Jupiter
Monster Maker
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Jupiter
Monster Maker
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As the moonlight filtered through the uninterrupted cell windows, of which were just bars, there was silence. Aside from the odd rat, of course, but those couldn't be helped down there. It was where the vermin of the city were kept, though, so it was oddly fitting for there to be rats and mice, and spiders and all the awful things considered with dungeons and dark times. These were dark times. The threat of pirates had grown massively over the last five years. Before, sure, they had been enough of a problem for people to fear them, but when a new captain had risen that was worse than the last, it wasn't just fear. It was terror.
The silence was interrupted by the noise of four men dragging something down the stone stairs that lead to the dungeons. Then, along the stone floors until they reached a small cell, and the door creaked open with a harsh tug from one of the men. In went the prisoner, the one that people had been talking about for so long. The one who people feared. They had caught him, now, the terror was over. There was nothing to be afraid of.
A new man appeared by the side of them, looking down at the man in chains who was laid in front of them, unconscious. "He's gagged, why?"
"Caused too much of a problem, sir, was yelling and spitting, we had to gag him, sir." One man said. All five of them were stood around, looking at him. "He's a bit young, sir, to be a captain... Don't you think?"
"Maybe we have the wrong man."
"Definitely not. That's him, that's Valentine." He shook his head in disproval, and then reached forward and removed the gag from him. He wasn't going to be saying anything now, considering he was unconscious. "I suppose we lock him up now, then, don't we? It's a rather odd feeling, don't you think? He's here, now, after all of this. It's like it's the end."
"It is the end, sir. He's locked up, he cannot cause any more problems now."
"Too right. Come, it's late." The five men disappeared from the cells after locking the door to the pirate Captain's new abode.
Attachments
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
Nothing looked more haunting in Avery's life than the shadows cast by moonlight when she laid in her bed. Nothing quite filled her with terror as much as the news from a few hours ago. But nothing could resolve her curiosity and nothing could quell her restless mind. He was down there, in chains and a cell, but still in the same castle as her. The way she thought of her large home changed as the thought of him running up and killing her occurred more than twice. Suddenly the stairs and levels between them both seemed too short a distance.
But what would he gain from killing her? Maybe to spite her father, who ordered for his capture. Or maybe to cause fear in the knights who brought him in. "This girl did nothing and now she is dead. You put me in chains and your death will be slower." That's the message he would give them as she bleed out on her bed. Of course she knew she was being overdramatic. If the pirate killed her there would be an even larger bounty on his head, something he may want to avoid at this point.
Unknowingly and against better judgment her covered feet padded slowly across stone stairs, hands feeling the walls to guide a way down the halls. This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, bad idea, she chanted in her head. Faster than she could change her mind she stood in front of a black void that she knew was the dungeon just because of the smell. One more set of stairs and she would see guards, and beyond that the cells.
She once believed officiousness to be her fatal flaw but perhaps it was curiosity like her mother said.
Dropping the small coins into the underpaid guards hand, making sure he saw her sign to keep this a secret, she crossed the threshold and let fear seize her heart. Even behind closed doors the infamous captain ran terror deep in peoples bones.
Moonlight through bared windows scarcely illuminated a pair of legs and one of probably many chains. And it was enough to make her breath catch at the sudden deafness in the situation. Between the feeble princess and a lethal pirate she once thought a myth was only rows and columns of bars.
But what would he gain from killing her? Maybe to spite her father, who ordered for his capture. Or maybe to cause fear in the knights who brought him in. "This girl did nothing and now she is dead. You put me in chains and your death will be slower." That's the message he would give them as she bleed out on her bed. Of course she knew she was being overdramatic. If the pirate killed her there would be an even larger bounty on his head, something he may want to avoid at this point.
Unknowingly and against better judgment her covered feet padded slowly across stone stairs, hands feeling the walls to guide a way down the halls. This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, bad idea, she chanted in her head. Faster than she could change her mind she stood in front of a black void that she knew was the dungeon just because of the smell. One more set of stairs and she would see guards, and beyond that the cells.
She once believed officiousness to be her fatal flaw but perhaps it was curiosity like her mother said.
Dropping the small coins into the underpaid guards hand, making sure he saw her sign to keep this a secret, she crossed the threshold and let fear seize her heart. Even behind closed doors the infamous captain ran terror deep in peoples bones.
Moonlight through bared windows scarcely illuminated a pair of legs and one of probably many chains. And it was enough to make her breath catch at the sudden deafness in the situation. Between the feeble princess and a lethal pirate she once thought a myth was only rows and columns of bars.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
Levi had since woken up, and was now sat on the straw mat that was to serve as his bed for however long it was that he remained here, in this dark and dingy dungeon. He'd already encountered a few rats, not that he wasn't used to them, but he'd much rather have an elevated bed so that they could at least not run over his feet as he slept. He'd tried to sleep already, yes, but he couldn't quite manage to float off to that dream world.
He was looking up through the small window, looking at the stars and the moon, which was being half-blocked by one of the bars that prevented escape, as though a full grown man could fit through a hole that a small girl could probably barely fit through. He looked up at them, though, his head rested against the stone wall that separated him from the other, empty cell. Three stone walls, and one made of metal bars. How had he managed to get here?
Of course, he knew how, but he didn't know how it had led to his capture. He had been careful, like he always was. He was never loud, and he didn't boast of who he was or what he did. He never told people the truth about him, unless he was looking to frighten them, or get something from them. And yet he was here anyway, waiting, but for what? Freedom, that he would never get? Death, which would be by hanging in front of a mass audience? And how long would he have to wait here, too? How long would it be until he was given one of those things? Would they leave him here to die slowly, instead?
Needless to say, though, he was not exactly expecting a visitor.
When he heard the breath of another, the breath that seemed to show fear, Levi Valentine slowly turned his head towards the metal bars and blinked, once, twice, a third time. He had been staring at the light from outside for so long that he had forgotten how dark the rest of the room was. There was a torch down by the guards end, but the light from that didn't stretch far enough to reach him. All he had was the moon and the sun.
"Come to see what everyone's talkin' 'bout, huh?" He hissed into the dark, but did not move from his position. Why give whoever it was the satisfaction of seeing his face? Of seeing the terrifying Captain Valentine? He could only just begin to make out the shape of the body, but no features. He knew that body shape well, though, the outline, the silhouette. It was not that of a man's, that was for certain. "Huh, girl?"
He was looking up through the small window, looking at the stars and the moon, which was being half-blocked by one of the bars that prevented escape, as though a full grown man could fit through a hole that a small girl could probably barely fit through. He looked up at them, though, his head rested against the stone wall that separated him from the other, empty cell. Three stone walls, and one made of metal bars. How had he managed to get here?
