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"And suffer I shall do," she sighed, leaning back into him and closing her eyes, letting herself to just react without thinking. This thing between them wasn't logical, it was emotional, so she should stop looking at it from a logical point of view.
(Should we just skip to when they wake up the next day?)
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((yeah))
The next day, Anthony let out a small groan as he woke up, opening his eyes and looking around. Fane was no longer in his arms, making him frown slightly. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair as his mind shook off the last of the sleep.
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Rosia was in her room, sitting on her bed and going through an old chest. It had remnants of her past life in it, old pictures and drawings, pendants and jewelry, dresses and false flowers. She was looking through it with a blank face.
He got up from the bed with a grunt, rubbing his knees before limping out of the room. On the main deck, Hugh and White were standing near the center mast, conversing quietly.
"Have you two seen the first mate?" Anthony asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, mate!" White said cheerfully, gesturing over to her cabin. "She came out about an hour before ye and went to her cabin"
"Thanks," he said. He walked over to the cabin and knocked on the door.
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"Mm?" She popped her head up, then set the trunk aside and stood up to answer the door. She blinked when she found the prince standing there, then opened the door even more without a word to invite him in. "Anto," she said, jerking her chin in the direction of her room, "Hey."
"Good morning," he said with a yawn, stepping inside the cabin and rubbing the top of his head. His hair was an absolute mess. "When did you get up?"
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"A little while ago." She smiled at his messy hair, biting her bottom lip to hide it as she closed the door. She was contemplating going up and hugging him, but she shook her head and walked over to the trunk, shutting the lid. Overthinking again.
"What, no hug?" he complained, sitting down on to her bed with a relieved grunt. "Fuck, my knees are not feeling good this morning."
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"I was," she admitted, "but I overthought myself out of it. Gimme time, you'll get your hugs." She hefted up the trunk and set it down next to the bed with a solid thunk.
He looked over at the trunk with a raised eyebrow. "What is in there? Earrings?" The look on his face told her that that wasn't his actual guess.
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She rolled her eyes and stood on it to transfer herself to the bed, plopping down next to Anthony. "No. Just some old stuff."
"Where are these earring you spoke of, anyways?" he asked, twisting around to face her.
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"My dresser." She gestured to the box covered dresser next to the bed, where a small mirror hung over it with a decorative frame around it.
"That is really far away for someone with hurt knees," he said, smiling down at her. "Would you mind getting it?"
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She sighed dramatically and stood back up on the bed to walk over it and jump down onto the floor. "Helpless. You go through the trouble of coming here but can't even get a box."
He gave her a devilish smile. "Ah, emotional manipulation. It works on everyone."
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"It won't work forever," she grumbled, then brought the box of earrings over and handed it to Anthony, sitting down next to him.
He began sifting though it, careful to not prick himself on the pointy ends.
"Hm," he said, pulling out a small diamond stud and showing it to her. "What do you think of this?"
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She tilted her head and grabbed it, then held it up by his face. "I think it suits you. I haven't worn those things in forever."
"Mind putting them in for me?" he asked, glancing down at his hands. "I do not think I trust my body at the moment."
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She rolled her eyes. "You just want to be pampered again," she accused, but shifted on the bed so she was facing his one side, holding up the one earring to get it into his ear.
"Perhaps," he admitted, angling his head to make it easier for her to reach.
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She tilted her head in concentration and poked her tongue out slightly as she worked the earring through the old but still present hole.
"Ow!" he said, wincing but stopping himself from jerking away. "Are you poking a new hole into my ear or something?"
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"Move and I will," she threatened, "You're fine, big baby. Just a few more seconds…" she leaned closer to get a better look, her breath washing over his ear and neck before she partially held her breath.
He repressed a shutter as she finally screwed it in. "How does it look?" the prince asked.
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She sat back and admired her work. "Good. You can look in the mirror if you want to see for yourself."
"It's too far away," he said, laying down on to his back. "It'll take your word for it. Is the crew going ashore today?"
