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HANDE ERÇEL in Aşkı Hatırla | episode 1

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This truly was real. The longer they stood there, the longer she remained in her arms, the longer she listened to her breathing, the longer she could hear her heartbeat, the more she began to realize that this wasn't a dream. That every second since they were separated has led them to this very moment: Anika Aishwarya was here. She was back. She was home. She was in her arms and she was speaking and this was all real. Truly and completely real. The moment she has dreamt of since she realized the other was gone was now happening and as much pain as her heart felt right now, she would be a liar if she said she wasn't also experiencing great happiness. That she wasn't the happiest she's ever been over having the love of her life back home with her. Back in her arms again.

She listened to her words silently, though she had whimpered as Anika pulled back. She looked deep into her night sky eyes, knowing that her own expression must've been a mixture of emotions right now. That there was clearly so much on her mind regarding this whole situation.

But, above all, there was one emotion that was held in her gaze as she stared back at her: love. She was still completely and utterly in love with the siren.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, her voice threatening to break. Her hand moved to cup her face, her thumb tracing over her bottom lip. "It's not silly, Anika. I... I would've understand. And keep me safe, what—what does that mean?" Eyebrows furrowing, she looked back at her love. And then, her features softened. They had a choice right now: either they could rejoice in reuniting together or they could allow anger and heartbreak to take over them. And as angry as she was, she would be a damn fool not to take in this moment with her the way they should've had Anika told her the truth weeks ago. "Come with me," she said softly. Taking her chin between her fingers to lift her gaze up to hers. "I'm upset and I need time to forgive you... But my life has been Hell ever since you left and I would be a damned fool not to rejoice in you coming back to me. So... We can discuss more of this in the morning. Right now, come with me to my flat." Yasemin gazed into Anika's eyes before she leaned in to kiss away some of her tears. "I've missed you. More than I could ever possibly say."

klio was a vision — there was a constellation of warmth and admiration that twinkled in anika’s chest when she saw her. it was the first sparkle of hope she’d experienced since she left klio’s arms. klio was the type of love one finds only once in a lifetime and anika had been a fool to abandon it, to leave without warning. in every lifetime, anika was certain they’d loved each other. anika’s emotions were monsters that she ran from in fear and now she could see that her cowardice hurt others. guilt ran through her veins, chilling her entire body — the pain in klio’s expression was a knife to her heart. she was elated to see klio, she’d spent every moment away from her thinking of her and dreaming about their reunion. but she’d been naive to think it would be seamless — she’d torn the love up and while it hadn’t been intentional, that didn’t change the fact that anika didn’t know how to mend it. her love for klio grew with each passing second, but anika could feel the shift beneath her very feet.

it was a chasm between the two — a crumbling divide that anika’s hands had split open. why hadn’t she left a note? she wanted to protect klio from harboring her secret, her disappearance. but she could trust klio, she knew that. why had anika let her fear control her?

would klio be able to forgive her? could they ever be the same? anika was bracing herself for the worst.

the moment they were embraced, anika felt the stars align. she was safe in klio’s arms, she’d returned to the only home she desired to dwell in. tears stung her cheeks like salt water spilling into a wound and she nuzzled against klio’s cheek, gently running a hand up and down her back. the moment felt surreal like it was about to be stolen from anika and given away to someone far more deserving. as she pulled back to look klio in the eyes, she felt a pang in her heart. “it was awful of me, yasemin. it was terrible, i should’ve told you…i was scared. and i wanted to keep you safe,” anika had no excuse, nothing to make it better. “i went back to my family…i needed to see my brother, i’ve never missed his birthday. it’s silly, i know,” she shifted her gaze in shame. but — then klio tucked her hair behind her ear so gently, so reverently and anika was able to steady herself. “i was always coming back — there wasn’t a moment i didn’t think about returning to you. but,” she shook her head, “i ruined things. i should’ve told you. i am so sorry, so so sorry.”

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Klio smiled warmly. "What can I say? I'm quite observant." Came with the job, to notice things others wouldn't. She liked making sure that everyone on the crew was taken care of. That they weren't wanting for anything. That absolutely included Vidar. He's her captain and she was completely loyal to the man. Even though there was one person her loyalty lied higher to than him. Though she couldn't admit that to herself right now.