Of course, he knew how, but he didn't know how it had led to his capture. He had been careful, like he always was. He was never loud, and he didn't boast of who he was or what he did. He never told people the truth about him, unless he was looking to frighten them, or get something from them. And yet he was here anyway, waiting, but for what? Freedom, that he would never get? Death, which would be by hanging in front of a mass audience? And how long would he have to wait here, too? How long would it be until he was given one of those things? Would they leave him here to die slowly, instead?
Needless to say, though, he was not exactly expecting a visitor.
When he heard the breath of another, the breath that seemed to show fear, Levi Valentine slowly turned his head towards the metal bars and blinked, once, twice, a third time. He had been staring at the light from outside for so long that he had forgotten how dark the rest of the room was. There was a torch down by the guards end, but the light from that didn't stretch far enough to reach him. All he had was the moon and the sun.
"Come to see what everyone's talkin' 'bout, huh?" He hissed into the dark, but did not move from his position. Why give whoever it was the satisfaction of seeing his face? Of seeing the terrifying Captain Valentine? He could only just begin to make out the shape of the body, but no features. He knew that body shape well, though, the outline, the silhouette. It was not that of a man's, that was for certain. "Huh, girl?"
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
She couldn't breath anymore. His voice grated across her ears, only a hiss against the sound of her beating heart, but loader than a cannon. Nothing compared to knowing he had seen her. She wouldn't want to run now that she had his attention but if nothing came out of her mouth there would be no point in the trip.
If terror had a voice it would be mute.
Against all rational and odds her voice worked in a whisper. "I though you would still be unconscious..." She had let that thought cross her mind when she descended stairs, knowing she might end up staring at a prone body. Part of her wanted him unconscious if would extinguish her fear. Part her wanted to hear his voice again. Was the hissing an act to seem less scared? If he knew his punishment, or made a reasonable prediction about it, he might felt the need defend his pride and terror inducing name to the last breath.
"If I had known...I still would have come down here. I hear stories about you. The way you terrorize nations and travel sea's. I didn't think it was anything but stories to keep kids from misbehaving." The words were more to herself than him, an acceptance of how laughingly unreal yet painfully real this situations was for her. "Don't be naughty or Captain Valentine will come kill you."
She almost let out a sad laugh but refrained as it bubbled in her throat.
If terror had a voice it would be mute.
Against all rational and odds her voice worked in a whisper. "I though you would still be unconscious..." She had let that thought cross her mind when she descended stairs, knowing she might end up staring at a prone body. Part of her wanted him unconscious if would extinguish her fear. Part her wanted to hear his voice again. Was the hissing an act to seem less scared? If he knew his punishment, or made a reasonable prediction about it, he might felt the need defend his pride and terror inducing name to the last breath.
"If I had known...I still would have come down here. I hear stories about you. The way you terrorize nations and travel sea's. I didn't think it was anything but stories to keep kids from misbehaving." The words were more to herself than him, an acceptance of how laughingly unreal yet painfully real this situations was for her. "Don't be naughty or Captain Valentine will come kill you."
She almost let out a sad laugh but refrained as it bubbled in her throat.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
He listened to her voice and slowly moved, but only slightly. He moved his leg so that it was bent at the knee, and with a tattooed hand he prodded at the bruises along his calf. When they had dragged him, they hadn't been gentle about it, had they? How could he expect them to be? A pirate, a dangerous man. They had him now, they had him locked up in a dungeon to be laughed at and killed.
Levi had known that this day would come. He just hoped that it would not be so soon.
"And do you believe those stories, girl?" Levi whispered, but his voice cut through the cold night air like the knife that had been strapped to his belt. Of course, no weapons in the dungeons. No chance of escape, of murder... "Do you believe what your servants tell you? That I terrorise nations... And that I'll kill you..." His words were slow, certain. He didn't think much about how to word things, and about how to strike terror. The very thought of that name did that for him, now.
"Don't be naughty... Captain Valentine will come kill you."
A sudden movement resulted in the rattle of chains as he lunged for the cell door. He couldn't quite reach it, but he got close. "Have you been good, girl? Have you? Captain Valentine is here, now! Captain Valentine has come to kill you!" He laughed manically before shrinking back into the corner of the cell and moving his legs out of the moonlight.
"They're not stories." He hissed again. "They're as real as you, n' me. And now I'm sitting here in a cell. And I'm watching you. And you're afraid... I like it when girls are afraid."
Where did he come from? It was a question often thought after his accent was heard. It was a mimicking of his fathers, and of the oceans waves. His words weren't specific to any country, his tongue appeared to speak more languages than just English. And where did he come from? The seas. The seas that stole away the words of others and fed them to the pirates like treats.
Levi had known that this day would come. He just hoped that it would not be so soon.
"And do you believe those stories, girl?" Levi whispered, but his voice cut through the cold night air like the knife that had been strapped to his belt. Of course, no weapons in the dungeons. No chance of escape, of murder... "Do you believe what your servants tell you? That I terrorise nations... And that I'll kill you..." His words were slow, certain. He didn't think much about how to word things, and about how to strike terror. The very thought of that name did that for him, now.
"Don't be naughty... Captain Valentine will come kill you."
A sudden movement resulted in the rattle of chains as he lunged for the cell door. He couldn't quite reach it, but he got close. "Have you been good, girl? Have you? Captain Valentine is here, now! Captain Valentine has come to kill you!" He laughed manically before shrinking back into the corner of the cell and moving his legs out of the moonlight.
"They're not stories." He hissed again. "They're as real as you, n' me. And now I'm sitting here in a cell. And I'm watching you. And you're afraid... I like it when girls are afraid."
Where did he come from? It was a question often thought after his accent was heard. It was a mimicking of his fathers, and of the oceans waves. His words weren't specific to any country, his tongue appeared to speak more languages than just English. And where did he come from? The seas. The seas that stole away the words of others and fed them to the pirates like treats.
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
She tried to escape, jerking backwards while her feet remained frozen in place. The result was her weight tipping over and landing amongst the dirt of the floor, white nightgown spread around her as the moonlight flashed in her eyes. Closing them to avoid watching her kingdoms prisoner hiss at her, make death threats to her. He couldn't even reach the cell bars and she was fearing for her life. That was the effect of his voice and of his name.
Several agonizing minutes passed in silence between them. If the sudden movement hadn't scared away her voice it was the crazed laugh. When she found it again it quivered.
