#spervier

[aleximedicus]

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.  /  @spervier​ asked: [ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them 

lewis had always considered himself the sort of man who could hold a drink well. he was good at keeping a sound head on his shoulders after a few drinks, and he knew his own limits; once he drew near to the threshold of drunkenness, he always took care to pull back. that, however, was a little easier to achieve when a pirate was not pouring his drinks for him. he had thought that the sailors and naval officers who came through caernarfon drank enough to put the devil to shame, but pirates outdid them tenfold. just as he was swearing to himself that this drink would be the last, the captain had already taken it upon himself to refresh the glass. with a groan, lewis shoved the tankard away and shook his head. 

“ god’s sake, man, enough. i’ll not have another drop. ”

[moltolavoro]

@spervier | casper & jack

he’s been working for three days. at least he thinks he has. it’s hard to tell, below deck. he’s seen crew-members, moving in and out as they attend to various duties - some of them even brought him food, which was very kind of them. it’s not as though casper’s being made to work, by any means. it’s only that when inspiration strikes, he tends to work until that inspiration is fulfilled. 

and it has been, now. he emerges onto the deck a little pale, dark circles under his eyes, but smiling, and finds jack as quickly as he can. ❛ here, ❜ there’s little ceremony to it, as casper interrupts what might be a very important conversation to hand over the sword. it’s ordinary enough to look at, the handle simple, the blade folded metal - nothing special. but it’s got a weight to it ( balanced perfectly, mind ) that another sword might not have. ❛ i’ve made you something. ❜

[emcads]

@spervier​

SHE RECLINES,   bared to him with a trust  hard-earned ;   the pirate queen’s sun-darkened skin is clad only in loose chemise and her  SOUL  in even less.  if you asked her,  Esmeralda would  swear  that she had  NO FAITH TO SPEAK OF  in the sparrow-souled man,  for her heart knows better  than to shed its iron plate for another  PIRATE,   but there is nothing distrusting  in the way she offers him the  sanctity  of her flesh.  she parts her legs for him ––  an invitation she has given  SO MANY TIMES BEFORE  ––  and playful fingers  lift up the hem of ivory shirt to expose the soft, soft  skin beneath.

❝     here.    ❞

she points :  there,  on the tender  inside of her thigh,   a spot that was seemingly made to kiss, and she speaks as a captain  drawn to the  X  on a map. [  NOT ALL TREASURE IS SILVER AND GOLD,  so they say  ]   perhaps it is  WRONG,  to scribble upon this place  most sacred,   for between such thighs beat that which is both so holy  and  HUMAN :  blood,  and lust,  and life.  but it is all the  RICHER  for the defiling,   like lovers  and their letters  carved into a giving,  growing tree.   (  is that not what she does now ?  yearning for a chance to be marked,  to remember  something and someone so  FLEETING ?  )

❝     can you do that ?    ❞

[hmslively]

@spervier​ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"you there!" arthur called out, squinting in the sun as he clambered over the wild tropical overgrowth — his dirk tangled itself in the growth every few steps and his stockings were frightfully torn, but he had sworn he saw the figure of a man just ahead; though his silhouette alone was a terror. he would have felt a great deal more sure had he been aboard the lively — but he was not; he was on some miserable indies isle while the ship took on stores of fresh water, and he had foolishly wandered about — his navigational skills being more suited to the seas. he let a damp hand clutch the grip of his dirk, "i am midshipman carminow of his majesty's ship lively. identify yourself, are you a friend or a foe?"

