alex lawrence. 32. first mate. Neptune's Rage. to fear death is a c h o i c e
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Charles Vane: Delaying death is my favourite hobby.
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cause you’re a natural, a beating heart of stone
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neptunesbelle:
“I know I did.” His hand covering hers was warm, comforting. “I’m well aware I asked you to shoot down my father’s plane, and I was well aware he was in it.” Belle had known exactly who was in the plane when it had come to scout the island. However, hope was an uncontainable beast to breed and she had already told her father if the plane came too close without actually landing that she’d sink it. It had earned her an amused chuckle, but the eldest Tulach was deadly serious. “He wouldn’t have come as close to warrant you shooting him down. I told him what the radius danger zone would be. Can’t breed hope into the royals. That in itself is a dangerous game and not one I actually wish to play with them.” Many of them would still be dreaming of rebellion following everything.
“I know, I was watching the fight.” If Alex had failed, Belle would have taken over the fight. If Alex had been hurt or killed, Belle would have made a spectacle of the princess. America claimed that she had PTSD, and Belle was sure the more she thought on it that Ramses would agree with that diagnosis. If she lost Alex, her anger would know no bounds. “She was better than we could have predicted. If only all Kings taught their daughters ho to fight, the royalty might be less irritating.” her hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck to force him to look at her; sighing in relief as he agreed and she pulled him too her with the hand on his neck and kissed his cheek. “Good, thank you. I can’t lose you Alex. You’re my first mate. One of my dearest friends.”
"If all the kings had taught their daughters to fight, there would have been a hell of a lot more deaths on this island by now." Alex embraced her, an arm wrapped around her and his lips brushing over the top of her head. "You're my world, Belle. I'm not going to choose to leave you voluntarily." He murmured before taking a step back.
"Tell me what's happening on the island, I've been keeping to myself." Not that Alex didn't already know pretty much everything that was happening. He had people in every corner of the world, let alone on the island. "Or more specifically," he took a seat on her desk, leaning back to open a drawer and dig through it for the packet of haribo that he wasn't even sure she knew he had put there. "With you. I've seen both America and Italy sniffing around you, let alone that ferret boy from France. Keep it up and I'll have to get you some insect repellent for Christmas."
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deviiousprincess:
Kat. A name she used so rarely. And he uttered it as if he had known her before.
It was as if an out of tune string on a violin had just snapped violently, what had been beautiful music halting and leaving her with an off-key note reverberating through her system, the princess stranded in the echo. She had not had time to even bring the cigarette he had given her to her lips. Her body was still, only the thrumming of her heart betraying what she was feeling in that tumultuous moment. With the ringing of the flat tone drowning out anything else Erica felt as though she had been swallowed by silence, only the sound of her small exhale of breath reaching her ears.
He had called her Kat before.
Their time together had been brief, yes, long ago enough that both parties did not correctly identify the other immediately. But now– now she realised why she had felt a familiarity within him. Something she had thought simply to be a similarity when it fact it was the same.
For a second, Ekaterina hoped that he had not experienced the same clarity as her. She could envision his devilish smile when they had first met, those bright, intelligent, different eyes that had drawn her closer, and nights she had spent tangled in the arms of someone who she now knew to an incredibly infamous pirate. A man who had ended the life of her friend for his ‘cause’.
The smoke from the cigarette wafted into the air, hanging in the space as she did.
He returned to the table, of course. She could not outrun any of her past, it seemed. It had followed her here, brought her here. But rather than shying away or denying it, the princess knew that would do her no good, she instead opted to face it head-on.
When she felt his gaze upon her, her mouth curled up into a morbid smile before meeting his stare with equal intensity. “Me,” Erica countered, finally bringing the cigarette to her lips, inhaling and exhaling with a relaxed air to her movements. It was as if the knowledge that she had known Alex Lawrence in such an intimate yet casual fashion gave her confidence, and she exuded a compelling power about her. Finally, she was in her comfort-zone– with one of the more influential and dangerous pirates on the island, no less. Ekaterina Markovy dug her claws into the hearts of the men she seduced, left her mark, and most importantly, did not let them forget her. As promised, he had not. Not entirely.
