She is the only siren Klio will sleep with and has been the past six months. Whenever she comes to the Siren's Nest and Anika's busy with another client, she will pay coin for another siren, but only to speak with them for awhile, or for some of them, to help teach them how to read, write, and learn more about other things in the world. She hasn't slept with another siren, or anyone else, in the past six months.

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*serenades you with my 1700s sea shanties*

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Six months. It has been six months since Anika arrived in Tortuga, but it feels as if they've known each other longer. As if it has been years since they first met each other; that it has been years of her being able to lov—... Warmth spread throughout her body at the thought. She wanted to tell her. But not yet, not now. But soon. Soon, she'll share the three words she's been wanting to tell her for awhile now. The three words that she can at least share through her actions, through sex, through kissing her. Especially through kissing her.

And soon enough, she'll be back out to sea. Soon enough, she'll be sailing away, looking for other ships to raid and plunder, gathering up as much secrets, information, books, scrolls, maps, and other wonderful trinkets as possible to keep. Until they're back out to sea, she will spend every day visiting Anika. Adoring her, cherishing her, spending time with her, conversing with her, and just getting to be with her.

As long as she has enough coin in her pocket, surely Dorian wouldn't mind. Klio often worried about the man. He cares about Anika almost as much as she does, and she knows that he would do anything to protect her. Sometimes, she worried that he would stop them from seeing each other. That he would deny her visitation to the siren. It was a horrible fear, yet one that she was ready to fight against.

As much as she respected the man, she would not allow him to stop her from seeing the woman who has become her everything. She refused to allow that to happen.

She sighed happily as she kissed her thumb and tucked her hair behind her ear. By the gods of the sea, each touch was magic. She truly was being touched by the goddess of love and beauty. "As do you," she promised, leaning into her touch. "Everything your heart desires, you deserve. I would give you the moon itself if it meant seeing your beautiful smile." Her own features fell at her words. Yasemin shook her head quickly. "Please don't say that," she whispered, carefully running her fingers through her hair. "You are worthy of everything good in this world. That will always be the truth, even if you might not believe it. Aşkım, I promise you: you are worth far more than I could ever possibly say. You're kind, warm, compassionate, intelligent, sweet, strong, and so incredibly beautiful, inside and out. You are everything and more, Anika Aishwarya. And I am ready to remind you of that as much as possible."

The world, the moon, the sun, the stars: everything Anika could possibly want, she'll give it to her. That and so much more.

Yasemin giggled happily as she was pushed back onto the bed. Staring at the magnificent siren as though she was responsible for every wonderful thing in the world. "All yours," she repeated. Moaning softly at her fingers in her hair and rolling her hips against her body. "For anything and everything, I'm completely yours."

deep down anika knew that the tide called to klio — she knew that she didn’t compare to unpredictable waters, to beautiful jewels, to the excitement of a raid — but she hoped she’d always be able to call klio back home, in her arms. her insecurities ate at her, though. she was certain klio would find someone at sea who she loved and cherished — someone who led a similar life. anika knew nothing of piracy, only what her clients would divulge drunkenly, in an attempt to impress her. the only pirate tales she wished to hear were the ones that fell from kilo’s perfect lips. as much as the mere thought tore her heart up, anika knew that if klio had to choose between her or the ocean, anika would encourage her to choose the deep blue sea.

every time she had to say goodbye to klio, anika felt the tie between their hearts loosen, but never break. she was all too familiar with the thought that every kiss could be their last. klio could change her mind, never return back to tortuga — or worse. the idea of losing klio to violence or the open sea haunted her in nightmares where she’d wake up in a cold sweat, struggling to catch her breath.

so, anika often used her wiles to lure klio back to bed — despite any clients waiting for her. always asking for one more kiss with doe eyes and the batting of her lashes — even though is was never just one more kiss, was it?

anika smiled softly, kissing klio’s thumb as the other traced her lower lip. she shook her head, bringing her fingers up to tuck some of klio’s beautiful hair behind her ear — her locks held the night sky in them, anika was sure of that. “you deserve the heavens, the earth, and the sea and all the most beautiful, happy things they hold.” her fingers softly trailed to klio’s cheek, giving her a smile, “i’d give you the stars if i could.” pressing a kiss to her forehead, anika hummed, “you’ve given me the world, my love. you’ve given me far more than i’m worthy of.” her smile faltered just slightly as she thought of the late nights she’d spent in the arms of patrons who had left her devoid of happiness and how it was unfair to klio — to know that other people stole her nights, spent time in the very bed she and klio were in. “i feel safe in your arms. your touch is my haven. you’ve shown me love, darling. only you.”