"If I believed everything my servants told me I would be the stupidest girl in the planet. And if I did everything they said I wouldn't be here right now for you to terrorize." Drawing her legs underneath her, eyes opening to view the news features she could see after his movement, her voice steadied. "You're a monster like the ones in books. I know if you had the chance to kill me... you would.. but it would be fruitless for you."
"What kind of bounty do you think you would have on your head? Do you even know who you are talking to? I need only ask and my father will hang you in thirty seconds." She lifted her head into the moonlight, knowing traces of fear were left in here eyes and quivering lip, though her voice grew strong with every spoken word.
Several agonizing minutes passed in silence between them. If the sudden movement hadn't scared away her voice it was the crazed laugh. When she found it again it quivered.
"If I believed everything my servants told me I would be the stupidest girl in the planet. And if I did everything they said I wouldn't be here right now for you to terrorize." Drawing her legs underneath her, eyes opening to view the news features she could see after his movement, her voice steadied. "You're a monster like the ones in books. I know if you had the chance to kill me... you would.. but it would be fruitless for you."
"What kind of bounty do you think you would have on your head? Do you even know who you are talking to? I need only ask and my father will hang you in thirty seconds." She lifted her head into the moonlight, knowing traces of fear were left in here eyes and quivering lip, though her voice grew strong with every spoken word.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
Levi turned his head slowly and looked at her. He still couldn't make out her features, but he had her voice, and her fear, and that was what mattered to him. Why should he care who she was or what she looked like? It was quite easy to tell who she might be, though.
"I know who you are, girly. I know who your mother fucked to get you where you are, I know who your father is!" He spat on the floor of his cell and then fell silent for a moment, before standing properly. He stood there, in silence, his silhouette unmoving. What was he doing? Trying to scare her? He already had done that. "Little princess. Little princess of the kingdom. You think you're special?"
One foot came forwards, followed by the other, and the chains rattled with each movement. "I've killed people like you before. I've killed kings. But you know that, don't you? You know the stories, like you've said." His voice lowered, and he stepped forward again, slowly. "Are you going to ask daddy to hang me? Are you trying to scare me?"
As quickly as his voice lowered, it raised again. "You think I care?! I'm in here to rot, and die, and if he hanged me now then it'd be a damn blessin', girl! It'd end all of this before it even began!" He spat again, aiming for the floor at her feet. "What would he say to you being down here? Would he punish you? Would he send you to bed without supper?"
"I know who you are, girly. I know who your mother fucked to get you where you are, I know who your father is!" He spat on the floor of his cell and then fell silent for a moment, before standing properly. He stood there, in silence, his silhouette unmoving. What was he doing? Trying to scare her? He already had done that. "Little princess. Little princess of the kingdom. You think you're special?"
One foot came forwards, followed by the other, and the chains rattled with each movement. "I've killed people like you before. I've killed kings. But you know that, don't you? You know the stories, like you've said." His voice lowered, and he stepped forward again, slowly. "Are you going to ask daddy to hang me? Are you trying to scare me?"
As quickly as his voice lowered, it raised again. "You think I care?! I'm in here to rot, and die, and if he hanged me now then it'd be a damn blessin', girl! It'd end all of this before it even began!" He spat again, aiming for the floor at her feet. "What would he say to you being down here? Would he punish you? Would he send you to bed without supper?"
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
Red flooded her face, embarrassed he had turned that against her so easily. Her status meant nothing to him. She couldn't threaten him with death because he was not afraid of it. She had defense and no offence, leaving her speechless for a reason other than fear.
She turned heel, avoid the spot she imagined his disgusting spit to have landed, and walked to the door. Before she left she parted her lips, saying one more thing to the pirate. "There are worse punishments than rotting forever. Pray you don't receive them." She left back to her bedroom them, ignoring the guard and the tears in the corners of her eyes.
When she laid in her bed again she still didn't sleep, running through everything from their conversation. What could happened to a boy to make him so cruel? How did people like that exist and gain so much power? It would be a blessing to never see him again or hear his voice.
But she knew she would go back again.
She turned heel, avoid the spot she imagined his disgusting spit to have landed, and walked to the door. Before she left she parted her lips, saying one more thing to the pirate. "There are worse punishments than rotting forever. Pray you don't receive them." She left back to her bedroom them, ignoring the guard and the tears in the corners of her eyes.
When she laid in her bed again she still didn't sleep, running through everything from their conversation. What could happened to a boy to make him so cruel? How did people like that exist and gain so much power? It would be a blessing to never see him again or hear his voice.
But she knew she would go back again.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
When she left, Levi half-wished that he hadn't treated her so. He had lost the only person he could probably talk to, just like that. But he was a pirate, he didn't need her to be around him at all. He didn't need her company.
The moon continued to shine down on him, continuing to light the cell, but not enough to see by, not properly at least. The smell of the outside air taunted him, asking him to come outside and taste it, to go back to the ocean and to his ship. Where was his ship now? Where was his crew? He had turned them from useless peasants into lethal pirates, he knew that they could survive on their own. A part of him hoped for rescue, but his mind told him they wouldn't do that.
Captain Levi Valentine was going to be left in the dungeon. Alone. Hungry. Dark.
Might as well get some sleep.
He lay on the straw mat and shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable. Alas, even his bed on the ship was more comfortable than this, which you wouldn't have thought. Back on the ship he would consider his bed a luxury compared to this. He eventually found comfort with laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, but he did not fall to sleep right away. He couldn't.
Behind his eyelids was the capture, and he didn't want to relive that again.
The moon continued to shine down on him, continuing to light the cell, but not enough to see by, not properly at least. The smell of the outside air taunted him, asking him to come outside and taste it, to go back to the ocean and to his ship. Where was his ship now? Where was his crew? He had turned them from useless peasants into lethal pirates, he knew that they could survive on their own. A part of him hoped for rescue, but his mind told him they wouldn't do that.
Captain Levi Valentine was going to be left in the dungeon. Alone. Hungry. Dark.
Might as well get some sleep.
He lay on the straw mat and shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable. Alas, even his bed on the ship was more comfortable than this, which you wouldn't have thought. Back on the ship he would consider his bed a luxury compared to this. He eventually found comfort with laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, but he did not fall to sleep right away. He couldn't.
Behind his eyelids was the capture, and he didn't want to relive that again.
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
(I just went ahead and skipped to the next meeting I hope that's okay)
Reading in the darkness strained her eyes, and the light of her candle illuminated only one section of the page. But the story flashed through her mind in vivid imagery, every word added something new to the battle happening in the pages. Avery could see the flags of each ship, hear cannon fire, smell the blood tinged air, and feel the royal navy coat across her shoulders as she imagined it from the heroes point of view.