[casseandra]

@spervier​ asked : [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss.  the  intimacy  of  hands. // accepting 

her hair still clung to her face, still dripping with the salted water of the ocean they climbed out of not too long ago after some time exploring all that was below the surface and far deeper than what normal men would be able to handle. these were advantages to a lover like her and it was not even the most grand of her abilities. still giddy from the whole thing, filled with the immense feeling of being truly alive ( such was the ocean’s power over her ) , a soft laugh rolled off her lips as she turned to look at him before quickly approaching and eliminating the little distance between them.  

staying still as he reached to brush aside the strand of hair still sitting across her face, she could not help but smile a little as he started to lean in, her patience impressively lasting for a good moment before leaning in herself, closing the gap between them with a gentle yet passionate kiss. “ aren’t you being quite greedy? did i not just grant you a kiss below? ” teasing words spoken with playful grin upon breaking of their embrace, though only just so as she kept her face close to his. she was rather the greedy one, more than ready to resume what they’d just stopped. “ or am i just that irrestistable? ”

[mrachnyie]

PROMPT       ✦       NOT ACCEPTING.

@spervier​​​​ :       🔪 hehe

                    the roaring waters enrobed the gentle vessel’s side,    lulling it forward and back and sideways in an embrace the darkling was less than fond of.     the swaying sea seemed the perfect manifestation of his sinking patience the longer he was aboard    —   appreciation for voyages had always evaded him,    and he hardly trusted the virtue of pirates.     he was hardly surprised,    then,    when the edge of a dagger was nestled under his jaw,    pressure kept light in what he assumed was warning.    

in ravka,     he would have already stripped the wall of a shadow to smother the man where he stood   —      but this was not ravka,    and os alta was miles away,    and amidst the true sea,    where the the black pearl was as foreign an empire as any,    the darkling’s shadows settled for laying at his feet in a show of begrudging courtesy,    like a pack of scorned dogs,    waning with the candle wicks.     no further maneuver was made beyond tipping his chin upward,    where the captain’s figure stood above him,    allowing hollow grey gaze to meet vivid green.    even as the blade slid closer to the pulse point at his neck,    he remained lounged against the rickety chair,    frame as statuesque as his frigid features.      ❝   lose the dagger before you lose the arm,    captain.    ❞       the shadow summoner said with nonchalance not befitting his predicament,    spurring a tilt to his head possessing the slightest inclination of fascination.       ❝   i do think you’ll find me more agreeable on civil terms.    ❞  

[rosueen]

@spervier liked for a starter !!

               her   chin   sits   on   the   back   of   her   hand   as   her   gaze   wanders   at   the   man   in   her   presence   .   pirate   ,   her   mind   sings   in   a   never-ending   tune   .   she   is   not   safe   here   with   a   pirate   .   she   straightens   her   posture   again   ,   hands   folded   neatly   in   her   lap   .   

            ‘   so   i’ve   been   told   you   are   one   of   the   greatest   ,   ’   rose   says   .   she   lies   ;   all   she   has   heard   about   captain   sparrow   is   he   is   one   of   the   worst   pirates   .   or   perhaps   her   british   companions   are   blinded   with   their   hatred   towards   the   never-ending   clan   of   pirates   .   although   ,   with   the   captain's   reputation   ,   she   had   the   feeling   their   answers   wouldn’t   be   too   dissimilar   .   ‘   it   is   a   privilege   ,   then   ,   to   be   in   your   presence   .   ’         .   

               perhaps   ,   she   should   get   to   business   ,   but   rose   is   too   fascinated   to   talk   about   such   matters   .   ‘   would   you   perhaps   be   interested   in   attending   the   ball   later   tonight   ?   i’m   sure   you   could   indulge   our   guests   in   some   wonderful   tales   of   your   travels   .   but   you   would   have   to   help   me   back   home   .   we   can’t   necessarily   have   a   ball   on   a   ship   in   the   middle   of   the   ocean   and   i   left   my   gown   at   home   .   ’   had   she   known   their   ship   might   be   attacked   ,   she   would   have   packed   it   .   

