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light_mischief) wrote2022-04-24 01:29 am
light_mischief) wrote2022-04-24 01:29 am
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[come sail away] ic inbox (season 1)
Skulduggery Pleasant
Cabin 117 - 6:39 PM
altered from killthecake
Hope you're enjoying the party Skulduggery. Lucius wishes he was there.
draughtsman
2022-05-19 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
(OOC in reference to: This Ridiculous Waking Nightmare.)
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Edited 2022-05-19 05:04 (UTC)
He is just--what fresh hell are you going to tell him now, Skulduggery???
draughtsman
2022-05-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
DONT KNOW WHAT???
welcome to the game of telephone that ends up with omfd mpreg
light_mischief
2022-05-19 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
If you don't know I really shouldn't tell you.
[shouldn't ≠ can't]
[shouldn't ≠ can't]
If they would kill you for telling me...
I suppose fair is fair. Stede has a wife.
I suppose fair is fair. Stede has a wife.
OH MY GOD THE PAINTING.
HE DOES HAVE A WIFE!!!!
Edited 2022-05-19 06:56 (UTC)
Darcy sulks out of the party after her encounter with the captain with not so much as glance in Skulduggery's direction. The next couple of days aren't much better, Darcy can make herself hard to find even in confined quarters such as these; she hides up in rafters, in the morgue, at the bottom of the pool, clutching her sword to her body in spite of the cuts from the blade digging into her skin, the perfect equilibrium of sheer panic and numbness. When she emerges back into the world again, it's less of an emergence, and instead Skulduggery will find her asleep on his couch. She's sort of... flopped over like she didn't mean to fall asleep, still in some of her clothes from the party, and she looks like shit.
There's nobody in the room when Skulduggery enters -- at least he thinks so, at first, with all the lights off and Lucius texting him from another part of the ship entirely. He catches sight of a shape on the couch in the dark, for just a second worried that he's about to find a corpse slumped over in his cabin like a cat leaving an unwanted gift.
But it's not anything so grim. It's only Darcy, gripping her sword to her even as she's slumped over and clearly unconscious. Calling it sleep honestly feels a little too generous, from the way she looks, and the fact that she's still in her suit...
He doesn't wake her. There's no need, and she honestly looks like she could use the rest. He finds a clean glass in the bathroom, recently replaced by the ghostly cleaning crew, and fills it with water, leaving the glass on the desk and within relatively easy reach. Afterward, he settles onto the opposite side of the couch with a tired sigh, feeling a lot closer to his true age than he'd like to admit. If this is how the first excursion turned out... just how bad will the next one be?
But it's not anything so grim. It's only Darcy, gripping her sword to her even as she's slumped over and clearly unconscious. Calling it sleep honestly feels a little too generous, from the way she looks, and the fact that she's still in her suit...
He doesn't wake her. There's no need, and she honestly looks like she could use the rest. He finds a clean glass in the bathroom, recently replaced by the ghostly cleaning crew, and fills it with water, leaving the glass on the desk and within relatively easy reach. Afterward, he settles onto the opposite side of the couch with a tired sigh, feeling a lot closer to his true age than he'd like to admit. If this is how the first excursion turned out... just how bad will the next one be?
She's out for maybe another couple of minutes. Under regular circumstances she's a light sleeper, and almost certainly would've stirred at Skulduggery's entrance. But this room has... some quality of rest about it, of safety, considering her time visiting Stede in here, and that it's the residence of someone she trusts to have her back. Someone who was trying to have her back at the party, who knew her own nature better than she did, and was trying to stop her from hurting herself with it. When she does stir, her hands white-knuckle on the hilt for a moment, feeling it's still there, before she wipes the drool from her cheek and- oh. Skulduggery. Her guts writhe and she swallows the urge to cry, because she's too old for that shit, even if she has hurt someone trying to care for her.
"Sorry," is all she croaks.
"Sorry," is all she croaks.
Not exactly asleep himself, Skulduggery turns his head towards her with a slow sort of drowsiness. He's gotten so little rest since he came aboard, afraid he'll wake up somewhere different every time he drifts into a meditative state, but the little bits of it he manages to catch have kept him going for the most part.
He shakes his head. "It's alright," he tells her. He doesn't try to mask his desire to handle her gently -- not like a child, but still like something more fragile than expected. Because, as tough as Darcy is, as hardened as she is, there's still something in there that requires a careful touch. "There's water next to you, if you need it. Have you eaten?"
He shakes his head. "It's alright," he tells her. He doesn't try to mask his desire to handle her gently -- not like a child, but still like something more fragile than expected. Because, as tough as Darcy is, as hardened as she is, there's still something in there that requires a careful touch. "There's water next to you, if you need it. Have you eaten?"
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