She was well aware of the lies she had told Alex when they had met before, but just as she had had to hide away her true identity, so had he. No amount of trading ‘you tricked me’ spiels would change the fact that it was all out of self-preservation, for both of them. They were survivors in this complicated world. When they had been together, they had thrown away anything messy, stripped themselves down to bare simplicities. Just a man and a woman passing through who wished to spend their time with each other. And when it was done, there had been no tearful goodbyes, no betrayal. It had just been over. Hearts had not been broken, their tryst a pleasant memory to look back on.
And as she was looking back on it, even she could find the humour in their current situation and, it seemed, so could he. Maybe it was the fact that he was gazing upon her with more than indifference or maliciousness that she could now recognise his features, remembering his face as it had been before– how he had once looked at her, and she him. Leaning forward, her smile morphed into a devious grin. “Did you want a kiss goodbye? We never had one. Did we?”
He strode back to the table, lips lifting into a smile. He rested his fists on the surface of the table, leaning in to her. Alex shook his head slowly, his eyes taking in her features as slowly the penny started to drop. The certain way her lips curved, her careful but sharp gaze that seemed to know exactly what you were thinking before you even thought it. Even the way her hair fell now. She was the girl he had met over a decade ago, one that he had never thought about after he had left the port that night but had never forgotten.
"I suppose we could now be considered the princess and the pauper."
They had each lied to each other's face with no remorse; no regret and with knowing they had both been lying. But they had simply not cared. They had not been together for any deep reason. Simply another body to warm their bed and for a different kind of company that they couldn't find elsewhere. But of all the things he had expected her to be, maybe the daughter of some wealthy man looking for another life than the one full of all her wants and needs (even that he still couldn't understand). But never had he expected to be sharing his bed with a princess. Alex's mind worked rapidly, coming up with every solution possible.
"So did you know?"
It was one of the most logical options now he knew the truth. He was brought up to be suspicious of everyone. No one did anything without reason. And the mandatory assumption for the reason was to hurt him. Alex knew better even as he spoke the words. She hadn't known who he was, just as he hasn't known who she was. This was almost disbelief worthy. There was no way that the world would play such a sick joke on him. Alex chuckled, shaking his head slowly.
"Going from lovers to mortal enemies. If anything, I would say this is my most accomplished feat yet." His words were spoken with a hint of cruelty, a smug tone. "If I knew all it took was to kill ones friend, I would have tried this years ago."
Alex didn't kiss her, his breath ghosted over her lips but all he did was run his thumb over her lower lip, a stroke of fond nostalgia before he flicked her hair and pulled back. "That was another person, another life. You won't find him here on the island. Pull another one of those stunts and I'll have you in the dungeons for the rest of your stay. There is a fine line between brave and stupid. Learn the line, Miss Ekaterina."
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unabashedlyzyra:
Zyra shrugged her shoulders, “ Some people don’t believe that it is the end. some believe that it is the beginning of something new. Others say it’s to honor the life you lived so that their passing into the next phase is a smooth transition, also it could be just an excuse to drink heavily.” she chuckled. Zyra liked to believe that it was a little mix of all of those but also it was a time to shake off old demons even if it was for one night. Halloween allowed you to be the person you wanted or thought that you could be. Especially now, Zyra desperately wanted to shake off any old demons that might still be clinging to her… no better time to do so than on the day of the dead.
“ It amazes me to no end how blase you sound about certain matters. If I didn’t know you as well as I do… I’d almost think you didn’t care about us.” a faux expression of pain on her face which was quickly replaced with a smile all her own. It made sense that Roman would place him with Bella. A ship wasn’t just s strong as it’s captain. You needed an enforcer to stand with you, for you. To carry out orders without question, to support you when needed. Alex had been that for Roman and in many ways would always be that for Roman. The loyalty he had for him was unparallel, if Roman wanted Alex on the Neptune’s Rage there was a reason. One that would benefit both her captain and crew.
