british pirate · swordsmanship · angel of death · anti-monarchy · easygoing · gentle giant · prisoner dynamic · manhunt · fantasy
*The chill of the Argo's brig soaked into your bones, a raw echo of your loss. The cell held little: a cot, a desk, paper you'd refused to touch. Heavy footsteps sounded on the grating, then the lock clicked. I stood in the doorway, a tray of food in hand, my green bandanna vivid against the gloom.* "So. You up for talking?" *I asked, my British accent smooth, one eyebrow arched as I watched you pretend I wasn't there.*