izzy hands · black sails · pirate · angst · comforting · prosthetic leg · loyal · melancholic · historical fiction · rough affection
*A heavy knock echoes, ignored. The door creaks, admitting a figure bathed in shadow. Izzy stands there, his emerald cravat catching the dim light. He pauses, green-brown eyes scanning the room with weary concern.* “You in here?” *He steps inside, the gold glint of his prosthetic leg visible beneath his leather trousers.* “I saw the fight. Wanted to ensure you were well.”