#pyratezlife (izzy hands)

[vocesincaput]

@pyratezlife continued from [x]

Frenchie had been inconsolable at Izzy's side, trying anything he could to talk to the man he loved. Trying to will him to stay awake and with him. That he needed him. When the first mate had closed his eyes, hand falling from his cheek, Frenchie had cried out and buried his face against Izzy's chest. Sobbing uncontrollably.

He didn't know whether it was seconds, minutes or more before he was being pulled back and away from Izzy and he tried desperately to cling on to him. But Auntie forced her way through as several of the others wrapped their arms around Frenchie. Comforting and holding him back as Auntie pulled something out of a pouch and worked on Izzy's wound.

Everything that had happened next had been a blur to Frenchie. He knew people spoke to him, could hear their voices in the distance but nothing reached his ears. He felt numb all over. Nothing was right. Nothing could be, not with Izzy like this. not when he could still lose him.

Izzy had been moved into the Captains quarters and onto Stede (and Ed's) bunk, both men insisting that he had the best place possible to hopefully recover. No one had even tried to get Frenchie to leave him.

The sofa had been pulled to the bedside for Frenchie to use and the bard had taken Izzy's hand in his and refusing to let go.

When Izzy awoke, Frenchie was practically wrapped around his arm with his head on his shoulder. Having cried himself to sleep.

The moment the hoarse voice spoke, Frenchie opened his eyes. Blinking and rubbing away dried tears from tearstained cheeks as he raised his head. The moment he saw Izzy's eyes, he practically jumped off of the sofa and to his feet. Hovering over him. Breath caught within his lungs and heart stilled in anticipation and hope.

"Iz.....?"

[avastyetwats]

Plotted starter for @pyratezlife

He was exhausted.

Their last raid had been a success, though it had taken some time to go through everything they secured, but it had finally gotten done. He did hate that he couldn't move as fast as he used to for obvious reasons, but he didn't let it stop him. He didn't let it take away from his responsibilities as First Mate to the Captain(s), but he did, however, get better about accepting help when it was offered. Not just because it did make things easier, but because they were a crew. A family. And now more than he ever did, Izzy knew what that meant.

Fuckin' Stede Bonnet. He curses, though there's a fond smile on his face thinking about him and what he brought, not only to Izzy's life, but to the entire crew's. Izzy never thought he'd respect Stede fuckin' Bonnet of all people, but he did. He was thankful for the bastard and he was getting better about not showing it just for him, but for the entire crew as well.

After all, they saved his life. More than once, the fuckin' twats. Again, he thinks it with a fondness. With gratitude.

With love.

He really was going fucking soft, wasn't he? It was almost maddening.

Emerging from the cabin, he's greeted with warm sunlight that has Izzy smiling, standing there for a moment to soak it in. And then he hears it.

Music.

It's quiet and calming and familiar and after a few moments of standing there, listening to it while standing in the warm sun, he makes his way to the man that's sat against the side of the ship, fingers gently thrumming against the strings, creating such pleasant and calming sounds that Izzy has grown to love more and more each time he heard it. Ever since the night of Calypso's birthday, really. When Frenchie was kind enough to play for Izzy while he sang for the crew.

A night he would remember forever.

He stands and listens to Frenchie play for a few seconds again and only when Frenchie stops does Izzy speak. "Never did ask you how long you've been playing that for." He's genuinely interested in knowing, making an effort to know more about his crew, about his family that he's grown close to. Especially Frenchie whom Izzy has taken a strong liking to recently, a growing admiration and interest, but it isn't something he's made known... for reasons. "Don't think I even ever thanked you for playing for me that night." He leans against a nearby barrel, small circular wooden object in one hand and a knife in the other, digging the tip of the knife into the center before he turns it over and starts to whittle away.

[petrifiedcrange]

Don't mind me, just the idea that Ed is in love with Stede's curls while Stede himself can't get enough of touching, stroking, tugging, messing up Izzy's hair is a bit funny to me, I don’t know

[unrely]

@pyratezlife sent:

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go

Stede knows he really should be more concerned when there's a clashing noise up ahead of them. They've only just finished the raid, there could be more guards down here, and it's only himself and Izzy present at the moment. But his attention only turns to that for the briefest of moments, because -

Well, because Izzy has grabbed his hand. Startled, really, and almost like it was instictive, reached out to snatch him, probably so he can pull him out of the way of danger, if need be. Stede finds himself feeling flustered over how well Izzy recognized where his hand was in space without looking, how firm his hold is. His sword is in his gloved hand, which means his bare skin - warm, rough - is touching Stede's own.