She folded down one of the pages and closed it, but let the candle stay lit. There was no moonlight this night. Instead clouds wrapped around the stars and moved violently like the sea.
Was he awake like her? The straw he slept on could not be comfortable, and the smell was enough to make someone sick. Not quite the best sleeping conditions. The princess hasn't been in several days. If he had attempted to scare her off the job was thoroughly done, but it didn't stop her thoughts from wandering to her books of pirates and sailing ships.
Quietly and careful not drop wax on the floor Avery slipped out from beneath the covers. The cold stones seeped through the cloth of her nightgown as she crossed stairs until she was in the same place as several nights ago. Now though she couldn't view the bars in front of her.
"Valentine? Are you still awake?"
Reading in the darkness strained her eyes, and the light of her candle illuminated only one section of the page. But the story flashed through her mind in vivid imagery, every word added something new to the battle happening in the pages. Avery could see the flags of each ship, hear cannon fire, smell the blood tinged air, and feel the royal navy coat across her shoulders as she imagined it from the heroes point of view.
She folded down one of the pages and closed it, but let the candle stay lit. There was no moonlight this night. Instead clouds wrapped around the stars and moved violently like the sea.
Was he awake like her? The straw he slept on could not be comfortable, and the smell was enough to make someone sick. Not quite the best sleeping conditions. The princess hasn't been in several days. If he had attempted to scare her off the job was thoroughly done, but it didn't stop her thoughts from wandering to her books of pirates and sailing ships.
Quietly and careful not drop wax on the floor Avery slipped out from beneath the covers. The cold stones seeped through the cloth of her nightgown as she crossed stairs until she was in the same place as several nights ago. Now though she couldn't view the bars in front of her.
"Valentine? Are you still awake?"
Jupiter
Monster Maker
(That's fine. Sorry about not replying yesterday evening, I was very busy with something.)
Over the last few nights, Levi had sat, chained up, staring at the wall. He wasn't silent, oh, no, he was often yelling about something, singing a song that he had learnt on the seas or mumbling to himself in slight insanity. The walls of a cell could do that to someone, especially if the only person who socialises with them is the princess who he liked to terrorise, but hadn't seen since the first night that he had arrived there.
This night was the same as the other nights, he was laying awake, his head rested on his shirt which he had pulled off in a feeble attempt to make a pillow. It was dark again, sadly. The only time it was light enough to see was during the day, and only for a small while as the sun was in the correct position to shine light into the cells. They were a dark place until that time, and when that time came Levi stared up at the sun like it would be his last time seeing it. He wished for some candles, but he knew he would never get them.
Just like he would never get food, either. He'd had the guards taunt him once or twice. Bringing him a meal, and putting it in his cell, but where he could not reach. It was cruel, horrendous even, but Levi did not give them the benefit of trying for something he knew he could not get. They'd set the food out there for a few hours, and then they would take it away. He hadn't had a meal since the day he got to the kingdom.
Levi was staring into the darkness, silent, cold, and hungry, when he heard the light footsteps on the stone, and he sat up. The princess' voice cut through the dark, and he slowly sat up.
"You're back again, princess? The first time not scare you enough?"
Over the last few nights, Levi had sat, chained up, staring at the wall. He wasn't silent, oh, no, he was often yelling about something, singing a song that he had learnt on the seas or mumbling to himself in slight insanity. The walls of a cell could do that to someone, especially if the only person who socialises with them is the princess who he liked to terrorise, but hadn't seen since the first night that he had arrived there.
This night was the same as the other nights, he was laying awake, his head rested on his shirt which he had pulled off in a feeble attempt to make a pillow. It was dark again, sadly. The only time it was light enough to see was during the day, and only for a small while as the sun was in the correct position to shine light into the cells. They were a dark place until that time, and when that time came Levi stared up at the sun like it would be his last time seeing it. He wished for some candles, but he knew he would never get them.
Just like he would never get food, either. He'd had the guards taunt him once or twice. Bringing him a meal, and putting it in his cell, but where he could not reach. It was cruel, horrendous even, but Levi did not give them the benefit of trying for something he knew he could not get. They'd set the food out there for a few hours, and then they would take it away. He hadn't had a meal since the day he got to the kingdom.
Levi was staring into the darkness, silent, cold, and hungry, when he heard the light footsteps on the stone, and he sat up. The princess' voice cut through the dark, and he slowly sat up.
"You're back again, princess? The first time not scare you enough?"
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
(Oh that's fine)
"I didn't come back to be tormented." There was no fear in her voice this time. She had learned her lesson well, that he fed off her fear and showing any would result in the same events as several nights ago. Against all odds she would control her voice and stay in the darkness to prevent her face from being shown. But even with the control she had reigned in over herself her voice didn't reach its normal volume. It remained quiet and soft, something you might strain to here.
She placed her flickering candle on the floor, careful to keep her dress away from the flame, and stood with back straight in the corner of the hall. The smell was horrid in her lungs and somewhere she was sure she hatred a rat. How had he stood being here? "I hear the guards talk about you a lot." Her fingers toyed with the frayed edges oh her books spine. It was odd to talk to him, knowing as much as she did from stories and not-so-quiet conversations, yet he probably knew nothing about her besides her title.
"They say you've gone mad. And that you sing to yourself."
Avery let the statement hang in the air between them, hesitant to say anything more though pages worth of question lingered on her tongue. If she asked him he might give her an answer. Or he could laugh and spit in her face again. If she didn't ask she may implode of curiosity. "What do you sing? Are they pirate songs?"
The questions slipped off her tongue lightly but her words held weight. Would he even tell her about a pirate's life?
"I didn't come back to be tormented." There was no fear in her voice this time. She had learned her lesson well, that he fed off her fear and showing any would result in the same events as several nights ago. Against all odds she would control her voice and stay in the darkness to prevent her face from being shown. But even with the control she had reigned in over herself her voice didn't reach its normal volume. It remained quiet and soft, something you might strain to here.
She placed her flickering candle on the floor, careful to keep her dress away from the flame, and stood with back straight in the corner of the hall. The smell was horrid in her lungs and somewhere she was sure she hatred a rat. How had he stood being here? "I hear the guards talk about you a lot." Her fingers toyed with the frayed edges oh her books spine. It was odd to talk to him, knowing as much as she did from stories and not-so-quiet conversations, yet he probably knew nothing about her besides her title.
"They say you've gone mad. And that you sing to yourself."
Avery let the statement hang in the air between them, hesitant to say anything more though pages worth of question lingered on her tongue. If she asked him he might give her an answer. Or he could laugh and spit in her face again. If she didn't ask she may implode of curiosity. "What do you sing? Are they pirate songs?"
