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xx ▪trystant carlyle 0'floinn, colette clarice-marcella lafontaine; tryst, lettie

moo rawr
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xx ▪april first, twenty-one

moo rawr
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xx▪ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: six feet, zero inches
xx▪ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: one hundred fifty-nine pounds

moo rawr
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xx▪ was born into a high class family; status was everything
xx▪ family visited a nearby carnival owned by gypsies once every fortnight during the
xx▪ summer
xx▪ learned she was betrothed to her third cousin, bartholomew sinclair, her seventh
xx▪ autumn
xx▪ wasn't allowed to go to the carnival her eighth summer and was forced to board a
xx▪ ship headed for winterhaven to live with her betrothed's family
xx▪ presumed dead by her eighth autumn

moo rawr
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xx▪ hard-headed
xx▪ prideful
xx▪ loather
xx▪ ambitious
xx▪ narcissistic
xx▪ confident
xx▪ pensive

moo rawr
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xx▪ flintlock pistols are her staple
xx▪ a smirk means she has something up her sleeve
xx▪ has traitorous pink tentacles
xx▪ pretends to drink alcohol during festivities
xx▪ dislikes seafood, but eats it anyways
xx▪ clicks the hammer of her flintlock repeatedly when thinking
xx▪ is ambidextrous
xx▪ snorts at and detests formal balls, but secretly adores ballroom dancing

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xx ▪ewen clement hughes, evir una lachlan; wynne, vee

moo rawr
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xx ▪september twenty-second, twenty

moo rawr
ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ:
xx▪ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: five feet, seven inches
xx▪ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: one hundred and thirty two pounds

moo rawr
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xx▪ was the only daughter in a family of travelling gypsies
xx▪ was told on her nineteenth birthday that she would need to marry soon
xx▪ decided that she would rather explore the world then tend house
xx▪ ran off in the middle of the night and is currently enjoying the luxury of the hull

moo rawr
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xx▪ adaptable
xx▪ carefree
xx▪ boisterous
xx▪ impulsive
xx▪ wild
xx▪ excitable
xx▪ impatient
xx▪ self-absorbed
xx▪ temperamental
xx▪ feisty


moo rawr
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xx▪ the more she gets yelled at for something the likelier it is that she enjoyed it
xx▪ can't for the life of her understand why so many woman are happy with such a
xx▪ constricting society
xx▪ would willingly remain nude for the rest of her days
xx▪ an undeniable sweet-tooth partnered with an ever-present hankering for spicy
xx▪ foods results in an unusual diet
xx▪ fidgets when impatient; be it messing with her clothes, clearing her throat, or
xx▪ walking back and forth
xx▪ can pick nearly any lock
xx▪ has no sense of personal space

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ＴＲＹＳＴＡＮＴ ＣＡＲＬＹＬＥ Ｏ｀ＦＬＯＩＮＮ ⇆ ＣＯＬＥＴＴＥ ＬＡＦＯＮＴＡＩＮＥ
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ғᴏʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ʙᴀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏ

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Trystant sighed as he leaned against the railing of the Belladonna, flintlock in hand with an unfocused gaze as he pulled back the hammer of the pistol. It gave a loud click, and then he squeezed the trigger; the hammer clicked back into place and a spark burst. Xavier had informed him a fortnight ago that the ship was losing an extra ration of provisions. The white-blonde purser had suspicions that a member of the skeleton crew was stealing an extra ration for himself during the night.

The Captain sank slightly pointed teeth into his lower lip as he cocked his pistol a fourth time, shifting his weight to rest his left hip against the railing. He wrapped his right arm around his waist and twirled the pistol around his first finger, pulling the trigger and releasing the hammer to make the flint spark again before fitting the grip into place in his palm. Trystant had watched his crew, day and night, for signs of one of the men sneaking off into the kitchens; he hadn't spotted any flitting gazes or shoulders slightly hunching under the weight of guilt, much less any of his crew sneaking off to line their pockets with savory treasures.