There's another, softer, clatter and a cat hops out of one of the rooms. Harmless. Izzy's grip relaxes.

And then the first mate urges him forward. Still holding his hand. Stede does something he is not usually very good at and keeps his mouth shut.

They go through the whole ship, Stede trailing slightly behind Izzy, doing his best to stay close enough that Izzy does not tug on his hand and thereby realize that he has not let it go. Room after room and Stede is uncharacteristically quiet. The touch makes him feel warm in his chest and he doesn't want it to end, doesn't want to distract Izzy and make him notice.

But it does have to end - all things do. Izzy reaches for the handle to a door, his primary hand busy with his sword. He tugs both their hands forward, looks at them as he is halted in the movement. Stede watches Izzy realize that he never remembered to let go.

" . . . I'll get it, " Stede says softly, reaching out. With his left hand. The one that isn't holding Izzy's. He opens the door and steps back, not letting go himself. He refuses to be the first to do so.

[krakensmaw]

[ SCAR ] : noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it. @pyratezlife / jack.

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 & 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, to pool with the cold sweat still gathered at edward's brow. there wasn't exactly a sick bed on board, per se, and this was the best old hornigold's crew could muster. no sick bed, because pirates fucking stupid enough to be mortally wounded were LEFT TO DIE on this crew. captain's orders. but ... ed was special. the men had all seemed to agree upon it, unspoken ( unspoken, even as they sterilized and bandaged him. carried him down to tuck in ).

lashes fluttered at the first ghost of a touch, opening to glazed brown eyes, unfocused. JACK was the first thing to grace their vision ; it was a surprise, but perhaps it shouldn't have been. lips pressed to the wound just below their clavicle, and dangerously positioned above his heart. an inch lower and that would have been it.

❛ ... ja-ack ? ❜ soft and broken, from a raw throat in desperate need of water. the second thing they saw was crimson still blooming 'cross the dirtied bandages 'round his chest. the third was izzy, collapsed deep in sleep within a chair at edward's bedside. A SLOW, burgeoning smile graced their lips ere he tried to raise an arm, a hand to touch jack's face. couldn't quite manage it. brows knit their frustration. ❛ you lot didn't toss me overboard then, i take it? 'less this is hell ? stuck on hornigold's shit fuckin' barge forever. ❜ a tease, more than anything. a laugh that HURT.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@pyratezlife plotted kissing starter

Everything is almost ready, there is no going back now. And there shouldn't be. Hornigold had hurt them enough, he was a horrible Captain. And everything would change tomorrow for Ed's life too, if everything went according to plan, Ed would become Captain. Or none of this would work, half the crew would change their minds and Hornigold would kill them all, or well, him and Izzy... and that asshole did not lack imagination.

If he didn't know Izzy's footsteps, he would have been startled, he was already on edge. But he knows Izzy well enough by now, so he barely turns his head ❝ Hey. ❞ Ed takes a sip of his rum and hands the bottle to Izzy ❝ You sure you wanna do this tomorrow? Could go... very wrong. ❞

[seafavoured]

❛  i'm sorry, are you talking to me?  ❜ (blackrose, music au, petty ned, petty lmao - even more so if it’s during an ed apology lol). @pyratezlife / ned.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓. trying to apologize, for that matter, which was more than most people had or ever would receive from edward. prideful and arrogant, they were not the sort to bow to another in argument whether they were right or wrong made precious little difference in that regard.

but then ned spoke over him, and there went that down the drain.

a high pitched, indignant little scoff escaped their throat. brows raised, hands perched at their hips like a petulant child ready to throw a tantrum. if izzy were here, he'd surely be giving ed a warning look right about now and prepping to play mediator. but he wasn't, and neither were the rest of their eclectic bunch. they were back down the hall doing the scheduled photoshoot, like he and ned ought to be. instead, they had jogged off after the violinist when he'd stormed away. followed him straight into the private bathroom like a stray fucking dog.