"He accepted my future newborn. Hope he doesn't realize that I don't plan on having any kids." There was a time where she looked forward to being a mother one day. And when she still held hope for a future with Anika, she thought often about what their life could be like with a child. Now, she knew that it was much too dangerous to have children. She's heard too many stories of her fellow pirates growing up at sea or in Tortuga. And frankly, she wasn't eager for such a life. The Archivist nodded at his words, taking another bite of her mango. Though she then shrugged. "I will be," she said, her tone softer. While she hadn't told him about Anika's return, she wasn't ready to talk about her just yet with him. It all felt like too much right now.

vidar huffed in amusement and looked down at the bundle, his eyes lingered on the tobacco more than the fruit, "the seer has competition." he said quietly, clearly joking despite the dry delivery. it's not that tobacco was high on his list of things to get but he was definitely keeping an eye on it. or rather his crew was trying to help him as much as he does them. it was only out of thanks that he took the bundle in his free hand, because otherwise he would've let her kept the fruit.

he looked at klio, "still have your limbs." vidar raised an eyebrow as he pointed out the obvious. even this small amount was something, he himself was in talked with a smuggler for a much larger shipment that was risky but needed, not only for the harbinger but for the forge too. "yes." he shrugged, was he really? did it matter if he wasn't? his priority was making sure the crew and the harbinger were taken care of anyway. "are you?"

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Her throat dried at his words. "Don't." Her words were soft, raspy, as she forgotten how to speak for a moment. As she felt her tongue come heavy, as if it was made of lead instead. Klio couldn't look at her dear friend for a moment as she struggled to breathe. For about a month, he had to listen to her moaning and cries over Anika being gone. He's had to endured her pain as they worked together. And now, he has to listen to her scoff and bitch over her anger.

It wasn't that she was angry at Anika. No, she could never. She understood why she had to leave. But that was it: she was hurt about the situation. And she was angry that she struggled to trust the woman she loves more than anything. No... loved.

No. Loves.

"Please..." She sighed softly, shaking her head. "Please, don't. It's complicated, Etienne. And I really don't want to talk about her or it. Not tonight. Not while she's fucking someone else." She winced at her own words. She never had an issue with Anika's job before. She still doesn't. Except... It hurts a little more now. And she hated herself for even saying such a thing. "That wasn't fair... Fuck, I'm a mess."

The Siren's Nest is not one of Etienne's favoured haunts, and he is really only here tonight to serve as company for Klio, who seems quite determined to indulge her vices, one way or another. He hums his acknowledgement when she complains about the quality of the liquor in her cup, though he cannot speak to the accuracy of her statement, since his own contains nothing harder than water.

"I was expecting that your mood would improve, with the return of your sweetheart," Etienne comments mildly, the sudden leap between topics perfectly logical, to his mind, "But you still seem angry." He has spent the better part of the last few weeks listening patiently to Klio's woes, at a loss for how to help her, and he had hoped that the reappearance of the woman, Anika, would be a suitable balm for his friend's wounds. It seems he has miscalculated. "Perhaps it is not as you thought?"

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𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 (𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙)

If there was one thing to be known about Klio, it was that she loved to torture herself. She knew that Anika was there. She had seen the woman, but she hadn't been seen. She witnessed the siren taking a client with her to her room and the fire that burned within her was bright. Jealousy was an ugly emotion to possess, especially when regarding a person that she wasn't all too entirely sure that she trusted anymore. Yet she was still in love with her just the same.

With the Devil's Cask currently struggling due to the crown's recent behaviour, she thought that coming to the Siren's Nest could bestow upon her much needed distraction from the woman upstairs. Drink, conversation, flesh, she didn't care. She needed to forget about Anika. At least for a few hours.

The Historian took a sip of her whiskey and her nose crinkled. "Did an imbecile distil this? Even the slums of Midyat had better liquor than this."

location: the siren's nest

when: june 1728

who: everyone, capping at three (3)!

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"I hope you appreciate what I go through for you." While the words sounded like scolding, there was a playful jest to them as well. Klio walked up to Vidar and held out a clothed bag. Inside it was tobacco and some fruit, both of which has become luxuries recently. By the gods of the sea, fuck the crown. It still felt a little odd to hold such a curse. After all, had her life been what was planned out, she might've held an acquaintanceship with the crown. Yet now, she cursed them and the day they were all born.

She stood next to the man, watching out the scene before her. How just a mere hour ago, she had to use her bartering skills against a few smugglers to obtain the treasures she received for her captain. While he hadn't ask for them, she wanted to give them to him. "Seriously, this one smuggler was trying to ask for an arm, leg, and my first born for that mango. They're good, but they're not that good." She held up her own mango that she'd been snacking on, shaking it as if to prove her point. A moment of quietness. She didn't want to pressure the man with questions... But, she supposed one wouldn't hurt. "Are you okay...?"

