Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

"I already sorted through them beforehand," she said, waving her hand dismissively, "The stuff I want to keep on in those two trunks." She pointed to two worn-out looking trunks, beneath a few cardboard boxes. "Anything besides those two is fair game. Don't worry about everything right now, just enough to get started."

A lot of what she had to sell was remnants of her past life, a life she wanted to forget. It had been hard to part with them a while ago, and she refused to do that when she first became a pirate, but now she found it less painful to part with her stuff—for the most part. There were a few personal things that she had to keep to herself.

She sighed and unceremoniously hooked a finger around the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to the edge of the street and make him sit down with her. "Are you going to make it?" she asked softly, looking over at him with concern as she made herself comfortable on the sidewalk, arms braced against her knees once she let him go.

"You can lean on me, y'know," she said, lightly nudging him before leaning over and resting her chin on his shoulder, one leg stretching out as she closed her eyes.

"Busybody," she accused with a playful murmur, cracking open an eye to look at him with an amused gleam in her eye. "Did you learn to stick your nose into people's business back home?"

"I'm sure," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. She then settled herself more comfortably against him, wrapping an arm around his waist as she closed her eyes again.

I wouldn't say very distant," she muttered, then sighed as she opened her eyes enough to look down at her lap. "I honestly don't know. Old habits, maybe? My mother was never affectionate with my father whenever there were guests around, or even servants. I guess I just unintentionally picked that up." She paused as she sought out a different solution. "Or perhaps it's something else, I don't really know."

She snorted. "Dashing, he says. The cripple." She then made a show of looking up at him and swooning. "Oh, Anthony dearest, however will I keep myself from you, the one and only, irresistible man of my dreams?"

"Hmmmm, if you keep being stubborn, it will." She scrunched up her nose when he kissed her. "Do you want me to try and stop being so distant? You seem to like being affectionate." She wasn't speaking in an accusatory tone, more like a curious one with a slight bit of humor.

Rosia sat up with barely any reaction to White's interruption, though she was still slightly started. She hadn't heard them coming, a side effect of being with Anthony. "Me," she said smoothly, standing up and stretching out her arms. "I'm not who I say I am. Once we secure some rooms and we're all sober," she added with a pointed look at White, "I can tell you almost everything."

((too bad, I'm working on something else rn))

((you do that))

Rosia nodded, glancing at the gold they now have. "I'd still suggest sharing rooms to save money. I'm sure none of us have a problem with that?" She rose a brow, looking at each of them in question. She already had an idea of who would room with who, and she had no qualms with that arrangement.

She lazily twirled her fingers in the air as she grabbed the bag with her other hand. "Sounds good to me. Go on, scurry off." She had a feeling she and Anthony would need to lag behind due to his legs. She blinked as she got an idea, though she didn't know how they'd pull it off.

She nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Yes, but once I get a ship in my hands. She doesn't want to worry about Parris's backlash if she left with us as well. He's already lost a few good crewmembers. Losing a doctor like her might be a little much for him to accept, with that inflated but so fragile ego of his."