[bestofthem]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: drunk muse starter call [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: @spervier​

❝Allow me to confess... ❞ Renly says in a low voice, as if this is a secret, but he does not wait for permission ❝ I wanted to be you as a child. I have heard stories...of you of other pirates. A life free of duties, lessons...war.❞ At least that is what he had thought it was, when he was little and he was waiting for Robert to save them from the Tyrells. War seemed pointless, it meant starvation and death. Life continued outside his window, he knew, somewhere beyond the horizon, where people lived great adventures, seeking treasures, defeating mythical creatures.  ❝I wonder... ❞ his tone cheerful, a light red colour on his cheeks from the alcohol he had been drinking, even though it was not that much ❝ Did you ever dream of a life like my own?❞

[aleximedicus]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.  /  @spervier​ asked: ❝ i think the scariest thing i’ve ever seen would probably be the kraken. ❞

“ oh, dos i chwarae efo dy nain. ” spitting out even a word of welsh would have been something lewis would never consider doing in london, but after a few weeks aboard this ship, he had lost both his sense of propriety and the will to care about it. “ you have not seen the kraken. your crew may be gullible enough to believe myths and fairytales, but i am a man of science. ”

[moltolavoro]

@spervier | ❛  is  there  anybody  out  there  that’s  paying  attention ?  ❜ 

❛ have you always been this melodramatic? ❜ the door swings open to reveal elizabeth, leaning up against the frame with a smile. ❛ honestly, jack, i don’t know how you keep getting yourself into these situations. ❜ even as she speaks she moves forwards, dropping to a knee to undo the frankly terrible shackles from his wrists and ankles.

❛ now, ❜ she stands up, dusting her hands off, and doesn’t offer to help him up. ❛ what’s this i’ve heard about a fountain of youth? ❜ 

[emcads]

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS       /        accepting.

 @spervier​ said:  you are comfortable, while I am weary; you sleep, while I keep awake. / >:(

THE PIRATE QUEEN TURNS OVER    to find her bedmate  adrift  in the sea of wakefulness  and misery,   sat straight  on the edge  of the bunk  with the moonlight   beating down on weathered  skin.    she furrows her brow at the tension  weighing his tongue  –– thick enough to slice through  ––   and her fingers itch  to  hold  and  to  comfort,,   but she remains still.   something tells her that if  he wanted  touch  he would seek it.   she blinks  away  what threat of  sleep  there  is,  bundled up in the warm darkness of the cabin,  and admittedly when she speaks there are still a few  remnants of it  –––   but she is genuine,  still,  and honest  ––   at least,  as honest as one may expect  from a thief.

❝     Venganza  is your home as long as you want it,   mi corazón.   ❞

it isn’t quite what she means.   her ship is a place full of luxuries ;   a  soft bed  for he who has need of one,  ENOUGH  FOOD  to sate the hunger in him,   good company  to soothe the loneliness.  all the trappings  of an appealing  respite,   but Venganza  is no more  his place than the  BLACK PEARL  is hers.   there are different souls  caulking the planks  of those vessels,   different  HISTORIES  entwined  in every length of rope.   what  Esmeralda means is of course that  SHE  is his home,  a safe harbor  as long as he has need  of an anchorage.  (  but no matter how fine her coasts,   how warm  her waters,   she could never replace the allure of the OPEN SEAS.   )    she  sits up against  her pillow.    no,   she does not have the same  bare-ribbed desperation   to see  the plundered  vessel  returned to her captain,    for all  her  genuine concern  for him   and   STALWART EFFORTS  to track  down the errant first mate.  perhaps she does sleep too comfortably  for his tastes.   she does not know how to say it is only because he is here ;   her body  safe and warm and free from  terror   at his side.

❝   I know you miss her.   I would be as restless as you are now.   ❞

her ship is an inherited thing.  the devotion  she feels towards her,  the PRIDE,  it isn’t all that different  from a scion caring  for his ancestral estate.  (  and she has,  of course,  many of the same  material comforts  as those descended from more LEGITIMATE  nobility.  )   but Jack and the Pearl  are something different.  perhaps she won’t ever understand it entirely,  only that it’s a love  apart from anything her body has ever known.