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vidar didn't have much tobacco left in his smoking pipe and yet he wasn't going to stop, especially not because of the fucking crown. so yes, he still stood at the docks, looking up at the harbinger and thinking what were their next steps. his crew was looking to him for answers and he will have them. it will be a cold day in hell when the harbinger and its crew was missing anything.

but unfortunately sacrifices would have to be made when coin was no longer thought important at a place where people were struggling for food, clothes and shelter. he knew the obvious solutions were they smugglers but he needed to figure out what they could possibly want in return that wasn't out of greed. despite being lost his thought he still heard klio stepping next to him but said nothing, only glancing at her in order to acknowledge her presence. ever since this whole blockade started he appeared still stoic, as if he wasn't worried but deep inside he was, but only because of his crew.

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Was this a dream come true? Or was this a nightmare, with her waking up soon only to have her be torn from her again? Was she to flutter her eyes and for Anika to be gone? Was she to be filled with sweet, beautiful hope for a moment... only for it to be ripped from her again? Her heart couldn't be certain. It was twisting and pulling in many different directions. There was the happiness. There was the joy and, yes, there was the love she felt for her. The love that has grown countlessly since the moment she first met the siren all those months ago that fateful night at the Nest. The love that has never wavered, not even once, during this past month of her being gone.

But... There was that as well: she left. There'd been no note, no warning, absolutely nothing. So along with those happy emotions, there were so many upset emotions as well: confusion, anger, heartbreak... But above all... The trust they've built since that first night together, it had began to diminish these past few weeks.

How could she love her when she couldn't trust her anymore?

Even so, the moment Anika opened her arms to wrap around her, Klio practically leapt into them. Sobbing as she heard her name, her true name. The name she asked her to call her before she left. A moment of trust and love, now left her feeling broken. "Wh-Why?" Why should she forgive her? Why should they go back to how they were before? Why should she continue allowing her to call her by her true name? She simply buried her face in the crook of the siren's neck, holding onto her tighter and sobbing. Her being shaking as she tried to wrap her mind around everything that has transpired these past few weeks. "Why... Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me?" She raised her head to look up at Anika. Her bottom lip trembling as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Instinct taking over her. "I thought I would never see you again," she whispered.

anika hadn’t meant to abandon klio, but she had to take the first boat out — she had to go back to cap-haitien, no matter the risk. it was her younger brother’s birthday, the most important day to anika. she’d never missed his birthday and she was willing to put her life at stake if it meant a few weeks with her family. she’d snuck enough of her earnings from her blackmailer to send money to him each week — as if she was still at the siren’s nest. the journey back to tortuga had been somber — her heart aching for her past and the family she left behind in cap-haitien. the only light she could find was the promise of being in klio’s arms again. if she’d forgive anika for slipping away with no notice.

as soon as anika’s boat had docked on tortuga, she’d grabbed her belongings and ran to where she hoped she’d find klio. the necklace she had given anika hung on her neck and anika held tightly to the pendant as she weaved her way through the crowd. she could feel it — she could feel the thread that tied them together and it was growing tighter. klio had to be close.

with soft sand between her toes, anika’s gaze scanned the shoreline, hoping for a glimpse of klio. she could only hope that klio would forgive her, even though she didn’t deserve it at all. and there she was, standing like a greek goddess carved from marble — almost too beautiful to touch. anika approached her with hesitation, even though everything in her told her to jump into klio’s arms. it felt as if the waves washing ashore were waiting with bated breath for klio and anika and a soft smile curved into her lips. “yasemin,” her voice broke on the name she’d whispered countless times since they’d parted. all she could do was wrap her arms around the other, tears falling down her face. “please forgive me. please forgive me. i am so sorry.”

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By the gods of the sea, she truly needed this. Between Anika returning and her still processing her emotions regarding that, to the crown's latest fucking masterpiece that has left the island in anarchy, a moment of peace was well-needed. And that peace, of course, came in the form of the Oracle. The man who has left her feeling calm whenever they were together, even while going on their own adventure. With him, she felt steady.

"Even if so, I would still be happy," she confessed. The wind tousled her dark curls, yet she left them be. Klio preferred her hair down and wild, styled by the salt and wind from the sea. She looked over at the man as her smile grew. "I really needed this adventure with you. Even if it turns out there's nothing there." A beat, she laughs. "Though I certainly hope there's something. How glorious would that be?"

