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Kids screaming. The smell of corn dogs in the air. Funnel cakes, cotton candy, terribly processed nacho cheese. A petting zoo. Bull-riding. This was an American fair in all its glory.
Arthur gently held Alfred’s hand as he led the way to the biggest spectacle, the carousel. That was where Francis had promised to meet him and Alfred. Matthew would be with him, too.
It had been a while since Arthur had seen Francis. The Frenchman had decided, “for Matthew’s benefit,” as he put it, to send Matthew to a boarding school in Nice, France. Francis had asked Arthur to move to the country of love and live with him. The Englishman had, of course, declined. He knew he was desperately wanted in France, but stayed despite Francis’ begging.
Arthur was giddy with anticipation. He was finally going to see his lover after three months! He might consider moving to France just so he wouldn’t have to wait so long to see his blonde, blue-eyed Frenchman.
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The ship had left for open waters once more, and you soon found yourself staring out over the crystal ocean without even the faintest glimmer of land on the horizon. Things had quietened down since your latest confrontation with the Captain, and it seemed like your stern tone had been enough to prevent the situation from escalating any further. Not much had changed in you so-called “relationship” with him, aside from the occasional stolen kisses and his persistent demands that you sleep by his side at night – demands which you firmly declined. Although nothing had been said directly, you knew that the change in the nature of your relationship with the captain had not gone unnoticed by the crew. Be it amused murmurings or sidelong glances, there was certainly an interest in you, and it was significantly larger than before.
“Well if i’ isnae the lassie. I heard ye caused qui’e the stir the other day.” You tore your eyes from the
Give Him Enough Rope He didn’t care anymore; he’d stopped caring about laws, morality. He finally felt free, doing everything without holding back or restraining himself. If only he’d been more careful; he’d given himself too much rope, and now he’d have to tie his own noose with it.More Like This
She saw him, spiraling downward at an increasing pace. His eyes burned brighter, and his hair was much messier than he’d normally allow it to be. She knew what was going on, knew it would hurt him, but every time she tried to warn him, he’d shake her off and say he’d be fine.
It started out small; throwing parties at least once a month, and that was it, but it didn’t stay there-no, that was only the beginning. Soon enough, he let fully loose, declining rapidly without caring a single bit.
He started getting into messier things; he hit up night clubs three times a week, always on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. He dra
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“Somebody ensure Peter’s back on board.” His green eyes were still locked on the door as he spoke, hardly daring to look away lest the alluring woman within emerge once more. Without wasting another word, Arthur strode purposefully forward, his gaze never wavering as his crew parted before him without another word. As soon as he burst into his cabin you turned to meet him with smouldering eyes of defiance.
“What the bloody hell was that?” He hissed, glaring daggers at the enticing creature who stood proudly before him.
“That was my way of preventing unnecessary bloodshed. None of those men deserved to be harmed on my account.”
“You’re rather keen to defend them.”
“They did nothing to deserve punishment.”
“Have you forgotten that every man on this ship is a pirate? By your standards every one of us deserves a hanging. For all you know one of those men could have killed your father.
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You decided to stay in the bathroom until the period was over, not feeling confident enough to go back there and face everyone who had witnessed you getting hit in the face with a volleyball, especially Gilbert. Besides, with the amount of blood that was coming from your nose, you figured it would've been a while until you could've gotten it under control. You didn’t want to go to the nurse, since that meant going there for the second time in a week and you really didn’t need someone else involved in your physical problems unless it was an absolute emergency, like getting punched in the stomach.
You sniffed as you continued to sit on the toilet in the stall, which was fairly dim under the minimum amount of light that shone on that side of the room. You stood up from the toilet and turned around to throw another blood-soaked tissue wad into it, getting another cluster of toilet paper and pressing it against your nose.
You sighed as you leaned against the stall wall, staring