❛ jesus, low, do you ever shut up?! i'm trying to be contrite, or some shit. ❜ words spat from a snarling mouth, straight back to insults already. a hand fled from its perch to his hair instead, carding through long, dark waves that had been purposefully and meticulously mussed by the hair and makeup team. ❛ i'm trying to apologize, i suppose. for being such a prick this week. i just ❜

his voice broke, explanation cut off at the knees before it had chance to leap from their tongue. and yet, they'd have to say it eventually, wouldn't they? this was a collaboration, and he was meant to be playing nice. ben would have their fucking head if the photoshoot was a bust because of him. nose crinkled and lips curled in distaste. he turned from ned and allowed his hands to drop with a huff. ❛ last week, when you, er ... when i ... ❜ god, he sounded like a damn virgin. a hand waved, frustrated, vaguely toward the floor in the hopes it would be understood.

when they'd gone to their knees and sucked him off in the back hallway like a fucking groupie.

❛ it felt good. great. like, all i can think about, jerk off in the shower over it sort of great. ❜ shut up, ed. shut the fuck up, or get to the point. ❛ but it was also embarrassing, and stupid, and it definitely shouldn't've happened. christ, i called you daddy, ❜ a groan at the memory as hands scrubbed over their face. ❛ how am i supposed to come back from that? i'm supposed to have an image, you know? ❜ hell, he was plastered all over people magazine as some sort of leather clad sex god. they were supposed to be tough. ❛ anyway, i suppose i was just trying to even the odds by being an insufferable ass all week, and it wasn't fair. so. i'm ... sorry. ❜

[phoenixduelist]

@pyratezlife

Pest dutifully sat at the tiny desk of the sickbay every night, not even showing the slightest signs of discomfort despite his age. He was usually buried in his notebook, always finding something to correct in the dim candlelight. The faint noise coming from the injured man startled him near straight into afterlife; it was Viola who sewn the rupture of the organ, how did something- It took a while to register that he was actually speaking in his sleep, not dying.

A weary hand dragged down the doctor's face as he listened...and his heart broke at the realization. His son would've been around the same age as Izzy, if not for the war. If not for- He couldn't be there for him long enough. But the swordsman survived against all odds. Pest shook Márta awake to take over the watch for a few minutes while he has a brief conversation with Rozália. Knowing that poor child, she was definitely still awake.

In the morning Vitéz was already near the door, a little anxious but who was he to not rise to the call?

“Hope you're feeling a little better than before” he started casually, not quite sure how to approach the subject just yet “Pest said you can now eat lighter meals, do you have a favorite Béla can make for you Mr Hands- may I call you Izzy?” He sat down the other bed, the space enough to hopefully not spook the injured man

“Thought you might be lonely with Pest only understanding English” said doctor waved good morning with a happy smile “and the Captain running around like a headless chicken nowadays.” the small smile emphasized the lines of his face, blond hair glinting with plenty of silver in the sunlight from the small window “I'm Vitéz. I was in the army, just like many others here”

[blackflcgs]

Izzy said: "did you ever love me? i mean really love me?" @pyratezlife

He deserves that and still it slams into his chest. Ed knows how it sounds, but one day he met Israel Hands and something recognized there you are. Edward always carries it with him.

"You saying that's gonna make me throw up," he's calm. It's only half a joke. All these leagues and years between them but Ed's never said it. Izzy hadn't either, not until recently, when it was past too late for any of it.

What happens now.

Their entire lives are woven together. Sometimes anything outside of it doesn't feel real.

"Jesus, Iz, how couldn't you know?"

[vocesincaput]

🎲 (my jim, your izzy - i have no hesitations XD)

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear. 12. A kiss along the collar bone

When he had first boarded the Revenge and met them, Izzy would have never imagined this would be how the two of them would end up. They had hated him, he was sure of it. The whole crew had. They had had every right to. Even Izzy could admit he had been an asshole.

But here they still were....

Tangled up in the small bed together. The rising sun slowly beginning to beam in through the open window. Blanket barely covering them, having been almost completely kicked off during the night due to the overwhelming heat.