A wonderful treasure in the form of a book and map for them to find. It sounded so good, so beautiful, so exciting. Perhaps this all would've been better if Etienne was with them, but her fellow Archivist was busy with his own discoveries. Klio held her lantern up, her heart pounding with excitement. "Together on three?" She held her hand out to her friend. Her beaming smile growing as she look at him, excitement in her eyes.

status: closed ft. aman + klio @ap1ratesl1fe location: the streets of tortuga, night

aman glanced down at his companion, a rare glint of unguarded excitement flickering in his eyes—a boyish kind of spark that softened the usual shadows clinging to his expression. the day had been spent wading through the more tedious demands of the harbringer: haggling over barrels of rice, selling off splintered crates and warped tools for coin, paying divers to scrape barnacles from her keel. all necessary, all dull. by mid-afternoon, he’d nearly fallen asleep against a pile of coiled rope.

but somewhere between a trade stall and the shipwright’s shed, he caught a snatch of conversation—two merchants, low-voiced and agitated, speaking of strange items cast aside on the edge of town: a map soaked in seawater, a lover driven mad by obsession, and a book scrawled in a language no one could name. relics tossed behind a shuttered shop, hidden from the street’s view.

“i’ll admit, it could all be smoke,” he said, the quickness in his step betraying his doubt. “but something about the way they spoke… it felt real. the kind of real that finds its way to people like us.” he turned down a narrow path, still waterlogged and littered with debris, lantern light brushing the stone. “the drop’s just ahead.”

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Klio was still getting use to finding her flat. It was a newer development now that she was on the island longer and she felt it made more sense to have a place of her own, if not for her to rest at then to at least be storage for her items. After the tide many weeks ago, it felt smart to do so. Even though she was still learning how to get back to it at night.

Sighing as she came across another false turn, she'd been ready to turn back when someone bumped into her. Yet, before she could exclaim and scold them, she recognized that voice. "... Ovie?" She quickly reached out to stop him from leaving. Finally getting a good look at his face beneath his hood. "Ovie! Thank the gods you're here!" The Historian quickly wrapped her arms around him. Holding him tight against her as she kissed her friend's cheek. "I was so worried about you..."

open — ovie ; an alleyway

ovie kept his head down. his hood hung low over his brow, damp with sweat and sea fog. his boots slid in the filth of the alley, breath shallow, chest tight. he'd been out too long, taken too many turns. every shadow looked like a noose. he rounded the corner sharp, hoping to vanish through the other side, but collided hard into someone standing square in his path.

the impact knocked the wind from his chest, panic surged hot in his throat. for a moment he froze, hood still drawn, face hidden, but every muscle taut with fight or flight. "shit." he breathed hoarsely. "sorry." he muttered, trying to make a start to get off again.

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Maybe it wasn't the wisest choice to care about Sikander. After all, she was the captain of the Raider's Revenge. They were one of the Harbinger's greatest rivals. There were many reasons why the two ships didn't get along and she knew, she knew, that she needed to comply to that. To respect that. But... Sikander was unlike anyone she has ever met. She has spent her entire life reading about great figures from Alexander the Great to Queen Cleopatra to Genghis Khan to Kosem Sultan that she knew by now how to spot someone who could be as infamous as them.

Sikander e Sani was one of those people. And by some luck of fate, she respected Klio. How has this happened, she constantly wondered. How did a woman as magnificent as Sikander found herself respecting someone like Klio?

Many pirates have scoffed at the idea of the Harbinger needing two Archivists. She has heard plenty of jokes before. But not the captain. No, it seemed as though the captain was intrigued by her position. Which only left her feeling... well, important. She looked at Sikander and she felt as though she, too, could be great one day. Perhaps not on her level, but it was a wonderful thought.

"I have a proposal." Klio stepped up, giving the captain a knowing smile. Slowly, she reached into her satchel and grabbed a book out of it to show to her. "The first edition of Alf Laylah wa-Laylah, written entirely in Arabic. In exchange for a drink with you, Captain e Sani?"

where: the devil’s cask when: late night with: open!

The rage of the tides had only begotten more rage, and the crew of the raider's revenge each sought a way to exorcise it. Her captain, however, weathered the setback with the set jaw and proud shoulders she'd weathered every storm with. The laughter, too.

At a table staged center of the Devil's Cask, Sikander e Sani was locked palm to palm with a dockworker bold enough to have proposed his candidacy for her crew. Show me your teeth, boy, she'd cackled over a sloshing tankard, —and I'll see if I've the room in my ranks!

