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Elias’ eyes always stood out starkly against his pale skin and dark hair. They were always so wide and bright— both colors shining like jewels. How bright would they be filled with tears?

In all honesty, Elias was a hard one to condition. That’s how he managed to become a pirate after all, was by his sheer unbreakable determination. Can’t really sell what you can’t keep in a cage, after all. Despite this however, the task isn’t impossible. One would have to rely more on mind games to make him do something he didn’t want to. Lucky for Buck, all the groundwork of mental instability had already been laid for him. Now he just needed to figure out how to tap into it.

To be honest, Elias hated working with the captives. He had such a soft spot for them— if anything was going to get him in trouble, it would be them. But he was convinced that nobody had noticed, if asked why he went so soft on them he’d say that he didn’t want to be the one responsible for fucking up the product. If anyone asked him why captives usually escaped under HIS watch, well... he wouldn’t know what to say. Lucky for him all of the other pirates were too stupid to figure out who’s fault it had been. If he’d known Buck was keeping an eye on it too, well, he would have fought one hell of a lot harder to not be on captive duty.

Letting the previous conversation of the Rakyat boy slip away, Elias focused more on the feeling of rough fingers under his chin. He couldn’t help but to beam at the sight of that very slight smile on Buck’s face— Elias loved breaking through cold demeanors. And then that tone of voice came, with the pet name, and Elias nearly melted in Buck’s hand. He accepted the fingers in his mouth with no problem, fighting the urge to close around them and suck. That’s what he was usually expected to do when fingers were in his mouth afterall, but he figured it’d be best to let Buck take the lead and say what he wanted.

A bad idea most likely, because then those fingers were shoved down his throat.

Now, Elias doesn’t have much of a gag reflex. But the suddenness of the action pulls a small one from him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His entire body tenses but he doesn’t pull away or bite down, remaining open to Buck despite the momentary contraction of his throat. He only does this once more until he grows accustomed to the pattern, the gagging stopped but the tears brought to his eyes still rimming as he stays relaxed for the rest of the little exercise.

When it’s over and Buck removes his fingers, Elias takes a deep breath, and laughs as he closes his eyes in an attempt to blink away the tears. “No fair, you caught me off guard!”

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"Happy birthday, lad. Enjoy your outdoor time."

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In all honesty, Elias liked to play with Buck, too. Maybe it was the sense of danger— that thrill that ran down his spine from knowing just who he was messing with. It was exciting! Of course it helped that Buck would sometimes reciprocate his playfulness... Buck was just so unpredictable sometimes, Elias couldn’t help himself.

“Punching bag...?” Elias has to pause and think about this one. Vaas has no shortage of punching bags, but then the realization hit him like a brick and he laughed. “Oh! You mean the little Rakyat boy, don’t you? I’m pretty sure that only happened because he was Rakyat— Vaas probably just got too into it and then set himself up to be disappointed. He doesn’t do that to pirates.” At least not that severely. Elias can distinctly remember something about stockades and a whip... But he shakes the thought away almost as soon as it surfaces.

“Good? Love, nobody’s better than I am with using their mouth.” Playful again, Elias offers a wink as he licks his soft upper lip. He’s always been proud of his ability to give head, after all. And he’s never had any complaints before, in fact he only ever gets just the opposite. People just couldn’t get enough of his mouth sometimes, so long as he wasn’t running it of course.

Eyebrows raise slightly at Buck’s seeming acceptance of his flirtations, surprise at first then melting into an eager little grin. Was it stupid? Of course it was, he should know better than to play with Buck, but he just couldn’t help himself. Besides he’s already made it known that he’d be fine with just about anything— so long as Buck doesn’t leave any permanent marks. With hardly any hesitation Elias leans forward and places his chin in Buck’s palm, and opens his mouth. Mismatched eyes look up at the Aussie then, and he offers a small “Ahh.~”

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"Happy birthday, lad. Enjoy your outdoor time."

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Elias rolled his eyes playfully. This one didn’t strike him as the type to lay down and take it so easy, so hopefully he had it in him to actually make a real escape. What could he say? Elias was almost always rooting for the captives, having been one himself.

“Buck? Agh, Buck and I have a... strange relationship. But I’ve seen what he does to the people he buys and unless you want to be a sadist’s sex slave I’d steer clear.” It was the easiest way he could imagine to simply put a long explanation. It didn’t quite portray the gravity of it, but maybe K could use his imagination a little bit.

“Oh?” Interest piqued, mismatched eyes brighten with interest. “My lips are sealed, love. Let me know if there’s anything in particular that you need, maybe I can swing it for you.”

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“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love… but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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“Yeah. I know you’ll hate me for saying this but... try not to fight too much?” And then he lowered his voice to a murmur. “Not unless you can actually get away safely.” But then he returned to speaking normally again. “If you don’t fight it hopefully you’ll just be sold off and yknow, not tortured. If a man named Buck buys you though run like hell. Fight your hardest to get away because trust me when I say that you’ll hate basement duty.”