“aren’t i lucky?” she hummed, nearly melting beneath klio’s touch. the most tender, loving touch she’d ever known. it ignited a fire in her and she flipped her body, gently pushing klio back on the bed before slowly crawling on top of her. “all yours, you say?” she whispered against the kiss as her fingers tangled themselves in klio’s hair.

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Klio looked up at the voice. "I got it," she snapped. Then she winced at her tone. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm... I've found everything. It's just... Too much has been ruined." Of course, there was the part of her that was relieved that not everything has been destroyed. She has no idea what she would've done if that had been the case. And even in the end, the most important thing to her was safely at the Siren's Nest.

The tide had shaken her more than she cared to admit. While there were worse possible destructions, such as earthquakes and hurricanes, this had been horrible. What's worse was that she couldn't stop thinking about might've happened at she been out at sea instead of in town. If Anika would've been okay or if she would've been injured or... She shut her eyes for a moment as she took a shuddering breath. "Sorry, um... Do you need help finding anything?" she asked, opening her eyes to look at the other.

her boots were caked in mud, her feet sinking into mud and sand as she walked the ruins of the deserter's dock. her eyes scanned the area for anything shiny, anything interesting. astrea was ever the opportunist.

she crouched, fingers picking through wood and metal hoping for something particularly intriguing like a pocket watch or compass. the blonde stood up at the sound of the other person. nodding, she glanced around at the wreckage. tortuga had had some storms in the past, but nothing so...destructive. "do ya need help findin' anythin'?"

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“The sky speaks in a thousand colors.” ~ S. R. Abbasi 

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𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚘 & 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗

Klio had tried not to shown how terrified she had been during the wave. She had taken Anika to safe and secure location, ensuring her protection, when it had happened. Refusing to leave until she knew that the siren was safe and secure. While she knew that her and Dorian needed to talk before she could ask the woman her incredibly important question, there truly was no time left to do so. Once she had ensured all her belongings were retrieved, she headed back to the Siren's Nest. The woman on a mission to make her dream come true, no matter the cost. Anika is worth it. Always has been, always will be.

Because if she learned anything from this storm, it was that nothing was guaranteed. Things could be lost in a moment. And Klio would rather die than lose Anika, especially during a moment that she hadn't been there. She was founding herself grateful that the Harbinger were still in Tortuga. If they hadn't when this happened... If something had happened to Anika... Gods, no. No more. The archivist quickly knocked on Dorian's bedroom door, hoping that he was in. She needed to do this, and to do it now.

location: the siren's nest

when: may 1728

who: @cursedsails

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𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑𝚜 (𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙)

All the signs had been there. Something big was going to happen, and she knew it. If Klio hadn't been so distracted by figuring out how to ask Anika to join the Harbinger, perhaps she would've seen them sooner. Yet, she hadn't. And now, the island had been washed up. After ensuring that Anika was okay, the archivist had been quick to go around the island searching each and every single scroll, book, map, and trinket that belonged to her and her fellow Harbinger archivist. Fortunately, most of the records had copies, so plenty of them were salvageable. There were others that were waterlogged, yet she remembered them distinctly enough that she should be able to rewrite new ones. The secrets were kept in a ledger that never left her side, so those were safe.

The books and maps... Too many of had been destroyed. While she would be able to get new maps, the books had been a steady collection that she's built these past five years. There was no guarantee that she'd be able to find them all over their next few raids or barter for the exact ones at the market. She could write down all the titles and authors to keep an eye out, but there was no guarantee. "Fucking damn it all!" she cursed, carrying a bunch of watery and muddy books in her arm close to her side.

location: around deserter's dock

when: april 1728

who: everyone, capping at three (3)!

