Horus grinned as Celine tugged him below deck, her laughter infectious as it filled the narrow corridors of their new ship. He followed her lead, his swagger as loose as ever, though he, too, felt the weight of the battle sinking into his bones. He watched her issue orders to the younger crew with a lazy sort of pride, taking in the sight of her commanding the ship with ease.
As Celine filled the basin with water and stripped out of her bloodstained clothes, Horus glanced around the room, finding a bottle of rum tucked behind some old navigational charts.
He looked down at his own battle-worn clothes and chuckled when she patted the water in front of her.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as the warmth seeped into his aching muscles. When she mentioned the blood in his beard, he cracked one eye open and smirked.
He shifted forward slightly, offering her easier access to his face, the playful glint in his eyes never quite fading.
@Celine Vonn
Ah, the smell of success and freshly mopped decks,he muttered under his breath with a chuckle, trailing behind her until they reached the captain’s quarters. He locked the door behind them with a flourish, as if sealing away the chaos of the world outside.
As Celine filled the basin with water and stripped out of her bloodstained clothes, Horus glanced around the room, finding a bottle of rum tucked behind some old navigational charts.
Aha, just what the doctor ordered.He popped the cork with his teeth, spitting it to the side with a satisfied grin. He took a swig, then handed the bottle to Celine as she sank into the water, her body visibly relaxing in the warmth.
He looked down at his own battle-worn clothes and chuckled when she patted the water in front of her.
Well, can’t say no to that invitation, love.He pulled off his shirt, revealing a myriad of scars and bruises from their many adventures, and shed the rest of his clothes with his usual carefree attitude before stepping into the basin with a dramatic sigh of relief.
Nineteen, you say?he mused, sinking into the water in front of her.
Not bad, not bad at all. And yes, I’ll admit it—I thought this might be the one where we finally ran out of luck.His tone softened, a rare moment of honesty slipping through his usual bravado.
But here we are, still breathing. That’s gotta count for something.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as the warmth seeped into his aching muscles. When she mentioned the blood in his beard, he cracked one eye open and smirked.
Clotted blood, you say? Well, I suppose that’s part of the pirate charm. But if it offends your delicate sensibilities, I’ll allow you to scrub it off.
He shifted forward slightly, offering her easier access to his face, the playful glint in his eyes never quite fading.
Can’t have me looking less than dashing, now can we? Not after surviving 19 bloodthirsty fools.
@Celine Vonn
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