At the joke about shaking his hand, Elias laughs. “It’s nice to meet you too, love. It’s a shame we had to meet like this.” For a moment, the little pirate sounded sad about the situation. But then the question about bees comes, and he tilts his head curiously. “Bees? No, I actually love bees! Especially the little fat fuzzy ones. Why do you ask?”

"You're way too cute to be robbing me, how about some rubbing instead?" -m0bstertrxsh

“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love… but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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“This place is a lot of things to a lot of people, love. Called the Rook Islands. Or just Rook for short, that’s what most people say.” A short and simple answer to a complicated question.

Elias could barely remember what it had been like when he was first kidnapped. It all happened so fast, and what followed was so terrible that he remembered even less of it. But at this point, he was alright with not remembering. Made things easier for him. In fact he felt pretty bad for this one— maybe there was a reason they didn’t usually have him processing the fresh meat.

“You can call me Elias if you want to, but I’m not opposed to these cute pet names, either.” The pirate winks playfully at his captive. “What about you, love?”

"You're way too cute to be robbing me, how about some rubbing instead?" -m0bstertrxsh

“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love… but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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Elias giggles softly at the claim, his own hands moving to pat around K’s pockets. “Yeah? You sound like you’d fit in here just fine, love. Minus the cars maybe, but I guess we do still have a few of them scattered around.” Teeth catch on a soft lower lip at the implication of the other’s wandering hands, but Elias tries his best to keep his expression even. “What a shame for you, I’m told I’m a delight to get to squeeze~”

"You're way too cute to be robbing me, how about some rubbing instead?" -m0bstertrxsh

“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love… but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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“Handcuffs are procedure. Besides.. it’s only kinky if you make it, right? Who’s to say that I’m not just being... extra careful?” The pirate accents his innocent claim with a fluttering of those long dark lashes. Nothing indecent here!

"You're way too cute to be robbing me, how about some rubbing instead?" -m0bstertrxsh

“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love... but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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"You're way too cute to be robbing me, how about some rubbing instead?" -m0bstertrxsh

“Too cute? You’ve got me there, love... but who says I can’t do both? I bet I could give you an awfully thorough rub down while checking you for valuables.”

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some of you guys are fucked up. not me though because im cool and hot

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how is “””pretty boy””” supposed to be an insult i’m the prettiest goddamn boy in town

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“Usually people go to Alec when they get hurt, but I’m the next closest. Would’ve had my doctorate too if I hadn’t been kidnapped a couple of days before my exam!” Elias laughs as if the memory is funny to him now. It kind of is, in a very sad way. “You must’ve heard it from someone who likes me, I don’t care to tell a lot of people.” He steps forward as the boxes almost tumble, fully prepared to catch them, but this familiar stranger seems to collect himself just fine.

“Yeah it’s weird... where do you come from? Maybe we’ve seen each other before.” Elias shrugs, but smiles at the hand extended to him as he reaches to shake it. “Just Elias for me, love. The pleasure’s all mine!”

“Well hello there, handsome.”

“Oh…” Walden stops dead with a couple of crates wedged in his arms, trying and failing to look at least a little bit prepared, “Hi there,-you’re the medic right?”

The death eaters, a paramilitary group had set up shop on rook-with the appropriate permission of course- and at least three of twenty men had immediately been stung, bitten or mauled upon setting foot on the island.

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To be honest, Elias wasn’t all that pleased about yet another group setting up shop on Rook. Hell, the island wasn’t even big enough for the three groups it already had. So who’s bright idea was it to let these guys just come in—?! It didn’t matter. The decision was not his to make, and the best thing for him to do would be to make friends before he falls even lower on the food chain than he already was.

Why did this guy look so familiar?

“The medic?” Elias beams are the idea, nobody actually considered him a medic. A good indicator that he could be held in high respect with this new group. “Yep! I’m your man, love. Say— your arms look a little full, do you need help carrying those?”

“Well hello there, handsome.”

"Oh..." Walden stops dead with a couple of crates wedged in his arms, trying and failing to look at least a little bit prepared, "Hi there,-you're the medic right?"

The death eaters, a paramilitary group had set up shop on rook-with the appropriate permission of course- and at least three of twenty men had immediately been stung, bitten or mauled upon setting foot on the island.

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Elias places his hands firmly on his hips, leaning forward as he scrunched his nose up and grinned. “You wouldn’t do anything to me. You’re too soft, huh? Weak, you probably couldn’t even leave a mark.” That dark grin said differently of course, but it only served to make Elias more eager.

Eyes emoji. “Yeah, what the other one said, fuck you Odin!”

"Now what's gotten into ya, eh?" Odin looks over the tiny pirate with a dark grin, "ya know what happens to naughty wee birds, do ya?"