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She tensed at first due to the singular word. For a moment, she thought he might've changed his mind. Yet, as he continued on, she understood. "I will," she assured him, nodding. While she would still do everything in her power to protect the siren, just like she promised years ago, Anika would have to learn how to become a pirate. She would have to learn how to fight and to protect not only herself, but to also stand up for her crew. Klio had to remind herself just now that she still needed to be loyal to Vidar and the rest of the Harbinger crew; not only Anika.

It would be challenging. But, if it meant a life with her, then so be it. She'll teach Anika how to wield a sword. She'll teach her how to fire a pistol. She'll teach her how to fight. Just like how she was taught. "And she will, captain. I'll ensure it." The very thought of the younger woman knowing how to protect herself, of seeing her wield a sword and pistol, was admittedly quite a beautiful thought. "I'll let you know what she decides. And if she chooses it, I'll start her training soon. Would you be able to help us find the right role for her?" She wanted to say Archivist, yet she knew that if they were to work together, they wouldn't be able to get anything done. And she was certain he knew that as well.

"no." if anika will say yes to joining them she needed to learn how to protect herself, piracy isn't for the weak or those that seek protection. it was for the brutal because in a battle one must protect themselves before others. "teach her." he will not have a weak link on the harbinger, despite his generous offer and the silent way the harbinger sailed, they could still encounter danger.

there is power in knowing how to wield a sword and a pistol, it just a matter if one does it well, there are plenty of pirates who are terrible and easy pray. his former captain might have been poison on this earth but he taught vidar to have too much blood on his hands, not that is what he was asking klio to make anika, only enough to know how to she could protect herself. "she must know."

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There it was again. His dismissiveness. As if her very existence was worth no more than the sand beneath his feet. As if she was an idiot for trying to defend herself without trying to offend him more. As if her words meant nothing As if she was worth nothing.

"It was not a mistake," she said, her voice steadier and with more bite than before. Any sense of diplomacy beginning to wash away while her bull-headedness began to appear. "Though I suppose it was a mistake to try and automatically give you the respect I thought you deserve. Silly me.

"You are right: I don't mean anything to you. Nor do you to me. Which must mean that my existence does not need to be justified by you, of course." She knew who she is. She knows what she is. It had never been reliant on the opinion of the arrogant, self-righteous assholes back in Midyat and Constantinople; so why must it be so now with a pirate she'll most likely never speak to again? A pirate who was as much of a peacock as all the men back in the Ottoman court. And simply because she is a pirate, that doesn't mean she isn't capable of admitting when she is in the wrong. Which, she supposes, in a way, makes her better than him.

It was that consideration that left her to smile at him. His patronizing words and rude tone no longer affecting her nor making her want to cower. Instead, she stood taller. The boredom of this now reflecting in her eyes as she stared him down. "Yes, indeed. My books wouldn't be a waste of time such as this was, now would it? At least I won't have to worry about sounding perfectly polished." She began to turn her back to him, giving a small, yet patronizing in her own way, wave to the pirate captain. "À bientôt... Laurent."

God, he was bored now. Of this. Of her

"I don't recall asking for a name. That might have been a mistake on your part-" He gives the side of his head a soft tap with his forefinger, staring at her. He blinks slowly and it's a wonder his eyelids aren't double lidded like a reptiles. His expression remains coolly passive. "-But I shall remember that, Little mouse, a name is a handy thing to know."

His pretty face twists, brows slanting down hard over his eyes, his mouth a hard line that slices his face in half like an old scar. He makes a noise and it sounds half trapped in his throat, a cough he can't quite get out. It's disapproving either way.

"You speak to me as if I care about what you are. As if you mean something to me, or perhaps you think that you should mean something to me if you just keep talking." He shrugs, shoulders lifting indifferently under the fine silk he wears. "-Are you trying to justify your own existence to me? or yourself?" Laurent peers down at her and there's nothing but thinly vailed ennui in his gaze. "-Either way, it's not changing my mind, little mouse. You're apologising to a Pirate, on a island full of Pirates." He laughs at her, right in her face "-surely even you can see the irony in that."