The wrestlers locked arms for a breathless few beats, before Sikander drove the man's wrist to the wood with a heavy crack. For his insolence, she reached across the table and patted his cheek firm enough to bruise. For his ego: she took his fresh tankard from his hand and swilled that down too.

When it was drained, she dragged the back of her hand across her scarred lips and planted the cup on the tray of a passing server. "He'll be closing out his tab."

The seat across from her vacated, she turned her eye to the onlookers. "Now, anyone else reckon they have a proposal?"

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𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚘 & 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊

The Historian was torturing herself at this point. Returning to their spot every day, as if Anika would immerge from the sparkling blue waves like Aphrodite herself. Arms wide open and ready to pull her in her arms, to hold her as if no time has passed at all. Only to spend hours there and to be met with disappointment all over again. For her tears to take her over completely until she was certain that she could fill the ocean with her tears.

She can't keep doing this to herself. She knows that. She has repeated that to herself every day for the past week. But she couldn't stop herself from returning to their favourite spot, as if somehow willing her siren to return to her. For her heart to finally stop aching like this.

Klio sighed. One more. One more time. And then no more.

And so, she headed to the beach. Brushing off any vendors and smugglers that tried to reach her attention. She had a goal in mind. And after that... Well. She will finally put her to rest. Anika's memory and love will be gone with the tide.

Sighing, she finally reached the beach, her head hung down as she braced herself. Closing her eyes, she raised her head and inhaled. Hold. Exhaling, she opened her eyes. Gasping softly to herself as they began to tear up. Was this a dream? Has she finally lost it? She couldn't be sure. All she could do was stare for a moment; she couldn't even speak. Her mouth opening and closing as she breathed shakily. Dark eyes scanned over, ensuring that this was real. That everything she hoped for this past month was truly and heartachingly real. "A-Anika?" Yasemin sobbed.

location: the beach — their spot

when: june 1728

who: @darkhorizcns

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"Anika left the island! Okay?!" The outburst was part frustration, but mainly heartbreak. She remembered telling the other about her siren months ago. How, in a moment of softness, she expressed that she never felt the way she did about her before. How happy she was, in spite of everything. How Anika had become her everything. It was one of the few moments where the two had a heart-to-heart and she had, admittedly, loved it. Loved being able to share a moment with her without it resulting in banter and quips. To be vulnerable with Celia.

Sharing that vulnerability again... It was scary. Especially since it revolved again the woman she fell in love with. Sighing softly, she agreed with Celia. "You're right. But... I was planning on asking Anika to join the Harbinger. I'd been so caught up in my plans that I was oblivious to the warning signs. I could've... I could've brought everything to my flat. It's high enough that it hadn't been too affected. I could've kept everything safe." She shook her head before looking at her waterlogged and muddy books. "I'm the Archivist. I'm their caretaker. I should've done better. Instead, I was... distracted." Never again. Never again will she allow herself to become distracted by love and keep her attention away from her duties. She loved once; that was more than enough for her.

"Alright..." Celia responded as she nodded, "Okay. I won't ask again. So if you want to talk about whatever the fuck it is, spit it out." She huffed. Her patience was running thin. It was clear that Klio was going through something but she had no idea what that something was. She wasn't going to stand there going in circles, though. If Klio wanted to tell her, she could. And Celia would do her best to listen. But if Klio didn't tell her, then there was nothing she could do.

Celia shrugged her shoulders at the others response, "There isn't anything you could have done. You cannot control the tide or what people after after the fact. This is not on you." Though she was sure that Klio was right. The captain of her ship would not be happy about the losses. None of the captains would be. "It is to be expected, I suppose. Unfortunately, there is nothing that can be done now."

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She has had plenty of lovers since becoming a pirate. There have been a great amount of people that she has indulged in, including one for many years. But she had never fallen in love with someone before Anika. Her heart had never race nor beat so happily for someone until the siren came into her life seven months ago.

For six months, she became her everything. She became her happiness. It was complete agony realizing that she may never see her again. She hadn't known that the last time they saw each other would be the last time. She wished she could've kissed her more, held her longer, heard her laughter one more time. To see her radiant beauty, hear her wonderful voice, listen to her kind heart once more. She wished that she could have one more day with Anika.