The questions slipped off her tongue lightly but her words held weight. Would he even tell her about a pirate's life?
Jupiter
Monster Maker
Levi looked at the candle, the first light he had seen properly in days, and he moved towards it, trying to get closer to the flame. He got close enough to see her, her face cast in shadow. He wondered, did she even know who she was talking to? What he looked like? Did she know how young Captain Valentine was? He moved as close as the chains would allow him to, and sat uncomfortably on the stone cold floor.
"Everyone goes mad, eventually. You'd go mad if you were locked in here with no meals, if there was no one for you to talk to, no light for you to see by. You'd go insane so easily if you knew what it was like for people who aren't under their daddy's protection..." He wasn't screaming this time. Maybe he wanted someone to talk to who wasn't himself, for once.
"I sing songs that you will never have heard. Songs from places you've never been, and from the seas. It stretches far, and wide, and the songs come and go, but they stay with pirates. I know more songs than I have hairs on my head..." He leaned forwards, raising his eyebrows at her.
Was she not afraid anymore? Did the pirate captain care?
Did he want her to be scared away, anyway?
"What do they call you, princess? Does your name sound royal? Sound important?"
"Everyone goes mad, eventually. You'd go mad if you were locked in here with no meals, if there was no one for you to talk to, no light for you to see by. You'd go insane so easily if you knew what it was like for people who aren't under their daddy's protection..." He wasn't screaming this time. Maybe he wanted someone to talk to who wasn't himself, for once.
"I sing songs that you will never have heard. Songs from places you've never been, and from the seas. It stretches far, and wide, and the songs come and go, but they stay with pirates. I know more songs than I have hairs on my head..." He leaned forwards, raising his eyebrows at her.
Was she not afraid anymore? Did the pirate captain care?
Did he want her to be scared away, anyway?
"What do they call you, princess? Does your name sound royal? Sound important?"
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
She was glad he didn't scream and attempt to scare her this time. It would have made her resolve very difficult to hold onto. And in truth she liked to hear his voice. The men her father introduced her to were polished and spoke with a smooth tone, not deep or high pitched, but not interesting at all. His voice was rougher, as if he spent more time yelling, which she imagined she did, and it was hard not to hear it in her head. Maybe he had made her go mad like him.
There were so many things she wanted to ask. So many hours she could spend talking about what's she read and heard and thought about pirates. Would he teach her a song if she asked or tell her stories about the places he's been? And was it to suspicious to tell the guard to bring him food? Should she do it herself, should she offer him the candle, was it safe, the thoughts went on and on. Hesitantly she placed the candle closer to him and sat on the floor opposite. How funny it must look, a ruthless pirate and a frail princess sitting opposite separated by bars.
"My name is not royal, it is just my name. It's Avery."
There was an awkward pause on her part. She couldn't ask his name, she already knew what it was. "I have never heard a pirate song. I only know the songs my teacher teaches, but they all say the same thing."
"If you would like some food, I could bring some next time. People cannot go long without food."
There were so many things she wanted to ask. So many hours she could spend talking about what's she read and heard and thought about pirates. Would he teach her a song if she asked or tell her stories about the places he's been? And was it to suspicious to tell the guard to bring him food? Should she do it herself, should she offer him the candle, was it safe, the thoughts went on and on. Hesitantly she placed the candle closer to him and sat on the floor opposite. How funny it must look, a ruthless pirate and a frail princess sitting opposite separated by bars.
"My name is not royal, it is just my name. It's Avery."
There was an awkward pause on her part. She couldn't ask his name, she already knew what it was. "I have never heard a pirate song. I only know the songs my teacher teaches, but they all say the same thing."
"If you would like some food, I could bring some next time. People cannot go long without food."
Jupiter
Monster Maker
When the light was moved closer towards him, he tried to reach for it, leaning forwards so that he could take in the candles heat as well as it's light source, but he couldn't, obviously. Bars separated him from that luxury, he had no choice but to see by what he could gather, and that was all. The extra movement that the princess had made, the candle, had made one thing more visible. Him.
They hadn't stripped him of his clothing, thankfully, when they threw him in the dungeons. Of course, he was shirtless, in attempt to make a pillow and make sleep come easier to him, which it didn't. On his chest were tattoos and scars. On his collarbone right collarbone, a sword, on his left, a skull. The scars were from fights, it would appear. Swords cutting deep into his flesh, but no, he wouldn't die from that, now, would he? On his left breast he had a branding. It was just a large 'X', standing out against his tan skin as pale and awful. He had been branded a pirate, caught by someone years ago. But he had escaped then, or he wouldn't be sitting here right now.
His face was in the shadow, but even with the small amount of candle light he could be seen as young, and dark haired. His features not quite decipherable, though, it left that to the imagination. Did he have scars on his face? Did he have a horrible crooked nose? This could not be told quite yet.
His legs were clothed in dark pants, and from it hung a belt, from which usually held tools such as swords or daggers, but now held nothing except beads and empty pouches. His boots came up to his mid calf, dark brown and plain, suitable for running and fighting, suitable for water. Pirates.
"Avery... Princess Avery..." He mumbled, slowly, leaning backwards so his face was more shadowed then before. "Princess suits you much better."
He pushed himself to his feet then, and walked to the end of his cell, or at least as far as the chain would let him go. Would they ever let him out of these chains? Would he ever find a way out? He'd been trying to pull them off, but with no luck.
He stood still and stared at her again. "If you brought me food, you'd be guilty. You would be conspiring against your father. What would he say if he saw you down here now, saw me? Talking to a pirate. Talking to Captain Levi Valentine..." His voice wasn't loud, thankfully, he wasn't yelling. He didn't really have the strength any more, or the desire. "It would be such a shame to see your pretty little face have a bruise from where your father strikes you... Oh... I forgot. He doesn't do it himself, does he? He gets someone else to do it for him? It's un-kinglike to strike a child. That's all you are, a child."
He walked back over to the light again, crouching down in front of it, as far as his chains would let him. He tugged on the metal, but it didn't budge. It never would. "I'll sing you a pirate song, one day, I don't think I'm gonna' get outta here soon, am I? And I can't stop you visiting me? Ain't got a choice..."
They hadn't stripped him of his clothing, thankfully, when they threw him in the dungeons. Of course, he was shirtless, in attempt to make a pillow and make sleep come easier to him, which it didn't. On his chest were tattoos and scars. On his collarbone right collarbone, a sword, on his left, a skull. The scars were from fights, it would appear. Swords cutting deep into his flesh, but no, he wouldn't die from that, now, would he? On his left breast he had a branding. It was just a large 'X', standing out against his tan skin as pale and awful. He had been branded a pirate, caught by someone years ago. But he had escaped then, or he wouldn't be sitting here right now.