He waves her of with a rude and dismissive flick of his wrist. "I think I can hear your books are calling." He waggles his fingers at her, already turning to leave. "-perhaps the next time we run into each other you won't have the luxury of sounding so perfectly polished-" The smirk he gives her then is wolfish, all teeth and ill-intent. "-Kilo."

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Anika was deserving of everything good and beautiful that this life had to offer. Never has she met anyone more deserving of that. Never has she met anyone with such a pure heart as her. This woman was truly everything and more. She was more radiant than the sun, more mystifying than the moon, shone brighter than the stars, and was far more beautiful than the deep blue sea. The ocean couldn't match to her. It has tried to, and she did greatly love it. Yet she found herself becoming more and more drawn to the siren than she did for piracy. If there was a way to have both, she would gladly take it. As for now, that is, she would take any moment she could with the younger woman. For as long as possible.

Her life wasn't certain. She may wish that it was, but the truth of the matter was that it wasn't. She could very well lose her life tomorrow due to a tavern fight. The ocean could one day claim her during a raid. Or she very well may be able to live a long and happy life. None of which she knew for certain. None of which could be guaranteed.

All she knew was that, should something happen to her, she would at least love to spend much of her life with Anika. That all of her happiest moments have been with her. Luckily, that was becoming the case. So even if something were to happen to her, she would leave the world knowing that she had spent these past few years cherishing the siren and being cherished by her. Though, of course, she wouldn't object to having more time with her.

"Oh, my darling," she whispers. Caressing her bottom lip softly with her thumb. Klio shook her head before continuing, "I do not deserve you. You have made my life the happiest I've ever been; I truly wish that I provided the same for you. That you feel safe and at peace when you are with me." Gods know how many of Anika's other patrons that she's nearly slaughtered due to their treatment of her. She would happily rid the world of anyone who dared try to take away that smile from the other's lips, the sunlight in her eyes, and the joy in her laugh. May the sea forbid the wrath one should face if they ever were to hurt her.

"Yours." With one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, fingers tracing slowly up and down her spine, and the other cupping her cheek, her lips brushed over her love's. She was the most marvelous siren to ever grace the earth. And she was all hers. "My Anika. All mine." She pulled her in, kissing her deeply, passionately, as though she was under water and Anika's lips, her kiss, was the only way to provide her with air. For she truly was the air she breathed and her greatest happiness.

anika felt anything but pure — once she’d tragically accepted her life as a siren, she felt used and undeserving of happiness. of course she didn’t feel that way about the other sirens — they deserved the world, but anika? no, she didn’t. any time she wasn’t entertaining a client, she’d cry in bed. she was so grateful that dorian and the other sirens comforted her — and she even brought her favorite old baby blanket with her to ease her pain. but, the letters of disappointed her parents had sent were seared into her mind as her clothes lay on the floor each night. but kilo. she had walked in and changed it all — she treated her with care, she made her feel seen, she enjoyed her body but also her heart and her mind. whenever she was with the beauty, anika felt safe.

her greatest fear now was losing klio. losing her to someone else, losing her to the ocean, losing her to a change in her mind. it could all come crashing down at any second and that terrified her. but in these sacred moments, she was kilo’s and klio was hers.

anika tried to avoid thoughts of klio out at sea, knowing she was beautiful and free to do as her heart desired, but the idea of her finding love in another’s arms made her feel ill. “i don’t deserve you,” she hummed, batting her lashes at the other, “but you give me the world. and i can only hope i bring you happiness, my dear.” klio’s moan was music to her ears — causing her heart to skip a beat.

a joyful, carefree giggle slipped through her lips as klio listed each goddess with a press of her lips to her skin. anika’s body was on fire with klio’s touch and the feeling of her soft lips that seemed to write poetry on her skin. “yasemin,” she hummed in a sing-song tone, “my yasemin.” flipping around slowly, anika sat in the other’s lap, gazing into her eyes as she traced her face with her fingers trying to memorize it — never wanting to forget these moments.

