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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:05 pm
Rose didn't move for a long moment. But no matter how long she waited, neither did the very physical ache in her chest ease nor the trembling that wracked her abate. She should be angry with Finn for his hypocrisy, for yelling at her after she'd been worried sick over him most of the day. She should be appalled at the idea of curling up in bed with a man not her husband, too. But honestly... she was just so tired and it felt like she was dying and she just couldn't stop seeing it... After a moment or two (during which Dante, bearing the glazed expression that said he was having trouble parsing some very strong emotions from his Chosen, peeked over the foot of the bed to see what in the hells was going on this time), Rose finally stirred, crawling up the bed with an effort to lie meekly where he'd indicated, on her side facing him and still curled slightly around her aches. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn't even sure exactly what she was sorry for. Killing those men? Stealing a sip of rum? Raising her voice at him when he wasn't well? Probably all of them, to varying degrees. Mostly she just wanted them to be okay for the moment, by any means necessary, because she didn't have the strength for a fight right now. Squeezing her eyes tight shut against threatening tears, she tried taking a few deep breaths as she willed her heart to slow and her quaking to cease.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:29 am
He waited patiently for her to decide, and then dropped the blanket around her as she made herself comfortable at his side. Sighing, he rubbed at his eyes tiredly with his good hand, and then slumped down again his pillow, turning his head to look over at her. She was murmuring something, curled in on herself, eyes shut tight. She was hurting, and it pained him to see.
Acting on impulse, Finn slipped his arm under Rose, and pulled her close. Formalities be damned, he was a pirate, and he sought to comfort Rose. He held her for a moment, before finally speaking. "Ye did the right thing Rose." He said softly, running a loose strand of her hair through his fingers. "If ye hadn' killed those men, we'd be dead." But she knew that. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Ye can grieve Rose, but ye can' let it destroy ye."
He was quiet for a minute after that, and then, with some hesitation, "I'm...sorry. Fer yellin'. I jus'...I didn' want ye te end up like one of 'em." He admitted, referring to the women who slipped into the life of alcoholism and whoring. Maybe he had overreacted, but he couldn't risk it, couldn't let her drink in her grief and fall.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:39 pm
Rose could not have been more surprised at Finn's embrace- but she was too tired to muster more of a response than to tense slightly and blink as she tried to process. This lasted barely a moment, though, before she slumped in relief into his arms, one of hers circling his waist loosely to return the comfort and affection. The weary woman had no idea who he meant by "One of 'em," and didn't have the energy to care about the specifics. But... it helped to know he'd been acting out of concern rather than selfishness. With her head pillowed on his good shoulder and his arm secure around her, she felt her heartbeat finally begin to slow and the tight ache in her chest finally start to ease. "I thought you just didn't want to share your rum," she teased with a slight smile and a brittle chuckle, but she wiped her eyes with one hand, then returned it around his middle and gave him a gentle squeeze. "I know you're right. I just- I had no idea I could do such a thing," she said at last, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder for comfort. "And..." she sighed in quiet frustration as she struggled to put to words what she felt. "It was awful. I hope I never have to do it again, but I know if I had to I would. And I don't feel as if I regret it nearly as much as I should, and that... That scares me," she admitted, her voice going soft and thick with tears. With a soft snort now that the worst of the crisis seemed past and he could function again, Dante hopped up on the bed and laid down at the foot of it without seeking permission or seeming to give half a damn for what Finn or Rose thought of his choice. He rested his chin across Rose's legs protectively, and appeared to go right back to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:34 pm
Finn chuckled, a hearty rumble that shook his chest and pained his shoulder, though he seemed not to care or notice, aside from a subtle wince. "Aye, tha' too." He admitted softly, Rose's warmth seeping deep into his bones, relaxing his battered frame. Eye lids heavy, he closed them wearily, but remained alert enough to listen to Rose's woes. He didn't understand the way she felt, but he did understand why she might feel that way. She was a strong woman, sure, but raised with a silver spoon; she wasn't accustomed to the hardships of the world.
"S' long as yer a pirate, ye'll likely 'ave te kill again." He mumbled, opening one eye to peek down at her. He sighed then, closing his eye, and rested his chin lightly atop her head. "But stay outta the way, an' I'll do the killin' fer ye." He chuckled again, an attempt to lighten her mood. He didn't like to see her so upset. It was short lived, however; when he spoke again, his tone was deep and calm, void of humor. "Yer a good person Rose. Nothin' can ruin tha'."
He hoped his vow - a serious one, despite the laughter that had accompanied it - and assurances would be enough. He wasn't exactly the "soft" sort, and it wasn't often...or ever...that he found himself needing to comfort anyone. But then, he didn't care about anyone else, not as much as he did Rose.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:19 pm
Rose smiled slightly at his words and wiped her nose on her sleeve- a habit she'd picked up sailing in cold, stormy seas with no time to reach for a handkerchief. Her smile softened as she felt Finn relax against her and her hand made a few soothing circuits up and down his side while she absorbed his words. She smirked slightly at his comment... 'as long as yer a pirate...' well, whose fault was that anyway? But honestly, she didn't mind. It had been terrifying, stressful, but a lot of fun.
They were and weren't as terrible as she thought they'd be. Hard men, sometimes cruel, but no worse than they had to be, mostly. And there was an odd sort of honor among them, as evidenced by Finn's offer to 'do the killing for her.' Then Finn continued and she had to chuckle- would that she had his faith. But now didn't seem like the time to argue, so she let it go. "Thanks. You are too, you know."
She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, and remained propped up on one elbow with one arm across him as she took in his drowsy expression. He was still pale, but he did look a bit better for some rest and food and the doctor's care. "How're you feeling?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:22 am
Her lips were warm and soft against his cheek, and he might have blushed, were he a lesser sort of man. But he was struck silent, opening his eyes to gaze upon her face. He stared for a moment, expression impassive, but his eyes were alive with...something. So many emotions flashed through those eyes, it was difficult to pinpoint one. After a short time, after she'd voiced her inquiry, he snorted, and closed him eyes. "Like I could take the Kraken on." He muttered, shifting his weight in seek of greater comfort. "'Bare 'anded."
Stew in his belly, a bottle of rum beside him, and a woman in his arms - it was all he needed for a good slumber. The bed was a nice addition as well. The captain would not want to linger in port for long, and would surely call for the able men to return to the ship in the morning. Some would survive the night, and others would succumb to their wounds, but as Finn was injured himself and could do nothing for the dying men, some sleep seemed in order. "Bu' as the Kraken ain't near, what say ye te some shut eye?" Spirits knew they could both use it - Finn, for his wounds, and Rose, for her soul.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:53 pm
She smiled and shook her head, her earlier doubts and questions playing through her mind, but... he did seem to care on some level, how she was and what she thought. With his eyes shut, he felt Rose's hands gently helping him find a more comfortable position, then a comforting hand resting on his hair. "Yeah, I think sleep would be good," she agreed. Having Finn to care for eased her, gave her something to think about other than the last desperate few hours. Perhaps, if she got comfortable enough, she could fall asleep before the memories came creeping back again. "Rest well," she bade him. "I'll be right here."
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