His face was in the shadow, but even with the small amount of candle light he could be seen as young, and dark haired. His features not quite decipherable, though, it left that to the imagination. Did he have scars on his face? Did he have a horrible crooked nose? This could not be told quite yet.
His legs were clothed in dark pants, and from it hung a belt, from which usually held tools such as swords or daggers, but now held nothing except beads and empty pouches. His boots came up to his mid calf, dark brown and plain, suitable for running and fighting, suitable for water. Pirates.
"Avery... Princess Avery..." He mumbled, slowly, leaning backwards so his face was more shadowed then before. "Princess suits you much better."
He pushed himself to his feet then, and walked to the end of his cell, or at least as far as the chain would let him go. Would they ever let him out of these chains? Would he ever find a way out? He'd been trying to pull them off, but with no luck.
He stood still and stared at her again. "If you brought me food, you'd be guilty. You would be conspiring against your father. What would he say if he saw you down here now, saw me? Talking to a pirate. Talking to Captain Levi Valentine..." His voice wasn't loud, thankfully, he wasn't yelling. He didn't really have the strength any more, or the desire. "It would be such a shame to see your pretty little face have a bruise from where your father strikes you... Oh... I forgot. He doesn't do it himself, does he? He gets someone else to do it for him? It's un-kinglike to strike a child. That's all you are, a child."
He walked back over to the light again, crouching down in front of it, as far as his chains would let him. He tugged on the metal, but it didn't budge. It never would. "I'll sing you a pirate song, one day, I don't think I'm gonna' get outta here soon, am I? And I can't stop you visiting me? Ain't got a choice..."
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
Avery almost didn't hear his words. Her eyes bore into the tattoos on his collarbone, dropping lower to the branding on his breast. The light barely showed the worst of the scars and no doubt he had more on his back. For the first time she also saw his face, or the outline of it. His hair was dark and messy from the days he spent in the dungeon face relatively young looking though no distinct features could be seen. He was not much older than her. Someone nearly her age had gone through ten times the amount of pain she will go through in her whole life.
Her own skin was smooth and unmarked, body cloaked in a thin white gown that flowed like water down to her ankles, hair loose and wavy around her shoulders. It may be fair to show her face, as he had not deliberately shown part of his. But what would it matter, he most likely had no desire to see her face, for what good would it serve him?
As he moved her eyes followed, looking up at him when he stood. The words held a similar tease as the night before but now with less yelling. Somehow that made her feel worse. "Then I will make sure not to get caught. The only people who know I come down here is the guard outside, and he cares more for my money. No one would miss an apple or a slice of bread."
The princesses voice was a whisper compared to his. Her father always said she was too kind to be a queen. She would want to please everyone, would be unable to decide on punishments or acts of war. But much like her mother she thought no person deserved torture or cruelty. Unfortunately most of the population did not feel the same. She stood then, taking the candle with her and holding it face level until the weak flame illuminated only one half of her face.
She had stark blue eyes framed by golden lashes. Pink lips that her chamber maid would paint each morning and rosy cheeks that were regularly kept powdered. A wave of golden brown hair fell to the middle of her back. The rounded shape of her cheeks and chin gave her a much younger appearance than she would have like at age 21, but she had no desire for the hunger dipped cheeks the duke's wives always had.
"If you do not wish for me to come that I must say I am sorry. Curiosity seems to be my fatal flaw and these visits will not stop simply because you decide to retain a rude demeanor. All I've ever done is read stories, I've only ever left the castle to visit another with walls just as high. Do not think my curiosity of you ceases because you call me a child and talk or punishment."
Her own skin was smooth and unmarked, body cloaked in a thin white gown that flowed like water down to her ankles, hair loose and wavy around her shoulders. It may be fair to show her face, as he had not deliberately shown part of his. But what would it matter, he most likely had no desire to see her face, for what good would it serve him?
As he moved her eyes followed, looking up at him when he stood. The words held a similar tease as the night before but now with less yelling. Somehow that made her feel worse. "Then I will make sure not to get caught. The only people who know I come down here is the guard outside, and he cares more for my money. No one would miss an apple or a slice of bread."
The princesses voice was a whisper compared to his. Her father always said she was too kind to be a queen. She would want to please everyone, would be unable to decide on punishments or acts of war. But much like her mother she thought no person deserved torture or cruelty. Unfortunately most of the population did not feel the same. She stood then, taking the candle with her and holding it face level until the weak flame illuminated only one half of her face.
She had stark blue eyes framed by golden lashes. Pink lips that her chamber maid would paint each morning and rosy cheeks that were regularly kept powdered. A wave of golden brown hair fell to the middle of her back. The rounded shape of her cheeks and chin gave her a much younger appearance than she would have like at age 21, but she had no desire for the hunger dipped cheeks the duke's wives always had.
"If you do not wish for me to come that I must say I am sorry. Curiosity seems to be my fatal flaw and these visits will not stop simply because you decide to retain a rude demeanor. All I've ever done is read stories, I've only ever left the castle to visit another with walls just as high. Do not think my curiosity of you ceases because you call me a child and talk or punishment."
Jupiter
Monster Maker
Levi looked at her, watching her as she rose to her feet and lifted the candle to her face. From the side that he could see, he studied intensely, his eyes moving over her face and taking each section of it in, remembering it, learning it. He had nothing better to do, did he? Much like her, the thought of showing his face deliberately rather than by accident crossed his mind, and had he had the choice he would have taken the candle and held it up to his own face, show her who people were afraid of, but not why. But he couldn't reach the candle, and she wouldn't see his face properly unless she moved closer to the bars.
But what sane girl would move closer to the pirate captain who slaughtered innocent people, who stole and butchered and beat? But, then, what sane girl would be down in the dungeons with him in the first place?
"You've missed a world of beauty." He whispered to her, when she finished talking. "You've missed lands and seas and skies so heavenly it makes even the most brutal men take a moment to wonder what it is they're seeing." His whisper was an attempt to bring her closer, to make her hear him better but to also see his face.
Eyes darker than the midnight sky, hair as black as coal. His skin was tan and not as flawless as the men of high standing, his hands rough from years of work. Valentine's most distinctive feature, however, was his jaw. It was as sharp as a knife, if not sharper, and it gave his face a cold and hard look. Fearsome, some would say. When he smiled it could light up a kingdom, but when the anger flashed across his eyes it would be enough to stop you dead.