Izzy's chest was rising and falling slowly as he lay looking up at the ceiling. Contemplating how they had gotten to that point. A half sleepy, half contented smile upon his lips as he turned his head and looked at a sleeping Jim beside him. The corners of his lips twitched up a little further as he looked at them, hand reaching up to brush ever so lightly against their cheek. Surprising himself with the gentle touch.

He couldn't get over how they looked in their sleep. It made something swell within Izzy's chest that he tried to force down but it refused. There had always been something about Jim that he hadn't been able to put his finger on. That feeling had developed into something Izzy hadn't wanted to admit to, couldn't admit to. Not with all the things he had been going through.

But now... now, after they had found each other.... things were different...

Memories of the previous night came floating back to Izzy and his smile grew even more. He then surprised himself again as he shifted onto his side carefully and leant in to kiss Jim's jaw. Slowly shifting his lips to below their ear, their neck until they began to shift over the others collarbone. Hand finding its way to the others hip as he continued. Moustache brushing against their skin with each slow and languid kiss.

Things had definitely changed.

[avastyetwats]

🎲 (my frenchie // your izzy!)

37. A Kiss to the back of the neck (using a number generator)

It was late at night and both men were in bed, but still awake. They had managed to sneak away from the crew and into Izzy's room where they were given more privacy, more so because they never dared just barge in the First Mate's quarters lest they wanted to be met with anger and a possible sword pressed to their skin. The crew knew never to enter without permission, whether he was alone or not. Izzy Hands valued his privacy, now more than ever because of the other man laying with him in bed. Naked. Frenchie was laid on his stomach, with Izzy - also naked - laying partially on top of him, his hand splayed across his back, sliding down and up, while his lips pressed a kiss first to the back of his shoulder and now up to his neck. He loved feeling Frenchie's body vibrate from the little moans and hums of contentment and it only made Izzy kiss him all the more.

But then he hears footsteps outside of the door and Izzy growls against his lover's skin. "If those fuckin' twats are eavesdroppin' again, I'm goin' to be sure they feel my newly sharpened blade." An empty threat, of course, but he still had the power to scare them a little and he was sick of the crew spying on them just because they found his and Frenchie's relationship to be so surprising and precious. Some of the crew suspected they'd end up together, something about chemistry, but it didn't stop them from spying here, finding it fascinating that the Izzy Hands was so romantic and physically affectionate.

But also a beast in bed, as Frenchie very well knew.

The footsteps quiet and it lets Izzy's focus return to his boyfriend, continuing to pepper his skin with featherlight kisses, moving down to his back now, his hand having slide up his side and now moving down his arm, just wanting to love on him a little, whether it leads to anything more or not.

[izzyeffinhands]

🎲 (your choice!!)

2. A kiss on the nose

“ You’ve gotta stop wiggling your nose if you want me to contour it properly, love. “ Izzy said firmly and teasingly to Jim as he held a brush in his hand and they sat in his quarters. Izzy had.. found himself again. He found that little boy in the brothel that drew all day long once again and drag helped him express that artistry once more. Not that he wasn’t still an artist. Where did they think Ed’s tattoos came from? A bloody shop by the sea? Fuck no. Ed had trusted his skin only to him, something he could still bond with him over to this day. After all, where did the others think the x came from? And the swallow on his throat when he hit the 5,000 nautical miles? That was Edward’s own hand.

Drag night had simply become a weekly tradition on this safe space ship. And though Jim was stunning that night he sang for the crew the first time, they still had insisted on being painted to the gods by Izzy. He had a talent for it, and thanks to his drag mother, Calypso, he’d only become more sensational at it. Hell, he was painting up most of the crew now.

He laughed softly. A rare thing from him, but he trusted Jim. Jim was the one that reached out and protected him when Ed lost his fucking mind. Fang did too, but even when he’d first met the crew of The Revenge, Jim was the only capable pirate. He could have actual conversations with them, and Jim didn’t seem to mind when he needed a good cry in private either. He was laughing because they’d wiggled their nose again, and Izzy was shaking his head.

“ You’ll get used to it.. the tickle of the brush. But you’re fucking up my lines, darling. “ And with that, he leaned forward and softly kissed the tip of their nose.