A coral tentacle curled against the Captain's right cheek and a sucker latched onto the flesh of his cheekbone. He waved the tentacle away and the mass of boneless limbs slithered around his neck and eased down his front over his shoulders and chest. A swatch of pink hair remained and framed the sharp angles of his face; his coral tresses were silk soft near the roots before his hair tangled into a mass of squirming tentacles. He lifted his right hand and a tentacle wound around the length of his first finger; a sucker captured the pad of his fingertip and Trystant's piercing blue gaze bore into the pink flesh of his hair, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

There was only one explanation for the loss of rations aboard his ship: someone wasn't pulling their weight.


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The Captain lowered a lantern into the darkness of the hull, and the steep stairwell lit up in a white light and made him squint. He cocked the loaded flintlock and raised his hand to shade his eyes against the light as he stepped carefully down the wood steps. There was no point in trying to be quiet, the light of his lantern was a dead giveaway to whomever was hiding among the trunks and barrels of powder held in the hull.

A tentacle wrapped around the end of a rope hanging freely from a peg as Trystant paused on the last step of the stairwell. He scanned the lit portion of the hull and narrowed his eyes as he perused the stacked crates of cloth, extra rope, parchment, and log books. He couldn't see anything amiss from the end of the stairs and he lowered his left hand slightly, gripping the pistol tighter, as his eyes adjusted to the light. He stepped down onto the floor and walked further into the hull, the stacks of crates and trunks of clothing casted long shadows against the walls as he scouted out the maze of the ship's hold.

He wound his way towards the back and shoved aside a column of crates with his left shoulder, raising his flintlock again as he squeezed through the narrow passage. His eyebrows pulled down over narrowed eyes as he took in the shape of a makeshift hammock scrapped together with a patched sail and extra rope. Trystant watched it sway gently back and forth as the ship rocked in the current of wind.

Blue eyes flicked around the small alcove. Jamming his pistol into his belt, the Captain stepped a little closer and touched the heavy canvas of the patched sail; it was still warm. He jerked upright and whirled around as he raised his pistol. The click of the flintlock was deafening in the silence as Trystant cocked it fully and aimed the barrel between the boy's brown eyes. “Speak.”


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sᴏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ
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ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴍᴘ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ

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The thrill of adventure had been too much. The markets had been crowded and hot and when she strolled past that huge, gorgeous vessel, the temptation had overcome her and she had disappeared into the hull without a second thought. She was a gypsy, and knew what it was really like out there, so once the reality of her situation hit her she knew that she would have to be prepared for whatever she would find once they docked. Half an hour of rustling through the contents of the numerous bins had produced an outfit that she could definitely work with, even felt at home in. Pants were much easier to work in. Her new self was totally prepared; she cast off her name, her life, even her gender. She would emerge a totally new person from this ship.

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That was nearly a month before, and now she was having second thoughts. The hull was cramped, damp, and darker than pitch. Of course, she was getting all the food that she could want and it was easy work just lounging in her make-shift hammock day-in and out, but it was wearing on her. She wanted to be out there, climbing mountains and exploring forests! Just doing something! Be patient, she had chanted nearly every minute since the first week of the voyage, but it wasn't having the desired effect. She was nearly getting sloppy; doing things that were risky. Even going far enough to go up on deck. Boredom was killing her.

So when the creaking of stairs roused her from her napping and she could see the flickering of a lantern she nearly gave a sigh of relief. She was beginning to thrive off the small thrills that she got when people came below-deck. Never would she get caught; she was small enough to curl up in curious places and quiet enough to move freely. Her dark eyes regarded the intruder from her hammock and widened slightly as the man began to shuffle past crates and barrels, coming in her direction. The crew never came this far back; all that was back here were clothes and other transports. Quickly, quickly, she was out of the hammock and circling back around, her hair standing nearly on end. This person was different from the normal bumbling people that came down here. Just as she came full-circle around them a gun was at her forehead.

The person before her was tall; with pearly skin, eyes the color of the sky, and hair that begged to be touched. The most feminine man, she'd ever seen. Then the voice hit her. Lilting, and melodic. Familiar. "Lettie?" Of course. Now that she pictured the tiny, nearly sickly looking girl from her childhood it became clear that that was who stood before her. The gun was pushed to the side and she stepped closer, eyes widening, lips forming silent words for just a moment. Then she gave a shove at her assailant's chest.

