#( ⁶⁶⁶ ) bellamy swan. ⇀ answered prompt.
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wildflowers brush against his calves. they stood amidst the flowers that flourish in the gardens outside volterra. it was dark, obviously. even though there are walls that line the gardens, it was still safer for demetri that way. their conversation had begun to wane, falling off into a comfortable silence until…
@fyllakas: ❛ a golden cage is still just a cage ❜
gaze snaps upwards , staring at demetri with a look of confusion etched across features. over time , bellamy had started to understand that demetri felt trapped here. it had taken time to come to this realization, because on the surface demetri seems perfectly content with his current placement. but that wasn't the case. if it weren't for reasons unknown to bellamy , demetri wouldn't stay here. fingers tremble as they lift , brushing over demetri's shoulder. a comforting touch, he hopes.
❝ if i could free you, i would. ❞
#( ⁶⁶⁶ ) bellamy swan. ⇀ answered prompt.#i'm fucking SOBBING for demetri rn he deserves so much better
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also, so, i may have started a little something today
Sam advanced warily as the flaps fell shut behind him. He had a pistol in his belt, not that he thought he could shoot the bloody Governor if this went pear-shaped, and he clasped his hands behind his back, feeling as if he was back at school with the particularly irascible Latin master. “Ah – Your Excellency? I’m Samuel Jones. You wanted to see me?”
“Yes.” James Oglethorpe was a trim mid-forties aristocrat in a currently rather damp and flyaway wig, which he seemed to have made some effort to tame. He was sitting behind a camp desk heaped with piles of papers and parchments: requisition orders, army reports, maps of the region, dispatches from the scouts and spies, and doubtless a hundred and one bellyaching letters from Commodore Pearce about the needs of the fleet. A few candles were wedged precariously onto the edge, along with some fugitive inkwells and penknives and a half-finished tin plate of dinner. “At your ease, soldier.”
The last thing Sam felt was at ease, but he snapped a salute, clicked his heels, then adopted a slightly more casual posture, taking the camp chair across from Oglethorpe when the governor nodded to it. He tried not to fiddle with the loose thread on his cuff. “Sir?” he prompted, when Oglethorpe kept writing. Likely shouldn’t, keep your mouth shut until the commanding officer spoke to you, so on and so forth, but holding his tongue (or his temper) had never been one of his particular virtues. “Did you – ”
Oglethorpe gave him a dry look, as if to say that he would find out if he just shut up for a moment, and removed the gadroon from the candle, dropping melted wax onto the letter and sealing it with a stamp of his ring. Then he said, “You are Samuel Jones of Savannah, Georgia?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is your father Killian Jones, formerly first lieutenant of HMS Imperator in the Royal Navy?”
A slight chill went down Sam’s back, as this was never a well-boding line of questioning. Still, he kept his expression neutral. “Yes, sir.”
“And your mother, I believe – ” Oglethorpe checked one of his papers. “Emma Jones, née Swan, who was at one point in operation of a vessel, the Blackbird, that – pursued business opportunities outside of the usual parameters of enterprise?”
“If you’re asking if my mother was a pirate,” Sam said bluntly, “I think you know the answer.”
Both of Oglethorpe’s eyebrows raised at that, but he forbore to rebuke this impertinency. He set aside his papers and regarded Sam, fingers steepled. “Both your parents, weren’t they? Your father’s notorious alias was Hook, later in his career?”
Sam winced. So much for that being innocuous. “My parents have been upright citizens for almost three decades. And considering that Georgia was founded to provide a refuge for those who might have landed themselves on the wrong side of England’s laws – you should recall, sir, as you did the founding – surely you can’t be registering a moral objection now?”
“There is,” Oglethorpe said, “rather some difference between the honest poor abused in workhouses, those escaping the unjust vicissitudes of religious oppression, and other such deserving refugees, than there are between notorious and unrepentant high seas pirates. On that note, I believe your grandfather was also a pirate? James McGraw, known as Captain Flint – reported dead some years ago, by hanging?”
Sam kept his face straight. The number of ersatz “Flints” captured by the authorities and inevitably executed had in fact become something of a running joke with his family – “hanged you again last week, Grandpa” – but this meant that Oglethorpe had been doing quite a bit of digging. Not merely to boast about it, either. “Aye,” he said, since there wasn’t much use in denying it outright. “But my grandfather is, as you say, dead.”
“Mm. And you are most likely named for the late Captain Samuel Bellamy, a former close associate of your parents, and also a pirate?”
“Yes,” Sam said resignedly, deciding not to mention that this man was additionally his godfather, as he had a feeling that would be making Oglethorpe’s point for him. “Also a pirate.”
#the rose and thorn#aka it has a title#i have started writing it#i am trying very hard not to let this be a monster#but yes#it is happening#welp#cs ff#sam jones is just like yep my family are pirates#that one is a pirate#that one was a pirate too#yep also a pirate#pirate
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it had been two years since he'd seen any of the cullen's last. two years of time spent amongst the volturi. of time spent with demetri almost always at his side. the only time he spent amongst humans these days were in his classes. he'd taken up classes at the local university. something to do, he supposed. something to achieve. all that's to say that… meeting up with alice cullen had been an impulsive decision. he'd checked his email one day a few months back and there sat an email from the seer herself. emailing back had taken him a few days. just a bit of consideration. what were the consequences ? demetri would surely be disappointed. aro, too. but demetri… well, his opinion mattered just a little bit more. even though it shouldn't. aro had the power to take him out of this world. demetri was… well, demetri.
meeting up with alice had been impulsive. something distinctly different to the days of contemplation replying to her email had taken. alice had suggested it, of course. insisted, even. said nothing bad would happen. bellamy believed her. so - they met up at a little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop not too far from bellamy's campus on the first rainy day they could find. it had been nice. catching up, figuring things out. it solidified some things for bellamy, too. like, that he was exactly where he was meant to be. huh. who would've thought ?
he'd been careful not to touch alice. to keep some distance between the two. he didn't need demetri - or worse, aro - knowing that alice was in italy. or that he'd broken their trust. too bad demetri seemed to know him a little better than he thought. his excuse that he'd met up with a friend from school hadn't flown. actually, it kinda sank. quickly. demetri had seen right through it.
@fyllakas: ❛ i can tell when you're lying to me. ❜
swallowing, a nervous blush takes hold of pale flesh. spreading up his neck and over his cheeks. shaking his head, he tries again. ❝ you're being paranoid, demetri, it really was just a friend. ❞ a friend he shouldn't have, of course, but a friend nonetheless. pushing himself some more he - ❝ are you jealous ? ❞ the mere suggestion is almost laughable. but, it was more to throw demetri off his trail then the fact that he actually believed it. demetri didn't care who he befriended, or who he spent time with. well, except for this instance… wherein, he'd deliberately broken one of the only unspoken rules that they could've had. no contact with the cullen's. ❝ it's alright if you are. i get jealous of you, too, sometimes. when i see you with that one blonde… ❞ now that is the truth. probably the first true thing bellamy'd said to demetri all day.
#( ⁶⁶⁶ ) bellamy swan. ⇀ answered prompt.#THIS GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHY#no but dimi seeing right through a petty little lie is so funny to me#bell trying to manipulate the situation is even funnier though
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