❝    but you deserve rest,  too.   ❞

[vampyrasa]

                                        for   @spervier​

❛❛     all religion,  my friend,  is simply evolved out of chicanery, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.  no man who ever lived, or still yet lives, knows any more about the hereafter than myself.      ❜❜

[dutybcund]

@spervier​ said: 💬

          “  i’m very sorry. i… i did not see you. i thought there was no one about.  ”

[pistolslinger]

@spervier​  / / sc.

     “ i want — no.  i NEED to be on that ship, ”  jesper’s eyes haven’t moved from it since he stepped foot on the harbour.  “ tell me it’s yours. ”

[vredeir]

@spervier​,  meme,  ——  " the only way to tell if something is real is to sail there. "

THERE  SHALL�� NEVER  BE  ANY  ADVANCEMENT  IF  YOU  CHOOSE  TO  IDLE.  That  much,  Ivar  knows.  Whether  you  seek  to  discover  new  lands  or  to  make  something  supposedly  impossible  possible  ?  You  won’t  know  until  you’ve  tried.     (  Or  until  you’ve  set  sails.  )     If  Ivar  would  have  listened  to  everyone,  even  his  own  legendary  father  among  them  ?  He  would  not  walk  today.  It  may  neither  be  fast  nor  possible  without  support,  but  he  still  exceeded  all  expectations.  Sometimes  Ivar  marvels  at  how  DIFFERNTLY  each  Son  of  Ragnar  evolved.  They  may  all  be  DESCENDANT  FROM  ODIN,  they  may  all  be  great  warriors  each  in  their  own  way———   yet  they  set  sails  apart  from  one  another.     (  Much  to  his  detestation  for  he  once  believed  the  death  of  their  mother  would  him  and  his  brothers  united.  )     ❝     That  is  true.     ❞     It’s  a  simple  short  answer.  Very  much  unlike  Ivar  who  likes  to  talk,  if  not  even  to  challenge.  But  even  he  does  not  bother  to  question  something  that  he  considers  true.  Is  that  not  how  his  father  gained  reputation  ?     ❝     I  imagine  my  father  would  have  liked  you.  He’s  been  the  first  Vikingr  to  set  sails  for  the  west  whereas  everyone  else  believed  him  crazy  for  searching  new  lands  to  raid  because  they  simply  accepted  their  own  narrowminded  truth.     ❞     He  laughs  quietly.  Even  now  amused  about  the  LACK  of  curiosity.  Too  many  people  who  dwell  in  their  comfortable  existence  and  dare  not  to  ask  nor  explore.     ❝     You’ve  sailed  far  to  the  North.  What  questions  troubled  you  enough  to  make  this  voyage  ?     ❞     Upon  making  this  inquiry,  Ivar  looks  up  to  stare  directly  at  the  other  traveler’s  eyes.

[horizontouched]

@spervier said:  "never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you." accepting

It’s an interesting comment coming from Jack.  Sort of.​  Jack has never seemed like the type to be concerned about what others thought of him.  That was the base of his personality.  It makes Will start to wonder if there was a time where he cared.  Though the chances of Jack actually telling him that story were slim.  But it wasn’t like either of them had much else to do.  Things had been surprisingly calm lately leaving him with even more alone time. Will has placed himself at the rail, avoiding looking at the other.   The Pearl feels strange under his feet.  Alien with the way he’s so connected to the Dutchman.  “You know...after you fell off another high place and Elizabeth and I resumed...our sort of normal lives, I thought I would get fired.  Obviously Port Royal doesn’t take kindly to pirates and now that we knew where I came from, my status dropped even lower.  Except they needed me because Brown stopped picking up the hammer as soon as I had any idea what I was doing.  People always talked, naturally.  It’s a navy town built where the only way to make a living is to work for someone else.”   Now of course things had changed.  As much as Will hated the rules of the curse with a passion, it gave him power.  The ability to control where he went, what he did- relatively.  He didn’t remember the last time he’d had any say in the parts of his life that didn’t involve chasing after pirates and people taken by pirates.  “I get why you’re so obsessed with sailing and freedom now.  Shame I still don’t get it.”