āLeaving without a goodbye, are you?ā Haddock questioned from his place against the rail.Ā āYou know I never run. I fight. Always have and always will.ā Thereād never been a choice for anything else.
āI knew I was a fool to choose to return here when the Ironmoor dried up. Iām haunted enough by the horrors that sent me sailing without these ghouls roaming about. Iāve half a mind to set sail againāperhaps you might persuade me to allow you passage if youāve the inclination to run.ā
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The last time heād seen the hunter, Haddock had shown him a way into the city. Then, when the deed was done, heād vanished along with Bane.Ā āQuite a bit.ā People in their unorganized panic, stares with bulging eyes, and then there was himself-- amused with each fine detail.Ā āSome are true. Some are exaggerated.ā
āāThe hell did I manage to miss last night?ā Orell muttered in disbelief, brows furrowed as he addressed the person whoād reached his side. He didnāt look at them until he finished speaking, busy watching all the pale, worried faces milling about. ( The day was too full of dread for riots. )Ā āAre the whispers true?āĀ
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āThe latter sounds more interesting.ā
āI was half-expecting to find the ground shattered in half and the sky turned to red when I woke up this morning. Weird became normal here.ā
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āRather boring.ā
āThat was a veryā¦.very sweet wedding.ā
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The last time Haddock had used his gift to soothe his twinās emotions and lift the weight of destruction, his nose had bled enough to create a crimson sea. But it didnāt matter. Not to Haddock. āYou look as if you could use some help,ā he proposed, āclear your head and get some rest.ā He outstretched an arm toward his brotherās, fingers twining around Thaneās forearm to take hold a loose grip. āYou arenāt in a useful state for anyone as it is.ā
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āNo one has ever been willing,ā he reminded him, ātherefore itās simpler that way. What you're doing is...different. It's difficult." Yet, Haddock was beginning to find a slow-building appreciation for the earnest care. The only thing he couldn't wrap his head around was why Jude cared.
"Consequences, I'm afraid, never stop me." It could have been a worse trade off. Still, he found himself exploit a brief grumble. Jude was certainly an adamant one on the matter. "You may be more stubborn than I." Haddock allowed cool wind to prick his skin as he exposed the color lining several of his ribs. It had gone from spectacularly dark purples and blues to dull, sickly shades of yellow-green. "It's hardly worth wasting your medication on, see?"
Haddock believed himself rather he expert when it came to shifting attention, but Jude made a point to be especially perceptive with him. "Insignificant detail," liar liar, "but the clothing is an easy fix. Once you've taken care of the bruising we'll go. Shouldn't take too long-- a few measurements and color picking. Inconvenient, boring, but survivable."
Jude drew breath to argue, only to have it stolen in a kiss. He wasnāt one to abandon his cause so easily, though.Ā āYou shouldnāt have to be used to it if someoneās willing to try and help you. Just because you donāt need help doesnāt mean you couldnāt use it.ā
Judeās brow furrowed as he considered the invitation.Ā āAh, yes, the wedding. Holden isnāt exactly my biggest fan, but I suppose if I stay in the periphery, keep the meddling to a minimumā¦ā he scratched at the back of his head, working out the cost-benefit of the situation.Ā āI doubt if you need the consequences of committing murder at a royal wedding. How aboutā¦if you let me try this remedy to aid your bruised ribs, I agree to accompany you?āĀ
He glanced down at himself, almost perpetually shirtless aboard his ship, his vestments hardly ever appropriate for high-born company.Ā āYou will have to help me figure out the issue of dressā¦and why exactly youāre obligated to attend a royal wedding in the first place, donāt think I havenāt noticed.ā
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For as long as Haddock could remember, he only wanted death in the end. Something-- after his vengeance had been sated-- to end the life he never had a chance to live.Ā āI fear Iāll get an answer similar to the state Iām used to.ā He expected it; usually knew it before the words were even spoken.Ā The next action would have been suffocating once, but there was no lack of air when embracing this father.
āI thank you,ā he muttered against the fine fabric at Isiahās shoulder,Ā āfather.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, youāre not.ā He softened a bit, for a moment more Isiah than Iapetus.Ā āItās what all of us want in the end, whether we admit it or not. To have someone.ā He rolled his shoulders in a small shrug.Ā āWould it be too simple of advice to suggest you ask him how he feels? Ridgelowās as honest as a pirate gets, I supposeāheās got his own twisted code of honor. He wonāt lie to you or lead you astray.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Alright, so he didnāt particularly approve, given that Ridgelow was almost twice the boyās ageĀ and heād never been known to have any particularly committed relationships. But Haddock was grown, he could make his own choices. It reminded Isiah vaguely of when Marcellus had first told him he was in love with Astridāexcept then, a part of him hadnāt been concerned about Marcās honor. If this went south, heād have to have a talk with Ridgelow.Ā
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"Better," Haddock assured him as Jude approached, "but you don't need to concern yourself with it." Taking hold of Jude's upper arm he pulled him down enough to easily press a kiss to the man's lips. "I do remember telling you I didn't need the help. Used to it, remember?"
He released Jude's arm before leaning back. "The wedding. I have to attend." Haddock was far from the happy couple in which the invitation concerned. "I'd like for you to come with me. I'll cover the clothing situation. Iāll most likely end up murdering someone if I go alone."
Jude would have rolled his eyes, but the way Haddock called him Pirate had begun to strike him as endearing rather than annoying. He crossed the deck to meet Haddock at the railing, looking him over to see how he moved. A bit more fluid, clearly some of his pain had abated, but there was a stiffness in his posture that indicated there was still some discomfort.