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks at his compliment, that he trusted her in this position… his position meant more then words could express. Zyra was confident about many things, but this was uncharted territory for her. She was now responsible for ever soul that served on that ship. That Roman would trust in her to step up and become his new …enforcer. His right hand trusting her judgment and thought process; it was a daunting thought. Roman and Alex had made an impeccable team. It made sense that she would be a little intimidated to fill the spot… but she was never one to back down from a challenge. “I’ll make sure not to let any of you down.”
"In this life, living another day is reason enough to drink yourself stupid." Alex chuckled despite the seriousness in which he spoke. He shrugged lightly, reaching up to reposition a string of lights that was hung crookedly. In some way he didn't particularly care. No, that was a lie. Alex did care a lot, he just chose to believe that he didn't. It was easier to ask difficult things of the people around him then. To ask them to do the impossible.
Alex had lived on the Black Trident for over a decade, living and breathing his role as the first mate for years. He dropped his hand on Zyra's head, ruffling her hair as an affection smile slid along his lips. "You won't let me down, Zyra. But don't expect to be able to please everyone at the same time. Some days you just won't be the good guy. Sometimes you will have to make hard choices that will disappoint others."
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He chuckled, his eyes rolling up the ceiling before returning on the woman before him. Alex reached behind him for the gun, watching her as he placed it in the small space between them. "Unload it yourself." He was playing with fire and he wasn't afraid to get burned. Alex reached for her again, the back of his hand brushing over her cheek and then over her shoulder, his fingers trailing over her skin down her arms until he took her hands and placed them over the cold metal of the handgun. His eyes never left hers as his hands moved hers to unload the gun. The magazine dropped on the bed sheets, the gun in their hands empty.
"Don't move." Alex's voice was quiet as his eyes searched hers for something he wasn't quite sure of. He took her arm with one hand, repositioning her with her back in front of him. His arms encircled her, placing the gun in her hands and closing his over hers. It was pointed at the open door. Alex nudged her finger away from the trigger with his finger, his face besides hers. "Never put your finger on the trigger unless you really mean to shoot." A whisper, his lips brushing over her ear. "Find your target, make sure your arms are steady. Brace for the kickback until you get used to the gun, and then--" their fingers were back on the trigger and the gun clicked emptily as he pulled it. "Bang."
alexxlawrence:
‘‘Come here.’‘ A repeat from before, but unlike their time in the forest, this time Alex found her complying, no matter how slow she moved. His arm reached out his time, his hand brushing through her hair until it rested on the back of her neck. He had fully understood the threat and it had left a ghost of a smile on his lips. ‘‘They’re special to me. We’ll discuss this in the morning.’‘ His other hand lifted and he tucked a strand strand of her hair behind her ear.
Alex couldn’t help himself, it was a motion he did as if on auto pilot. He had to touch her. They were close enough for him to touch her without having to reach too far, close enough that even if he were to lean in a little– ‘‘I can unload it if you want.��‘ Alex spoke abruptly when realizing he was doing exactly that, leaning in to her. His hand fell away from her hair and Alex leaned back a little. ‘’But I would never hurt you unless you act first.’’ A nice loophole in that promise.
Lecia followed the motion of his hand, letting him draw her closer. For a split-second, she wondered if this was what she really wanted. Back when she had first stepped foot on this island, she would have been horrified at the very thought of being so close to a pirate. Mortified even. But her silent self-protests were soon forgotten when she was close enough to smell the lingering scent of campfire that clung to him. Her gaze darted down to his lips when he leaned in closer.
Unless she acted first. Convenient. Lecia wasn’t sure how she had escaped so far unscathed if that was the case. Perhaps he considered her time in the dungeons enough retribution for her earlier sins. She thought about offering her assurances that she wouldn’t do it again - that she would not dream of such a thing - but he already knew that she would. At that point too much protesting would only make her sound more guilty of something she had not even done. Something she probably would do if given the opportunity.
Lecia sat back on her feet, facing him. She was still close, but not quite as close as before.
“No one likes a tease, Alex.” She studied his face.
“Unload the gun.”
