Tim is friends with plenty of people I don't have a very high opinion of, and I've managed to keep it together. If he can't do the same, we're in worse shape than I thought.
It doesn't. Think he'd ever want to watch?
[he's on the move. shanks can probably feel the angry, steely blue of his temper inching closer.]
( despite currently being in of one of the most stable relationships in saltburnt (somehow), shanks is, frankly, the last person who should be giving relationship advice — so while he thinks to say you've figured it out before, you'll do it again ... he is not emotionally equipped to have that conversation.
and, a conversation isn't what hawk asked him for, anyway. )
He does love a show. Do you want to wait and ask him yourself?
( as shanks nears his tent, that steely blue clouds his senses for a brief moment, like the dark swell of an incoming tsunami, a storm headed directly for shore. hawk needs somewhere safe to make landfall, to rage without consequence, and shanks intends to give him that. he's a pirate, after all — he's meant to weather storms. )
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( rhetorical, because he can feel the anger emanating from hawk like fresh rope burn flaring under his skin. )
You know I'd never turn down a drink.
Lucky for you, I've got a bottle of cognac with your name on it.
( acquired under less than reputable circumstance. yes, he stole it from giles. )
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[he probably feels it better than anyone else here except for tim, on the receiving end.]
My kinda man. Where are you? I'll head over.
Your wife is apparently a fan, by the way.
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But I can only imagine that puts you at greater odds with Tim.
Set's favor isn't something he holds in very high regard.
( or any regard. )
I'll meet you at our tent.
And I don't expect Set will be back for some time, if that worries you.
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It doesn't. Think he'd ever want to watch?
[he's on the move. shanks can probably feel the angry, steely blue of his temper inching closer.]
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and, a conversation isn't what hawk asked him for, anyway. )
He does love a show.
Do you want to wait and ask him yourself?
( as shanks nears his tent, that steely blue clouds his senses for a brief moment, like the dark swell of an incoming tsunami, a storm headed directly for shore. hawk needs somewhere safe to make landfall, to rage without consequence, and shanks intends to give him that. he's a pirate, after all — he's meant to weather storms. )