āIām open to consider it,ā Jude answered, though he wondered just what sort of not-fun Haddock was speaking of.Ā āFirst, how is the bruising? Iāve procured some medicine I think you could useā¦ā
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The rage was so palpable, so real in that instance that Haddock was prepared to implode. āThis isnāt about you,ā he snarled, ādespite what blood you come from. Despite being passed over. You will never understand what this is about. Youāll never be faced with what I have.ā A hollow laugh escaped him. āProtect me? Where were you through the abuse? Where were you when I was nearly deadā drowned in pigās blood?ā A hard shove followed the inquiries, then he was pointing in the direction far, far away from him.Ā āLeave. Before I carve out your heart.ā
āI donāt think they have a problem with tearing each other apart,ā he echoed the boyās low chuckle. They had called the Argos heartless and disloyal, yet he watched the entire castle fill up with games and backstabbing. It was despicable. They were hypocrites.
āSo you think the insults and shunning you away was sincere? Is that what you prefer? What have I ever done to earn this distrust from you? Do you blame me for being adopted before you were ever conceived or the way I felt an obligation to protect you since Naria let me feel you kick in her womb?ā Preston shook his head and stood up.Ā āYouāre right, Iām sorry. I never should have come here.ā
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There had been a swell of time between their last visit, but it was one not easily forgotten. The harbor had come to be such a frequent place of his that the route to Judeās ship could be walked to blind. āPirate,ā Haddock called once arriving at the end of the dock,Ā āthere is somewhere I have to be.ā He took up the shipās ramping in two strides, swinging himself over the railing to sit along its edge.Ā The action only caused a slight wince opposed to one of greater force. His ribs were slow to heal-- in turn making him slow to move-- though were healing nonetheless. āWould you like to not have fun with me?ā
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There was a soft huff as he was drawn away; mouth leaving Jude's in which caused a frown to make an appearance. He cursed the storm at his torso, but found himself unable to protest. It showed the man cared, after all, and Haddock could have used that mentality at a much earlier point in his life. He allowed the pirate's hand to catch in his hair. The action swiped the defeated look straight from tired features.
"If that is what you want." Haddock pressed himself close to the man beside him. He set his head tentatively upon Jude's chest, though doubted sleep would find such a restless soul. By morning, it would be a surprise if Jude found Haddock in his presence.
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He grinned against Jude's neck, mouth pressed to skin made salted by the surrounding sea air. The slip of a moan from the man only encouraged his movements. Haddock continued to weave a hand through Judeās hair as the other followed the pattern of a darkly tattooed, painted bicep. There were scars that riddled him; various markings that held stories in which one day he may come to know.
Haddock pulled himself free from the shirt that Jude pushed up the length of his back. He released a momentary shudder as fingertips traveled across a surface of various healed lacerations; where angry white markings were raised amongst smooth flesh. Some days they managed to bring him phantom pain. Bruised ribs did not agree with the rocking of his hips in which found a rhythm to follow after Judeās initial upward-tilt. He caught his companionās lower lip between his teeth before eliciting a soft, appreciative noise of his own.
Jude was prepared to be consumed in that moment, washed away with nothing left to linger on the shore. To lose himself would be to find peace from the guilt of his last lifeās abandonment, the shame of its hubris, and the sorrow of loss that plagued him for a family he never had. As Haddockās fingers slipped through his hair, so did Judeās tortuous thoughts from his addled mind. He happily accepted the younger manās affections, a deep-but-quiet moan slipping from his parched throat as Haddockās lips found his neck.
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āPerhaps so,ā Haddock allowed,Ā ābut I could mean nothing to him in return. Iāve been used to that all my life-- accepted it-- though this time the possibility doesnāt appeal to me. Am I foolish for it?ā
Ā Ā Ā āThatās not a common sentiment,ā Iapetus observed, tone softening a bit. As much as this wasnāt really his area of expertise, he knew that feeling intimately.Ā āTo kill is one thing, for people like us. But to be willing to die for someoneā¦ Iād say it sounds like youāre falling for him, if you arenāt already there.āĀ
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āMaybe.ā It was difficult to understand in the sense Haddock was unfamiliar with the range of emotion involved. A feeling that was foreign to him tended to be one locked behind his mental fortress.Ā āI would kill for him. Or be killed.ā His father by blood would quite literally burn him alive if he heard.Ā āI canāt make sense of it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā The wordsĀ āso, like a father-figure?ā died on his tongue as Haddock continued speaking. Iapetus considered his response, weighing his words carefully.Ā āSo you care for him?ā he asked, though that seemed obvious.Ā āIn a deeper sense than just physically?ā
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āFor one,ā Haddock paused, finding no other way to word what was to come next,Ā āIāve found trust in him as I have you. Heās helped me. Iāve helped him. But thereās more now. Other things that were done. We may have..kissed and that sort.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āHeās different than what a lot of people are used to,ā Iapetus replied, not quite sure what the younger man was getting at.Ā āBut I figure heād be pleasant company. But you said it feels different with him? How so?ā
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Haddock listened intently, unable to hide the curiosity that arose upon the mention of his time within the Ironmoor.Ā āHeās different,ā he started, choosing his words with a caution Haddock had always known when people were concerned,Ā āfrom what I am used to. Iāve been spending a great deal of time with him. It feels different.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āAh, I do. Uncommonly good soul for a pirate, impressively well-established mercenary. He spent a long time in the Ironmoor; Iāve had the odd drink with him now and again. What about him?ā It was likely someone Haddock needed dead, but Isiah figured he was more the type to do such a thing on his own. Curious.Ā
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