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She rolled over so she was facing him, smiling to herself when he pulled her closer, even though they were probably as close as they could get. She knew that this prince of hers was the only one she'd allow to hold her like this, to see her more vulnerable side. Her palms lightly pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.
"You know, I think I am just gonna come out and say it," he said, making eye contact with Rosia and holding it. His heart rate rose once again as he hesitated.
What if it's too soon? that insecure part of his brain told him. You could mess up the best thing in your life.
Well, we just had sex, he responded, quieting those fears. Fairly certain that a better time doesn't really exist
"I love you," he finally said. "Maybe it's a bit soon, maybe I am on a high after what we just did, but it is true. True for a while, actually."
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She opened her mouth, but to say what? She didn't know what she wanted to say, or how she felt. This was the hard part—emotions. She could interact with Anthony, cuddle with him or even sleep with him without worrying about how she felt besides how happy she was when she was around him. She had never experienced love before, but perhaps this happiness was a side effect?
Her brows furrowed in confusion of her own train of thought, but she made herself relax some as she slid a hand up to wrap it around his neck, pulling him closer so she could kiss him. "I–" she whispered, fingers messing with the hair around the back of his neck, "I think I might love you too," she finally got out.
"I have a feeling that is the best I am going to get," he said, a smile growing on his lips.
He understood her problems with her emotions. A life of piracy doesn't really teach you how to properly show a wide range of emotions or show them effectively. The fact that she even thinks that she does made him so happy it was hard to breathe.
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She playfully scowled at him and lightly tugged at his hair before burying her fingers in it, keeping his head down by hers as she pressed her lips to his again. "For now," she murmured against his lips. She had a little thought in the back of her mind that she would most definitely know how she felt in the future, so she decided to trust that thought.
"I will take what I can get," he said, returning the kiss for as long as he could manage.
Knock knock knock.
"Ay!" White shouted into the door. "Ye two in dere?"
Anthony let out a loud groan of frustration, confirming White's question.
"Capt'n got invited to a captain's meetin' with a few other ships. He wanted you two to come with him. Yer leavin' in 6 minutes," White continued, then walked away.
"Fucking bastard," Anthony growled grumpily, a frown replacing his happy smile.
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Rosia clicked her tongue and released his hair to grab his cheeks, lightly squeezing. "Easy tiger. Work is still a thing." She was also miffed about the call of work, but she was more amused by Anthony's reaction to White's interruption. She let go of his cheeks to tap his nose, then rolled over so she could work up the motivation to get off of the bed.
He slowly sat up with a groan when she rolled away, scratching the top of his head and looking down at the floor.
"Do you mind throwing my pants over?" he asked, gesturing over to the pair of linen draws.
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She reached over the side of the bed, fingers outstretched in search of the article of clothing. It took a few tries, and she ended up half hanging off the side of the bed, but she eventually grabbed it and tossed it over to him. She gathered up a blanket and wrapped it around her body before getting off the bed and walking over to her drawer of clothing, bare feet padding silently over the wooden floor.
He slid his pants on under the covers, then threw the other blankets still on the bed off of him. Then he sscooted over the the edge of the bed and got to his feet, groaning slightly.
"Damn these knees," he grumbled, bending over and picking his shirt up off the ground. "Probably wasn't the best thing to do when I am supposed to be resting."
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"You sound like an old man," she said over her shoulder, searching through her wardrobe for a decent outfit for a captains' meeting. "And no, it probably wasn't. Yet here we are, you doing what you're not supposed to do." She hummed when she found something, pulling out an outfit she thought was decent enough for the meeting.
"Know anyone that has anything nicer than this for me to wear?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and adjusting his collar. "I feel like this might be a bit inadequate."
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"Ty," she said, pulling on the clothes first before the shoes. Those would need some time and attention, what with all the straps going up her legs. "He's got a pretty good stash of clothes, some purely to lend to others because they don't fit him."
"Eh, I doubt I would be able to get down there, pick out an outfit, and change in 5 minutes." He had taken the time to take out his earring before they had began, so he searched of the floor for it. A ray of light flashed against it, and he made a little "Aha!" sound as he picked it up and put it into his ear again.
"You and Parris will have enough style between you two to cover for me," he said, turning to her and raising an eyebrow. "How do you even find boots like that?"
(He's wearing the outfit on the left)
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She sat down on the floor, pulled up both boots, then began the process of buckling all of the straps. "I know of a tailor that was easily persuaded to keep silent in exchange for pricey business with me. She got these shipped in from out of the country and saved them for me."
He sat down on the bed again to button up his shirt, glancing around at the small room with a frown. "Where did I put my vest…..?"
Anthony caught glimpse of the clue coloring on her bed, so when he finished buttoning his shirt he walked over and fished it out of the sea of blankets on her bed.
"Do they typically take weapons to these pirate meetings?" he asked, picking up the necklace from the far left corner of the room and slipped it on.
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She finished strapping one leg and swapped her attention to the other. Her calloused fingers were slightly sore from working with all of the straps and buckles, but she barely paid it any mind. "Pirates might pride themselves in honoring some sort of code, but when it comes down to honor, they have none. Bring a weapon, or you just might find yourself down on the ground with a blade sticking out of your back. These things can turn nasty in just a second." She finished with the smaller number of straps and frowned, sitting back and using her hands to hold her up from behind. "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure about 80% of pirates aren't mentally sound."
"Knives it is," he said with a nod, sitting down on the bed again to pull his boots on.
It was a painful process, since his knees were hurting and his entire body felt sore, but it was done in barely a minute
"Need any help with the straps?" Anthony asked, raising his eyebrow over at the shoes.
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She hit her heels against the floor, almost child-like in the action. "I think I'm good." The one boot went further up her leg, thus containing more straps, while the other only went up to her knee. Both were fully strapped, though there were some loops in the straps where hidden weapons could go.
"Well, then," he said as he stood up. "I think that it is time to go, don't you?"
Anthony got up to his feet with a groan, parting his hair to the left with his hands. Surprisingly, it stayed in place as he walked over to Rosia and held out his hand.
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"Mhm," she hummed, reaching up and took his hand, pulling herself up off the ground with his help. Once on her feet, she combed her hair with her fingers, then smoothed it down. She tapped her lips in contemplation, then let go of his hand to grab a stick of lipstick and paint a deep maroon on her lips. She then swapped it out for some khol and lined her eyes with a sharp line of black, making it flare out at the outer corners for some added effect. "Better," she said, looking at herself in the mirror and popping her lips.
He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
"You looked beautiful before all of that," he said softly before heading for the door. "Where did we leave our weapons, anyways?"
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He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
"You looked beautiful before all of that," he said softly before heading for the door. "Where did we leave our weapons, anyways?"
"It's not exactly about beauty, but I'm happy you think so," she said with a smile, then put away the makeup to turn and follow Anthony. "I think we left them over here…" she veered away from him to the foot of the bed, searching for their weapons. "Ah," she murmured, finding his daggers and her axes.
He gently took his knife belt and slipped it around his waist, snapping the buckle together with a satisfying click.
"I wounder why he doesn't bring Hugh?" he wondered aloud. "He's as intimidating as an entire crew."
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"I don't think it's exactly about intimidation, at least for the most part," she said, hooking her axes along her back, then digging through a different trunk to strap some knives and daggers to her legs, some visible and some hidden. She slipped on some gauntlets over her white sleeves, more hidden daggers in them and ready to be activated with the flick of a wrist thanks to the 'fashionable' loop around her middle finger.
"I doubt anyone would have the balls to do anything with Hugh hanging around," he said, watching her arm herself with an amused expression. "That seems a bit over the top, sweetheart."