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‘‘Shh.’‘ Alex glanced over his shoulder at the sound of branches snapping under feet, his eyes falling on the blonde behind him. He touched his fingers to his lips to silence the princess before looking back at the river in front of him. Alex was leaned against a tree, observing the two crocodiles basking across the river in the last rays of sun that was streaming through the trees. The man beckoned Lola forward, his hand settling on her elbow to stop her from going too far as he pointed just beyond the crocodiles. ‘‘Eggs.’‘ Alex spoke in one simple word, pointing at the nest in the mud. It was egg laying season. Alex had been watching these two particular crocodiles for a while now, they were the closest ones to the island and knowing that people came and went to the jungle at free will, he had been making sure that the male and female croc’s weren’t stumbled on by accident. The last thing they needed now was fatal casualties caused on the island by the animal inhabitants. ‘‘Tell your friends to keep on the path and away from the rivers in the jungle, there are more crocs out there. The waterfall should be safe enough.’‘ @lola-gutierrez
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‘‘Thanks for coming. We need to make another run soon, I need your help with finding a safe route.’‘ Alex spoke when Flynn entered the heave ho hall. He had opened up one of the folding tables and had maps strewn across it. He looked up at the man briefly before returning his attention back to the maps. ‘‘Lock the door behind you, don’t need any unwelcome guests wandering in and seeing the maps.’‘ A frown was settled deep in Alex’s expression and he tossed an iPad at Flynn that supposedly was the list of medical supplies they had left.
‘‘I checked the inventories, went by the offices one by one and the warehouse. We have less than has been marked.’‘ After the torturing of the royals, medical attention had been needed and supplies that had been brought after the fire had gone down quicker than they were meant to. The interrogations hadn’t exactly been planned. But neither was people not marking down what supplies they had been using. ‘‘Someone has either been stealing medical supplies or one of ours hasn’t been honest about what they’ve been using.’‘ @flynn-sawyer
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@jacobtulach @neptunesbelle @unabashedlyzyra
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jacobtulach:
I don’t want to be him. Jacob sighed with the weight of Alex’s words inescapably settling in his chest. He wasn’t sure at what point the two of them ever thought they were going to be better than the pirates that came before them. Maybe Jacob fought for Roman with the promise that he could make something out of the Tulach’s reign. Something better than what they had before. Instead it was all the same–ruling through fear. Statement executions. Kill or be killed.
What was there to say? Jacob wondered how different he himself was from his brother, from their father. Perhaps Jacob and Alex were destined to follow in the dark footsteps of the pirates that came before them. But neither of them wanted that. Brow furrowing, Jacob kept his arms around Alex tight. Partly to assure him that he was there. Partly to keep him from tearing away and breaking more of his shit.
Alex despaired over the ones he lost. The ones he couldn’t protect. The fact that he cared in the first place meant something. “What you do now sets you apart from him,” Jacob said quietly, speaking the thought aloud before he could stop himself. “So what are you going to do?”
He tore his eyes from Jacob, his sight sweeping the room. Alex grimaced, looking at Jacob slowly. "I'll fix it tomorrow." He spoke almost on automatic pilot. What was he going to do now? Alex had no idea. He knew nothing better than do keep going as he was. Seclude himself from the majority of people, keep them at a good distance from him. The less people you had around you, the less you had to lose.
"I don't know." He despaired eventually, swiping his hand over his face. Alex shook his head, there was nothing he could do. He was loyal to Roman, he was loyal to the pirates, he was loyal to the cause. This was his life -- goddammit, this was their life. He took a shaky breath, his jaw clenched so hard that he could feel an ache setting on in it. Alex was born into this life, from the moment that the doctors determined him a boy, his future had been set into stone.
"Fuck, Jacob." Alex took the first deep breath he had been able to do for a while, his heart rate slowly starting to slow down in the tight embrace that Jacob had around him. "I'm sorry." He murmured quietly, the anguish he had felt ebbing away into a still calm. "I--" had nowhere else to go. "--didn't know where else to go."
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He watched with a shake of his head as they unloaded the last two of the French children, marching them down the docks pretty much towards their doom. Alex glanced up at the footsteps, this time a nod of his head as he acknowledged Claire. He folded his arms across his chest, watching the French step off the docks and head towards the Tulach House. "They're like cockroaches. Squash one and more pop up to replace them." Alex muttered to Claire in disdain. Of course the goal was to get all of the Royal children in the world, but that didn't mean that Alex had to like them being dumped on their island.