"You were dead! Your parents said so! What are you doing here?" She growled, voice going shrill. Numerous summer nights had been spent with this girl, running through the hot marketplaces and causing the mischief so often associated with Evir's kin. Though she had been young when she was told of her friend's fate, death was never far off in the gypsy camps so Lettie had just faded into another bad memory. But here she stood.
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ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟ ᴏғ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ
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ＴＲＹＳＴＡＮＴ ＣＡＲＬＹＬＥ Ｏ｀ＦＬＯＩＮＮ ⇆ ＣＯＬＥＴＴＥ ＬＡＦＯＮＴＡＩＮＥ
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ғᴏʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ʙᴀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏ

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Trystant's eyes narrowed further and their color deepened and sharpened into crystal focus as she watched the boy in front of her. She saw his brown eyes take in her angular features, and then recognition flashed across his face. Trystant's lashes dropped down into a glare and she gripped her flintlock tighter, first finger curled tightly around the trigger and a hairsbreadth of pressure away from squeezing off a shot and killing the boy.

The barest of whispers clapped like thunder in the Captain's ears, “Lettie?” Her heart squeezed painfully at her age old nickname, and her lips paled as she pressed them firmly together, jaw set as she kept her narrowed gaze on the brunette. The boy shoved her hand away, pistol clattering against the floor, and stepped into her space. Anger reddened the boy's brown eyes as he craned his neck up to look into her face and he met her cool gaze squarely; a foolish, but brave stance to take when he was the one stowing away in her airship. His jaw worked to form words, but nothing more than broken sounds made it to the open. He shoved at Trystant's chest instead.

But she didn't budge.

“You were dead! Your parents said so! What are you doing here?!” The boy growled and his voice cracked into something shrill.

Her right hand caught the boy in the mouth, lantern light painfully bright and hot as it lit up the boy's face, and her palm muffled any of his further truths; who did he think he was! She freed her second flintlock from her inside pocket and raised her pistol again. She pressed the barrel up under the brunette's chin as she cocked the pistol and leaned in close, ice blue never leaving warm brown. “Shut up.” She paused for a candle's lick and looked the boy over. A memory tickled like a feather at the back of her mind as she took in his small features, pouty lips, and big, brown eyes. “I don't know who you are,” she continued, voice low and slightly husky, “but I will give you no quarter if you breathe a single bloody word, bilge rat.”

Trystant's memories of before her forced journey to Winterhaven were black, and what she did remember was nothing but a blur and a single word, Lettie. Her heart squeezed more at the nickname and her pointed teeth sank into her lower lip. How did this boy know that name?

The Captain's gaze shifted away from the warm brown eyes for the first time since they met, and she glared at her writhing coral tresses. The fleshy tentacles slithered freely down and around her shoulders and they snaked out to touch the boy on the cheek. The suckers sucked gently onto the flesh of his cheekbone. Then a tentacle moved and curled around the boy's ear, twining into his brown hair. 'What are they doing?!' but her expression didn't betray her surprise.

She shifted her gaze back to the boy's and lowered her hand from his mouth. With her pistol jammed up under his chin and her finger on the trigger, she trusted he wouldn't say anything more.

Trystant set the lantern down on the floor by her feet, and then dropped her gaze and scanned the floor for a spare section of rope to bind the boy's wrists. Finding none, she straightened to her full height and turned her gaze back on the boy as she faced him. The clink of a buckle broke the silence as she unfastened her belt with one hand. Once undone, she loosened the thick strap of leather and jerked it from the loops of her leather pants. Trystant watched the boy for a long moment to make sure he would keep quiet, gaze scrutinizing and careful, and then lowered her pistol and jammed it into the safety of her sash and second belt knotted and strapped around her waist. She grabbed the boy's hands and cinched his wrists together tightly with the belt from her pants, the leather still warm from being so close to her body. The Captain took a hold of the extra length and wound it around her own hand as she picked the lantern up off the floor and swept up her fallen pistol. Trystant held the lantern aloft and allowed a few of her tentacles to wrap tightly around the handle and hold the light in place in front of her. The click of her flintlock being cocked in her right hand backed up her threat of giving the boy no mercy. Then she jerked on the belt to make the boy take a step and follow her through the narrow passage between the two stacks of crates and through the hold, forcing him up onto the main deck.