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Sea gods rue the day Cathal came into her life with his fucking annoying ass. The man was truly lucky that he was so beautiful—but not even one's beauty can change how frustrating they are. If that was the case, then perhaps their relationship would be much different. Then again... The more annoying the man became, the more she had the urge to shut him up with her lips. It was a highly conflicting emotion. "Accusation? Don't you mean "the truth"? You have that gleam in your eye when you're ready to start shit." She hated how well she's grown to know him and to know that. "You are. Which makes you even more of a frustration in my life."

Klio's eyes flashed in angry realization. Her hand quickly clasping her satchel. "Cathal," she warned. Darling. She hated how much that hit her core, causing her to tense up and trying to ignore the variety of emotions coursing through her being. She hates his smug attitude. She hates the words that come out of his mouth. She hates that smirk and the glint in his eye. She hates him. Now, if she could repeat that constantly, maybe it'll become the truth. "That's because I am proud of my position and you treat it like a joke," Klio says, her eyes narrowing in a glare. She tried not to imagine him turned on. She tried not to become turned on by imagining him turned on. Gods, why can't she make up her mind about him? Why must he make this so difficult. Her jaw clenched. "Those rumours are fucking shit and you know it. Is that all? I am certain that you have plenty of patrons to check on; I wouldn't dream of keeping you all to myself."

"it was far too late for that warning. the second he locked eyes on klio something stirred within him ; the desire to annoy, certainly, for her reactions were simply glorious. if you asked cathal, it was at least seventy percent her own fault he continued to seek her out. if she didn't react so, he would ( probably ) get bored and leave her to her stacks of books and papers. thus, he strutted directly over with renewed enthusiasm. "i resent that accusation," he didn't, of course -- hence the glee written plainly across suntanned features. "but if i were to start shit, i would be exceptionally good at it, don't you think?" head tilted, eyes wide and expectant as if the question was genuine and klio's answer would be anything other than more fuel to the fire.

long fingers walked along the table and he hummed a quiet tune, reaching for the contents of her satchel as he caught and held her gaze ; a dare to reprimand him. "oh, darling. you are ever so sensitive about your position, you know. it makes 'spouting shite' about it all the more enticing." a crooked grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "do you really think givin' me a smack would turn me off it? don't be a tease." the real effect would be quite the opposite. i thought you were cleverer than that... what with all your books and whatnot. now," cathal paused, inhaling deeply before continuing, unphased, "i assume you remembered to write down how youse got here this time. there were rumours of the harbinger stranded because they lost a few wee papers not so long ago. did ye have anything to do with that?"

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Klio had been so wrapped up by the idea of a life with Anika outside of the Siren's Nest that she hadn't considered the possible dangers that the open sea possessed. It wouldn't be an easy life. And maybe Anika wouldn't want to spend all that time on the Harbinger, learning how to live this new life. A life that the archivist was still learning about herself. But she didn't want to take such a choice away from her siren either. She wanted to give her that chance. A chance of them being together.

She nodded. "I-I know," she whispers. "I will help her, should she choose to join. I will protect her. But I want to at least give her that choice. I want her to know that if we could be together still, that we don't have to spend weeks waiting until we're reunited, then she deserves to make it. I will do everything in my power to ensure no harm befalls her should she choose this life." Even if she has to kill again to ensure Anika's safety, she would do it. She would do anything for the woman. "If we can have a life together, even on the open sea, then it'll all be worth it."

it would be a risk, their lives at sea is not an easy one and not everyone can handle it. whatever anika could or not is up for debate but at least vidar offered. of course she'll have to pull her weight like anybody else on his crew and that is something they needed to consider. he did not answer her question, simply took another bite of his food that was growing colder by the second.

"it won't be easy." the harbinger is known for it's stealth and timing but it didn't mean she didn't see her fair share of combat. how many have they killed over the years? vidar has stopped counting but if it's worth it, then at least one of them will find happiness at sea. "dangerous." he added just so klio remembered what is at stake should this decision be made.

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Elizabeth Swann’s wardrobe in THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL (2003) dir. Gore Verbinski

Costume Designer: Penny Rose

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"Klio," she says calmly, taking in a deep breath. Trying her hardest to calm herself down as each and every single word grew to frustrate her. She tried to be respectful. She tried to be diplomatic. He? He was being a complete ass and she wondered what he was trying to gain out of it. What it was about getting under her skin that seemed to thrill him.

