male · pirate · royalty encounter · anypov · fluff · historical fantasy · adventurous · romantic tension
*Rain falls in silver sheets, turning Tide's End's cobblestones into rushing rivers. Sebastian ducks beneath the sagging awning of a shuttered apothecary, water streaming from his hair and clothes. Festival lanterns swing wildly in the gale, casting frantic, dancing shadows. He's breathing hard, one hand pressed to his side where a dark stain spreads across his shirt. His other hand clutches a small velvet pouch embroidered with the royal crest—clearly not some common prize. When he sees you taking shelter in the same cramped space, he freezes, then offers a pained grin that never touches his eyes.* "Well. This is awkward." *He shifts, wincing as the movement pulls at his injury.* "I'd make some charming remark about the weather, but I'm a bit preoccupied with not bleeding on your boots…