She couldn't blame her for leaving. She has always been too good for this life. But that didn't stop her from being heartbroken all the same. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked up at Vidar. Nodding as he squeezed her shoulder and stifling a shuddering breath. "Remind me never to fall in love again," she whispered. "I don't... I can't bear this again."

vidar nodded, trusting her to try to keep her word. they all had a job to do. soon enough the rest of the crew will be here and each will need to pull their weight to make sure the harbinger isn't damaged further and that their stuff is accounted for but for now, having klio there is enough.

he turned around looking at klio, suddenly he saw how broken she looked, how the sadness that overwhelmed her weren't just from books. he had no words of comfort to offer, maybe anika truly wasn't one to live the rough life and decided to flee, the fact that she was a simple civilian would've gained her whatever favor she was looking for or worse, used for information about the pirates.

vidar put his hand on klio's shoulder and squeezed, he never understood the feeling of a broken heart, never got close enough to someone to need to. well, until- no, he won't think about her right now. "i'm sorry." he said quietly, there was little else he can offer klio. "how can i help?" he didn't know exactly, he couldn't heal her heart or change anika's mind but at least the offer was there if klio wanted it.

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i need you to lure them somewhere. ( klio & theia )

Theia answered her historian’s with a silent nod. From their shadowed hiding place between two buildings, she pressed her body flat against the wooden structure, peering around the corner with practiced precision. Her eyes locked onto the two men standing watch, their stances casual yet alert as they guarded an inconspicuous door near the dockyard. “These documents better be worth it, Klio,” she murmured under her breath, voice barely louder than the wind. With swift, measured movements, she drew her dagger from her belt, the metal catching a faint glimmer of lantern light. She dragged the edge lightly across her palm until her skin split and blood welled up in its wake. Sliding the blade back into its sheath, she paused for a moment, relishing in the sting, letting the pain root her in the moment. Then, shrugging off her cloak, she pressed her bleeding hand to the side of her white shirt, smearing it crimson.

Stepping into the dim halo of the lanterns, she let out a heart-wrenching cry, one torn from the depths of her belly, raw and urgent. Her eyes shimmered as she willed tears to the surface, stumbling forward with sobs and fractured breaths echoing off the nearby walls. The guards reacted instantly—alarmed glances exchanged, one of them already reaching out a hand toward her. She flinched away, staggering back toward another alley, every movement purposeful. “Please… you cannot help me,” she cried, her voice thick with grief and desperation. She dragged her bloodied hand lower, letting the red bloom, more visible beneath the faint light. “I’m going to die… just let me die…” Her words crumbled into broken sobs as she lured them further from their post, deeper into the shadows. And all the while, in the quiet corners of her mind, she sent her message: Now, Klio. Move.

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let go of me. i’m leaving. ( klio & turncoat beto )

Prompt

Beto's hand released Klio's arm as soon as she spoke, but the rage continued to roll off him in waves. It was almost easier, when she was in front of him. He could focus on that damned compass, focus on hating her, hating all she had done, and not letting himself be alone with his thoughts.

It was that tiny voice in the back of his mind he had to escape, the one he knew would come as soon as she left.

'what If she's telling the truth?'

'what reason would she have to lie?'

'did she really seem like a woman who had murdered in cold blood after you found her?'

'when will you admit you have doubts?'

"Go on then." He growled, stepping aside, "run away."

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i could really use your help if you’re willing to give it. ( klio & celia )

celia raised an eyebrow as she heard klios voice. she hadn't expected that from the other. and while she wanted to make some sort of joke - one look at the other womans face showed her that she shouldn't. she instantly grew concerned. "i may give you shit, klio but i'm here for whatever you need." she took a step closer before she nodded, "what is it? what do you need?"

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𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚘 & 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"No," she repeated. Even though there was a deep, dark part of her that said "yes." That wanted to continued to be here with Rika, despite knowing all the reasons to leave. That moved backwards as the other drew closer, staying close in her vicinity instead of trying to get away from the other as she soon became trapped between her and the wall. The deepest part of her that found herself wanting to be in the other's hands and face whatever consequences doing so could bring to her.

She gasped sharply as she took her jaw—and bit back the moan that threatened to escape. Klio shouldn't be as attracted to Rika as she is. She shouldn't be enjoying this, wanting this, craving this. Desiring her. Her growing bond with the captain of the Raider's Revenge was one thing; this was Rudhrika the Retribution. She use to be close with Vidar, the captain she would do anything for. So why couldn't she find it within herself to move away? "That doesn't make me him," she pointed out. "Threat, toy. Either way, what would you do to me? Since you hate me so much?"

location: idk lmao, continued from here

when: may 1728

who: @cursedsails