"I've never found the appeal of a castle with high walls. You block the world out, stop yourself from seeing what there is to see. And you can never move. Once a castle is made, you stay there for generations to come. It ain't the same with us. Ships... Sailing along the water, from land to land, I've seen everything. Your castle is your home, the ocean is mine."
He said nothing about the food, not wanting to appear eager. How pathetic would he be if he had to beg for a girl to bring him food?
But what sane girl would move closer to the pirate captain who slaughtered innocent people, who stole and butchered and beat? But, then, what sane girl would be down in the dungeons with him in the first place?
"You've missed a world of beauty." He whispered to her, when she finished talking. "You've missed lands and seas and skies so heavenly it makes even the most brutal men take a moment to wonder what it is they're seeing." His whisper was an attempt to bring her closer, to make her hear him better but to also see his face.
Eyes darker than the midnight sky, hair as black as coal. His skin was tan and not as flawless as the men of high standing, his hands rough from years of work. Valentine's most distinctive feature, however, was his jaw. It was as sharp as a knife, if not sharper, and it gave his face a cold and hard look. Fearsome, some would say. When he smiled it could light up a kingdom, but when the anger flashed across his eyes it would be enough to stop you dead.
"I've never found the appeal of a castle with high walls. You block the world out, stop yourself from seeing what there is to see. And you can never move. Once a castle is made, you stay there for generations to come. It ain't the same with us. Ships... Sailing along the water, from land to land, I've seen everything. Your castle is your home, the ocean is mine."
He said nothing about the food, not wanting to appear eager. How pathetic would he be if he had to beg for a girl to bring him food?
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
She stretched her arm out further, the light moving from her face to directly in between them. Neither was illuminated, but she couldn't move her feet either. With him bring as close as the chains allowed there was still quite a distance between them. I must be insane, Avery concluded as she shuffled a few paces forwards, until just barely she could make out the distinct line of one side of his face. How much further did she have to go until she could see him fully?
And when did seeing his face become an objective?
"My mother tells me it's too dangerous. Too many sicknesses to catch and too many ways to die." She presses the light closer slightly, a twinkle in her eyes as she says the next part. "Too many pirates. As the only heir it would be a shame for me to die without marrying for having a child."
as she speaks her feet move only slightly closer, body unknowingly leaning towards the bars to hear his whispers. "Maybe when I'm old and useless I'll be allowed to travel. I can visit the ocean you call your home so fondly. Then I won't have to imagine the words in my books." By this time she could feel the cold coming off the rusted metal bars. All she needed to do was move a hand between the bars and she would see him.
But she remained frozen in place. Were his arms long enough to reach her if she stood here? Would he want to reach and take the candle from here? Offering him it would be a bad idea no doubt, but she made no move to bring the flame back by her side.
And when did seeing his face become an objective?
"My mother tells me it's too dangerous. Too many sicknesses to catch and too many ways to die." She presses the light closer slightly, a twinkle in her eyes as she says the next part. "Too many pirates. As the only heir it would be a shame for me to die without marrying for having a child."
as she speaks her feet move only slightly closer, body unknowingly leaning towards the bars to hear his whispers. "Maybe when I'm old and useless I'll be allowed to travel. I can visit the ocean you call your home so fondly. Then I won't have to imagine the words in my books." By this time she could feel the cold coming off the rusted metal bars. All she needed to do was move a hand between the bars and she would see him.
But she remained frozen in place. Were his arms long enough to reach her if she stood here? Would he want to reach and take the candle from here? Offering him it would be a bad idea no doubt, but she made no move to bring the flame back by her side.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
As the candle came closer and closer, Levi turned and stood so that he was staring directly at her, looking into her blue eyes with his own dark ones. "And what if something were to happen between now and then? Before you became useless and frail, what if you were to die suddenly? What if you were killed? You'd never taste the ocean air, or see the sun rise over the water. You wouldn't see the flowers of foreign lands, or hear the birds songs. You'd have lived and died in a castle that you only sought escape from..."
He crouched down, and then sat, finding that he could move closer to the bars if he didn't strain the chain by standing, so he shuffled closer, but he was still too far away to reach for the candle if it was offered. They had made sure that he couldn't reach the bar by any circumstance, it was too risky. He couldn't even come close to escaping, because if he did, he would slaughter every last person in this castle before they even know he had moved from his cell.
"Sicknesses... Death... Violence... Pirates. Your mother is wise, but she's foolish. You can't live your life trapped inside a four walled cell, that's all it is, your castle. A luxurious cell. It ain't no way to live... But there ain't no use for women on the seas, 'sept for fucking." He grinned widely. "They'd have you up like a treat if they catch ya'." Some of the words sounded foreign to his mouth, some of the grammar was wrong. English was not his first language.
He crouched down, and then sat, finding that he could move closer to the bars if he didn't strain the chain by standing, so he shuffled closer, but he was still too far away to reach for the candle if it was offered. They had made sure that he couldn't reach the bar by any circumstance, it was too risky. He couldn't even come close to escaping, because if he did, he would slaughter every last person in this castle before they even know he had moved from his cell.
"Sicknesses... Death... Violence... Pirates. Your mother is wise, but she's foolish. You can't live your life trapped inside a four walled cell, that's all it is, your castle. A luxurious cell. It ain't no way to live... But there ain't no use for women on the seas, 'sept for fucking." He grinned widely. "They'd have you up like a treat if they catch ya'." Some of the words sounded foreign to his mouth, some of the grammar was wrong. English was not his first language.
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
She made no move to sit on floor like him. instead she simply watched him only slightly forward, stretching the chains yet again. Disgust at his crass words wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes. She had never been talked to that way before. Never heard such awful words. All pirates must talk so crudely, otherwise they would not be taken seriously she figured.
"Woman are meant for more than such...vile beliefs. You came from a woman. A woman went through pain to bring into the world." She looked him up and down in the darkness. "How upset she must be at having done the world so wrong."
There was an almost complete turn around in Avery's tone. Before she sounded questionable and a bit timid. Now though she spoke coldly to the man sitting on the floor. Her blue eyes seemed clear as glass from the way she looked down on him, appearing as haughty as the royalty she comes from. "I'd sooner die without seeing the world than let a pirate touch me in such a way."
"Woman are meant for more than such...vile beliefs. You came from a woman. A woman went through pain to bring into the world." She looked him up and down in the darkness. "How upset she must be at having done the world so wrong."
