Its because when his hair is floppy it obscures his angry forehead and makes him look soft, and the stubtail he has going on is an excellent handling technique for when he is being stupid. Like grabbing a cat by the scruff, you just gotta haul him around by his most convenient handle !
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“Oh that’s what all the closeness was about,” Theodore had wondered – and it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been intimidated before, it was just generally speaking there was cause for it. As far as he was concerned he hadn’t done anything to warrant the need to threaten him – he was, after all, quite devoted to Captain Flint and his cause, so it wasn’t like he was going anywhere.
“I am so sorry,” He sounded genuinely contrite too, because he did know how important a man’s reputation was, especially when said man was notorious as his captain, “I completely missed it, but I’ll be sure to appear properly cowed if you need me to. I was going to do what you said either way, really.”
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The laugh had been nice – and any other day, any other moment – Thomas would have committed it to memory, and made note to headbutt his lieutenant more often, until the edge of nerves that hinged along the edges of the sound fell away. As it was, his own nerves kept him from doing anything more than seeking the tactile comfort he needed, and praying it would not be asking too much of his reserved and circumspect friend.
He could feel the discomfort radiating off James, and he had enough grace in him that he might have risen, apology falling listlessly from his lips – but as it was, a hand rose and settled on his back, and in an instant any shame that might have pulled him away from the warmth and comfort of his lieutenant was completely dashed.
Pressing his face into the crook of the man’s neck, resting where the curve of his shoulder rose, Thomas was grateful for the cravat that barred the heat of his sigh, for it was not his intention to seek anything here but an embrace. A sense of comfort and security as the world swayed beneath his feet.
“I will be,” He assured after a moment, “I just need some time to remember how to breathe on my own.” His own hand came up then, resting flat against the stiff fabric of the other man’s coat and shifting just a bit, as if to cling on to him but possessing just enough wit not to. “I trust – you won’t mind helping me, until I do?”
It wasn’t often he asked permission for small changes in their routine – but this was not small – and he knew it. Even if James didn’t fully understand, it was momentous enough it required some – form or shape of consent before Thomas allowed himself to succumb entirely to the upsetting emotions rotting within him.
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“You’re only saying that because I give phenomenal head,” Thomas responded lazily, knowing full well James meant it wholeheartedly, and simply wishing to make him blush – or bluster, really, either would be plenty adorable.
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“So have him replaced.” Thomas responded idly enough, “There are other crew favorites are there not? Certainly more capable sailors among them – surely he is likable, but that hardly qualifies him for the role. I’m sure with the right words in the right ears you could have him deposed in a week or so if you were truly adamant about it.”
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Abigail supposed in some ways, the nerves that Mister McGraw could exhibit were quite charming, especially when one considered precisely what he was capable of. She wondered idly if perhaps he had forgotten the core bond between them, how deeply ensnared it was in his fate and that of Mister Hamilton’s, but in the end she supposed it didn’t matter. So long as he allowed his fear to cage him like this, there would be no hope for happy endings.
“You’re Captain Flint – or have you forgotten that part of yourself, holed up here all alone with your fear and your sadness for so long?” Rising to her feet, Abigail paced the small confines of the earthbare kitchen floor, agitation in the flick of her wrist through the air, cutting across all interruption as her other hand found purchase at her hip while she strode along, expounding on her point.
For good or for ill, surrender was not a look that suited this man and she was quite through with bearing witness to it. “It’s been nearly a decade or more – certainly I cannot account for feelings held so dear, let alone the sort which have accumulated the grief and guilt that these carry – but has it not occurred to you in your isolation that maybe the reason he doesn’t come is because he doesn’t know how? Think of it from his perspective for a moment!”
She turned, finally facing him, “While you were out here fighting and waging war on account of his memory, he was toiling day and night, surviving on the hope that you and his wife were happy. But you’re not – you weren’t then and you certainly aren’t now – and the man you became isn’t the one he remembers, anymore than he is the man who you loved all those years ago! Did it ever occur to you that maybe he is just as frightened as you are, and as long as you hide away in this house, pushing him away because he ran from the enormity of it all, neither one of you will ever get to stop being afraid?”
She caught herself then, realizing she had no place in this business and looked away. “You never once struck me as a man who would run from his problems. When I met you, not even the entire force of England could hold you back. Fear was the last thing in this world that could cripple you – to see it doing so now? It’s actually quite horrible.” And was it any wonder that people were worried, because of it?
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“Mister Jack,” Abigail’s smile was as warm as it was nervous, “I am beginning to wonder if the real reason you’re called Jack has nothing at all to do with your parents and everything to do with how many trades you know!”
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“You can’t say that shit outloud Jack. This is why the other ones get so pissed off at you – they know. You pick favorites, and they know, and it causes dissention in the ranks. This is how people end up with rats in their stew.”
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Shooken? Charles glanced over, attempting to discern if Jack was drunk or just taking the piss as per usual. “You reach the point you’re just making shit up now?”
“Poodles are horrendous animals and this is a horrifying implication. This is me. Horrified. I wear this wig because I have to – because I pay to look this ridiculous as part of my fee for being annoyingly well off. Which is worse by far than being cursed to look this hideous naturally.”
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