@pyratezlife

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

Charles Vane has served on the Queen Anne for most of his life. Recruited off the street as a scrappy cabin boy, it’d been something like three years before he was allowed anywhere near a raid. But eventually even Blackbeard himself couldn’t keep Charles away from the fighting. That same year he was just sixteen, the youngest amongst them when he led the boarding party that took his first prize.

Captain Teach had always treated Charles with more attention than he seemed to give any of the other hands, but the naked pride he’d expressed at the success still ripped through him. It was all it’d taken to commit to chasing that high. He threw himself into shooting up the ranks, and a few short years later the men elected him their quartermaster. 

It’s a shit gig. The men follow him in battle, but he has no mind for the other side of the position. Politics. It’d been easier when he was still stationed on the same vessel as Izzy Hands. Charles never pushed back whenever Izzy took over managing grievances, content to focus on what comes as second nature; killing and reaving.

So it's almost a relief to have Izzy over from the Revenge to check on things, even in the face of the bitching Charles has long since learned to tune out. He towers over Izzy as he stalks at his side on deck, jumps in the moment there's room to speak, "We need to make port." The crew needs to let off steam. They need to refit. It would probably be wise to make some visual changes to the ships so they aren't recognized by any authority on sight, what with how active they've been. "Fucking wrangle him already."

@pyratezlife

[lorelodge]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

bold what does apply to your muse, italicize what applies in sometimes / some verses, strike through what never applies & leave regular what's indifferent to your muse!

FRENCHIE

♡   SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

♡   GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit  

♡  DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually

♡   ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganised

♡   SEXUAL INCLINATIONS:  sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

♡   LOVE LANGUAGES / STYLES: words of affirmation / quality time (receiving) / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch (giving) / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / physical / practical

♡   PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY:  holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading singing to your partner / being read sung to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

♡    KINKS & TURN ON'S:  dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex /  giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on their partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay  / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dymanics

Tagging: @indestructiblelittlefckr @pyratezlife @musecraft (izzy the freak hands) @reddhaed

[krakensmaw]

❛ i missed you. ❜ @pyratezlife / jack.

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 '𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒, he supposed, for that was whom the hushed whispers had broken out for. it was brutality that gained favour in the eyes of pirates, and those sat gathered in spanish jackie's looked to him with budding admiration. months at sea, a staggering amount of raids and the treasure to match ; a LEGEND was building before their very eyes. clad full in leather and tattoos. the beginnings of a proper beard now, long dark curls pulled up to a bun at the crown of his head.

months out on the blue, and all they could think about was jack. to see him again here, in the GRUBBY candlelight and the stench of sweat and rum ... it felt like coming home. arms thrown around one another. harsh claps to the back. all laughter and jibing and boisterous antics while all eyes fixed 'pon them. edward knew he could hardly do as he wished, to pull the man to their chest and kiss him with all the passion of a lovesick youth.

they were settled now at a private table, tucked a bit away from prying eyes and sharing a bottle of swill. the words hit edward's ears like a GUNSHOT. ❛ i missed you too, jack. ❜ and he means it. right down to the fuckin' bone. a hand slips below the table inches closer, fingertips just barely grazing their friend's. his heart lurches at the contact. something izzy had said about being ON GUARD tonight ( don't get distracted ! don't do anything stupid ) rings in their skull. ❛ 's just like old times. ❜

[unrely]

@pyratezlife asked:

🎲 my izzy, your stede

SEND 🎲 TO GENERATE A KISS! // 29. A kiss to the back of the hand

" What's this? " It's quite possibly the first time Izzy's ever taken off his glove with Stede present. He's fairly sure he would have remembered it happening before. He certainly would have noticed that there's a little heart tattooed on the back of Izzy's hand, on the soft bit between the thumb and the rest. A heart. Matching the spade on his other hand, Stede can only assume. But he can't ignore the thought that Izzy has a heart of all things, hidden under the thick, tough leather of his glove.

Stede reaches over and very gently caresses the little mark with his thumb. The captain steals Izzy's hand away, taking it in his own, raising it to his lips.

He presses a sweet kiss to the little mark, considering it.

" I think it suits you, " Stede declares, drawing his thumb across the mark once more. " Though it's a bit small in comparison. " One more kiss. He can't help himself. He lets their hands fall to rest on the railing, still entwined, and turns his attention to Israel himself. " What else are you hiding from me? "