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Elias sticks his tongue out as Stoya sniffs at his throat, tilting his head back to let her get closer. “Yeah? At least I still smell good though.” He wasn’t going to argue about the bad choices, he knew she was right. “Good to know I stand out, too. I can’t stand those other assholes.” He scrunches his nose distastefully, rolling his eyes before brushing off the momentary annoyance and returning to his state of sunshine.

“Mmm... no I think you’re actually right, love. I do remember sleeping on you once or twice before. And you’re an absolute delight to sleep on. So warm and cozy~” he coos, turning his head to smile at her. However, her hesitance causes him to tilt his head. “Well I’m sure it’s been awhile, love. No need to worry too much about it, right?”

The two were an unlikely pair, sure, but nobody in their right mind could deny how close they were. Elias just felt so... safe, with her. So almost normal that it was comforting.

Listening as Stoya speaks, Elias doesn’t dare interrupt her as he nods along to her words. To be honest, he actually didn’t know anything about Stoya before the islands. So her mother, and what kind of business she was referring to, was unknown to him. But he could still grasp the sentiment. “That’s harsh of her.” An agreement, surely whatever the business was couldn’t have been that important.

“I didn’t know you had brothers.” He was softer now, more gentle as they continued on. “I never had any siblings myself, but I did end up with a sort of.... found family thing. A group I’d gladly consider my brothers and sisters. I do miss them.” Truthfully, Elias would never judge Stoya, even if she got emotional. Hell, Elias was emotional most of the time, and wasn’t above breaking down at the worst of times. He’s even cried in front of Vaas before, as embarrassing as it was.

But he’s pulled out of his own head when Stoya mentions being a twin, and his eyebrows shoot up as he turns that grin back on her. “Really? Identical or Fraternal? I mean... I guess probably fraternal if it’s a brother, right? That’s usually how it is. I’ve heard of identical cases though! Is it true that twins can read each other’s minds?” Playful, it wasn’t really possible, but then again he’d never actually heard a definitive answer from a twin.

A bear wanders into camp, carefully, quietly... sneaking until she's able to stick her nose into a very familiar bag.

Elias is too distracted to notice the very large bear wandering into camp, none of the other pirates near him noticing or thinking to warn him just in case said bear decided to drag him off back into the jungle and leave the rest of them alone. He startles when he catches it out of the corner of his eye though, and feels the slight tugging at the bag resting on his hip.

Elias yelps in surprise and stumbles back a little bit, his mind bluescreening as it tried to catch back up. Finally, he laughs. “Looking for anything in particular, love?”

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Elias almost flinched when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, but he doesn’t have time to speak before he’s pulled to a seat and pushed down in it.

The pirate laughs as Buck pinches at the bruise he’s made, but a small “ow” slips out too, though it doesn’t seem to have dampened his renewed sense of playfulness. “Well of course I take it well! What kind of a worthless pirate would I be if I couldn’t take a few hits? Being knocked around is a daily occurance.” He shouldn’t have sounded so proud, nobody else got knocked around like he did. “Besides, a lot of people like me more with it open, if you know what I mean.” Mismatched eyes give Buck a suggestive once-over, and Elias playfully bites his lower lip to drive his point home.

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"Happy birthday, lad. Enjoy your outdoor time."

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“I guess you’re right, love. I wonder what my space is gonna say about me.” He laughs at the idea. “Probably that I’m a mess. It’s not bad, but I believe a little bit of chaos on a bed makes it more comfortable and inviting. All the folds in the blankets and pillows really makes me just want to crawl in and sleep.”

He too thought back to the days before the island, of countless times he would go to a friend’s house and be taken by how enchantingly unique each of their rooms were. In this way, he knew what she was talking about. He wondered if Stoya could be enchanted by his own little haven. If enchantment even existed on Rook.

He blinks at the sudden question, mismatched eyes turning to look at his dear friend. “My parents? Not really, I guess. My mom died when I was really little so I don’t remember her much, and my dad was in the military so he wasn’t home all that often. Do... you miss your parents?” It was a strange question to have seemingly come out of nowhere, but Elias didn’t view it as a bad one. He loved his parents dearly of course, but he was so used to being without them that it hardly ever occurred to him to miss them. Besides, his mind stayed pretty preoccupied these days.

A bear wanders into camp, carefully, quietly... sneaking until she's able to stick her nose into a very familiar bag.

Elias is too distracted to notice the very large bear wandering into camp, none of the other pirates near him noticing or thinking to warn him just in case said bear decided to drag him off back into the jungle and leave the rest of them alone. He startles when he catches it out of the corner of his eye though, and feels the slight tugging at the bag resting on his hip.

Elias yelps in surprise and stumbles back a little bit, his mind bluescreening as it tried to catch back up. Finally, he laughs. “Looking for anything in particular, love?”