There was an almost complete turn around in Avery's tone. Before she sounded questionable and a bit timid. Now though she spoke coldly to the man sitting on the floor. Her blue eyes seemed clear as glass from the way she looked down on him, appearing as haughty as the royalty she comes from. "I'd sooner die without seeing the world than let a pirate touch me in such a way."
Jupiter
Monster Maker
The pirate laughed, and shook his head. "A girl is weak, fragile, scared. They have no use but for us men, to bring new life into the world or to enjoy their bodies in crafty little ways." He laughed and leaned backwards. "My mother was a whore. All she was useful for was a good one, and my father knew that... She was a hostage, on a ship, but no men could resist her ways, she knew it and so did they."
"My father was the only one lucky enough to have her, and look what came out of it. Captain Levi Valentine. People shake in their boots just hearing the name, girl. If I hadn't killed my mother she would have been proud to hear that." He grinned widely, but did not expand on what he meant. Killed his mother? How? Had he done it on purpose, with a knife of a sword?
Would she ask?
"You're tricking yourself into believin' you're worth more. How many women make it in this world? What jobs are there for women if not whores and maids? All you do is clean mess or make it, cook and tend to the needs of men." He let out a sigh and leaned forwards once again. "The sooner that you accept that you'll never be taken seriously in this mans world, the sooner you'll find comfort in a mans bed."
Vile. Pirates were vile creatures, their tongues were dirt and their minds were filth. They were never surrounded with women when they were at sea, they were never given that influence. They were taught from their fathers, and their fathers before them, that women were for their usage. The sirens at sea, that were myths in the eyes of others but not to pirates, taught them that a woman's song was dangerous, lethal. Temptresses.
"My father was the only one lucky enough to have her, and look what came out of it. Captain Levi Valentine. People shake in their boots just hearing the name, girl. If I hadn't killed my mother she would have been proud to hear that." He grinned widely, but did not expand on what he meant. Killed his mother? How? Had he done it on purpose, with a knife of a sword?
Would she ask?
"You're tricking yourself into believin' you're worth more. How many women make it in this world? What jobs are there for women if not whores and maids? All you do is clean mess or make it, cook and tend to the needs of men." He let out a sigh and leaned forwards once again. "The sooner that you accept that you'll never be taken seriously in this mans world, the sooner you'll find comfort in a mans bed."
Vile. Pirates were vile creatures, their tongues were dirt and their minds were filth. They were never surrounded with women when they were at sea, they were never given that influence. They were taught from their fathers, and their fathers before them, that women were for their usage. The sirens at sea, that were myths in the eyes of others but not to pirates, taught them that a woman's song was dangerous, lethal. Temptresses.
Miss Fit
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
Her blood was cold but there was still heat warming her face from the anger she felt from hearing his words. Would he do this every time she came to visit? Make rude remarks, anger and embarrass her, while at the same time making her head swim with questions. It was infuriating trying to have a conversation and even harder to bite her tongue from the remarks she wishes to make. But a princess may not say such things, oh no, a princess must be dignified against scum like pirates.
All at once while he talked her body moved away. The candle moved back to her side and she took several steps back, as if her whole self was closing off to him, losing its warmth. Her face could not hide her disgust and disapproval. She hoped the light stretched far enough for him to see the emotions in her eyes.
"A princess does not clean or cook or tend to a man. I live to become queen. So while in your life woman are nothing more than toys for your fun, in my world woman lead countries. My spot will never be in a man's bed, instead it is a mans spot to be in my bed." She flicked some hair behind her shoulder, chin raised in defiance.
Avery grit her teeth in an attempt to keep her voice level. "And if you so desperately want to starve and go mad alone in this cell for the rest of your life, you need only ask. I'd be more than happy to oblige." Sarcasm laced her voice, a tone she rarely got to use.
He could forget about her company. About offering food or light to him. Instead his permanent stay could be cold and occupied only by guards and rats.
All at once while he talked her body moved away. The candle moved back to her side and she took several steps back, as if her whole self was closing off to him, losing its warmth. Her face could not hide her disgust and disapproval. She hoped the light stretched far enough for him to see the emotions in her eyes.
"A princess does not clean or cook or tend to a man. I live to become queen. So while in your life woman are nothing more than toys for your fun, in my world woman lead countries. My spot will never be in a man's bed, instead it is a mans spot to be in my bed." She flicked some hair behind her shoulder, chin raised in defiance.
Avery grit her teeth in an attempt to keep her voice level. "And if you so desperately want to starve and go mad alone in this cell for the rest of your life, you need only ask. I'd be more than happy to oblige." Sarcasm laced her voice, a tone she rarely got to use.
He could forget about her company. About offering food or light to him. Instead his permanent stay could be cold and occupied only by guards and rats.
Jupiter
Monster Maker
"Women don't lead countries, girl." He laughed and then shook his head. "Will your husband ever allow you to lead his armies, to fight his battles? Your job is to give him a male heir that carries the name of the family, that grows up and fights battles and at the end of the day crawls into his bed with a woman for comfort." He shook his head. "You'll never pick up a sword, or see violence. You'll never taste blood, or death." He leaned back and slowly rose to his feet, walking backwards so that he was by his bed again, and he sat down again.
What was it that had made this pirate so... Harsh? Why didn't he want her company? Was it simply because he was too stubborn to accept comfort in his last days, however long he had left? Was he just too determined to remain strong, rather than resort to talking to a princess, the very person that he despised? Royals?
"I won't ask you for anything, ever. I won't come to you for favours, or for hope, or comfort. You're nothing to me, just a stupid girl who keeps asking questions and then not liking the answers that she is given." He spat on the floor, but then leaned backwards, tilting his head up and looking at the high barred window so that he could gaze at the moon. A companion, always there. Levi could find comfort in the moon more than he could find the comfort in others.
"Tot ești este o fată stupid. A princess. Temptress." He hissed at her. "For all I know you could be an imagining, a hallucination. I'm mad, after all, ain't I? Nebun."
What was it that had made this pirate so... Harsh? Why didn't he want her company? Was it simply because he was too stubborn to accept comfort in his last days, however long he had left? Was he just too determined to remain strong, rather than resort to talking to a princess, the very person that he despised? Royals?
"I won't ask you for anything, ever. I won't come to you for favours, or for hope, or comfort. You're nothing to me, just a stupid girl who keeps asking questions and then not liking the answers that she is given." He spat on the floor, but then leaned backwards, tilting his head up and looking at the high barred window so that he could gaze at the moon. A companion, always there. Levi could find comfort in the moon more than he could find the comfort in others.
"Tot ești este o fată stupid. A princess. Temptress." He hissed at her. "For all I know you could be an imagining, a hallucination. I'm mad, after all, ain't I? Nebun."