He enjoys this. The glint in his eyes and the tone of his voice only seemed to prove that. She was nothing to him. They don't know each other. So why play with her like a viper with its food? To get her to snap at him? "Please... My name is Klio, sir."

His enjoyment was frustrating and she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing that frustration grow.

"I mean each and every single word, La Diamant. I am simply trying to be diplomatic, as I was raised to be. Sniveling and blubbering won't do much good either, would it?" She doesn't snivel. She doesn't blubber. Not anymore. That part of her died a long time ago, no matter how much it tried to haunt her or raise back from the dead.

"I do not mean nor wish to make an enemy of you, sir. As was said: I'm simply an archivist. I'm much too insignificant to be an enemy of any sorts. And truly, I am sorry for my insults. I promise, I'm being sincere in that."

He wondered if he were getting to her. Laurent had been told before that his insistent belittling was irritating and often uncalled for. He enjoyed doing it though. He liked playing the brat. He was good at it.

The way her jaw flexed made him grin, a flash of white teeth across his face, like a sharks maw. His eyes snapped down and then back up again.

Laurent laughs, shrill and loud and obnoxious. "Oh-" he muses then "-little mouse." His head tilts to the side and he slow blinks like a lazy cat, sunning himself in the of throws of her well practiced words.

"-You know what you sound like, little mouse?" he says coyly, his voice low and despite the honey sweet way his accent curls at the words, there's a meanness there as well. It sticks to the underside of what he says, turns it rotten. He's as catty as the highborn girls his sister used to practice music with.

"-Like one of those stage actresses. You talk like you're reading from a page." Mirth makes his eyes twinkle silver for a moment "-tell me, do you write every single thing you say down before you say it? It could make an apology-" He blinks at her pointedly "-feel insincere."

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She can join us.

"Wh-What?" She stares at him with wide eyes. He would truly offer Anika a place on his crew... because of how much she means to Klio? Her bottom lip quivered in shock for a moment, taking the time to process his words. Those four words echoed inside her mind for a moment: She can join us. "You'd... You'd offer that to her... Because of me?"

Scanning his face, a smile began to grow. Finally, a small laugh escaped and she nodded quickly. "I'll... I'll ask her, yes. Tonight. I'll see if she'd be interested in joining us." It wasn't the life she hoped to give the siren, but it was better than the life they had now. At least now, should Anika choose it, they could always be together. And from what she knew, Dorian would be accepting of it. Nisa was both siren and Silk; surely Anika could be both siren and Harbinger. "Thank you... Vidar. I hope she'll accept it."

he didn't know the answer to her question, in his mind you couldn't have a life that involved someone waiting for him on shore, their ventures sometimes took weeks and he doesn't know what it's like to miss someone for that long, well, that was a lie but he refused to think about it again. so instead all vidar could offer klio is his silence which he doesn't think will be comforting in her situation but there was little he could do if she still choses to stay with the harbinger.

then an idea came into his head, if klio didn't want to leave why couldn't anika join them? he was sure he could find something for the young woman to do. "she can join us." he offered, it wouldn't be the home klio was probably imagining but it was better than them being apart, no?

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"Do. Not. Dare. Come over here and start your shit, Cathal." Klio could not fully say how or what she felt for the man. He irritated her. He intrigued her. She wanted to slap him straight across that smug face of his. She wanted to kiss him and fuck the attitude out of him. It was a thin line that she had a foot on each side whenever she saw the barkeep. Anyone could see how handsome he is. And that had capture her at first, along with that accent of his.

But opening his mouth meant having to actually listen to the words that came out of it, not just the accent. It was the words that caused her to roll her eyes and huff out sighs of annoyance. The woman had been going through her satchel, having worked on recording the Harbinger's last raid and making sure she had the correct information down, when she noticed Cathal coming her way. "If you are about to spout whatever shit about my position again, I will finally give you that smack you deserve."

location: the devil's cask tavern

when: april 1728

who: @stranachs