"How is the Argentinean boy?" He asked Claire eventually as the French disappeared from view. "We should have put him in front of my sword and made it a live video for the internet to watch. That would have shaken up the entire world." Alex was aware that Roman was still keeping it under wraps that the pirates were behind everything, but if need be, they should pick out the one royal that would shake the entire world. The most likely contestants for that being the Argentinean boy or the Norwegian girl. @claire-darby
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leciacardoza:
Lecia squeezed her eyes shut tight. She breathed slowly through her nose. The urge to sob was overwhelming, causing her cheeks to flush and eyes to itch. She waited until the feeling had dissipated before she dared to answer him.
“No. You are not going to hurt me,” Lecia agreed, although she would have said the exact opposite only a minute ago. She turned half-way around, and perched on the edge of the bed. Her own shadow cast across his face, blocking the path of the soft light from the window. “Because if anything happens to me you are never finding your blades again. Ever.”
Both a promise and a threat in one, and her voice remained steady as she spoke it. Now if only she meant it. Truthfully, the threat of returning to the dungeons loomed over her head constantly, and then there was the gun. Her gaze landed on the bedside table for a brief moment. Who was to say she wouldn’t crumple if he waved that in her face again. Lecia fiddled with a stray thread she found sticking out of the blanket.
“I should like to sleep…" But he had woken her up. But he was occupying her bed. But she was not entirely sure that climbing in next to him was a good choice anymore if it ever had been. Lecia tried to steal a glance at his face, but somehow found her focus drifting further down to his bare chest instead. She did not finish the sentence.
‘‘Come here.’‘ A repeat from before, but unlike their time in the forest, this time Alex found her complying, no matter how slow she moved. His arm reached out his time, his hand brushing through her hair until it rested on the back of her neck. He had fully understood the threat and it had left a ghost of a smile on his lips. ‘‘They’re special to me. We’ll discuss this in the morning.’‘ His other hand lifted and he tucked a strand strand of her hair behind her ear.
Alex couldn’t help himself, it was a motion he did as if on auto pilot. He had to touch her. They were close enough for him to touch her without having to reach too far, close enough that even if he were to lean in a little-- ‘‘I can unload it if you want.’‘ Alex spoke abruptly when realising he was doing exactly that, leaning in to her. His hand fell away from her hair and Alex leaned back a little. ‘’But I would never hurt you unless you act first.’’ A nice loophole in that promise.
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vivholm:
Vivian angrily wiped her wet hair off of her forehead, looking at Alex as he stood. What did he think that would do? She narrowed her eyes as he reached up to touch her face, “What’re yo–” she trailed off backing up slightly. As he hand traveled down and grabbed her shirt, she realized what was going to happen, “No, NO! Stop it!” again, she tried to resist, but was unsuccessful.
As she came back up from the water for the second time, she was even more pissed than before. “I swear to GOD, Alex. We can do this all goddamn day because I’m still not leaving.” she finished as she pulled herself onto the dock. Stomping back over to him she continued, “Yes, we do still have things to talk about. Why do you think that’s okay? Just yelling at me after I TRIED to explain everything to you.” As she approached him, she hit his shoulder, “I told you why, I explained to you EVERYTHING, and you dismissed me.”
The temptation to throw her again was great, his eyes raking down her sopping body as she stormed back up to him. He folded his arms across his chest, an eyebrow twitching at the hit in his shoulder. Vivian was right, she had explained everything. He didn’t blame her one bit for what she did anymore. Instead his frustrations and anger was fueled by a whole different reason. ‘’You should have come to me, Viv.’’ Alex told her, his steel gaze on the woman before him. ‘’You should have told me what was happening so that we could have figured it out together.’’ He shook his head, teeth grazing over his bottom lip as he averted his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to stop his voice from raising like it wanted to. ‘’We could have done it together. And even if we couldn’t have--’’ Alex pressed his lips together, looking at her sharply. ‘’Goddammit, Vivian. I would have handed myself in for those kids.’’
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