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sᴏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ
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ＥＶＩＲ ＵＮＡ ＬＡＣＨＬＡＮ ⇆ ＥＷＥＮ ＨＵＧＨＥＳ
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ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴍᴘ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ

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An abrupt cuff to the face from her childhood friend definitely surprised Evir, and she let out a startled grunt as she tried to blink away the stars that had burst behind her eyelids. Cold, hard metal pressed back to the underside of her head and yanked her from her from her stunned state. What the hell was this? For one tiny, brief moment she had been sure that she was saved from being dropped off on the earth below in the middle of nowhere, or if this just happened to be one of the worse vessels; tossed overboard. Now she wasn't sure what even was going on. The hissed threat made the girl roll her eyes but it took only a moment for her to register what the person in front of her had said. "I don't know who you are."

"I don't know who you are."

Of course. Now it all made sense. Stupid Lettie, with her stupid disappearing act, didn't have any idea who she was. Her eyes stung with the injustice and disappointment of it, but the sudden suction on her cheek made her blink from her reverie, hiding the angry tears that had nearly betrayed her. The realization that it was a tentacle on her cheek and curling up through her hair slightly grossed her out, but it was outweighed by a sudden grudged fascination with the appendages. So distracted was she by the writhing mass that she nearly completely missed the whisper of the belt sliding through the loops until the buckle glinted dully in the lantern light.

Realization hit her much later, though. Once the belt was around her thin wrists her eyes widened marginally and irrational fear made her flush. No. She hated being restrained. Of course, it wasn't because she wouldn't be able to escape (she had a definite knack for getting out of stick situations; tended to come with the area of being a gypsy), but because she the one of the largest control freaks in the history of the world. That, partnered with the fact that it hindered her spastic movements, really got her irritated and brought the hot tears to dance back on her eyelashes. No way in hell would she let this stupid situation make her cry.

The cold air of the deck was definitely welcomed, though, and helped to lessen the fire of betrayal and anger that had blossomed in her breast. The moon cast shadows all over the deck, dancing like imps, and she had to admit in the back of her head that she really appreciated the mystery, the darkness and adventure of the situation. Of course, that was idealizing it, but she couldn't help herself. All of her life she had sat in taverns and town squares, listening with childhood awe at the tales of pirates, mermaids, and ghosts. She was living the dream and would damn well enjoy it as it came, even if she ended up tossed overboard.
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ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟ ᴏғ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ
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ＴＲＹＳＴＡＮＴ ＣＡＲＬＹＬＥ Ｏ｀ＦＬＯＩＮＮ ⇆ ＣＯＬＥＴＴＥ ＬＡＦＯＮＴＡＩＮＥ
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ғᴏʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ʙᴀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏ

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“Oi!” A tentacle twisted the knob on the lantern and extinguished the white light.

The swollen moon hanged low in the sky and bathed the deck in swaths of pale blue light. The small world of the Belladonna was stained in shades of deep blue and gray. Trystant pulled the stowaway up out of the hatch leading down into the hull and turned on her heel. Blue eyes met the greens of her sailing master whom had stopped mid-sentence, his apprentice stood close to his elbow and peeked through the gaps between the stokes of the helm.

“Fetch me the cat from my chambers, Ulises. The boy can take the wheel.” The Captain turned to face the brown haired boy then and she gave him a fleeting look before tugging him over to the main mast centered in the middle of the main deck. She jammed her pistol into her sash beside her other flintlock and raised the boy's bound wrists above his head and shoved him front first into the mast. Hooking an eye of the belt onto a hook in the rigging, she stretched the boy's hands high above his head, almost painfully so.

“Cap'tane.” A coiled whip with nine braided tails was thrust into her line of sight and she gave Ulises a sideways glance. He was a tall, but lanky man, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, and spindly hands that bore the likeness of spiders. Ulises clothes fit loosely on his frame, clothes bagging and fluttering around him as a firm gust of wind tore through the ship. Pink tentacles grasped the brim of the Captain's hat; Ulises' feathered cap got caught in the gust and tangled up a ways in the rigging above the stowaway's head.

Trystant took the whip and jerked her head towards the helm, dismissing the sailing master. Ulises left as she pulled a small knife from her coat sleeve and leaned into the boy. “Six lashes,” she said and slit the boy's shirt across his shoulders, and then down his spine, baring his back to the chill of the late night air.


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sᴏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ
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