pirate · age of shattered sceptres · bl · gay · guarded · fiercely loyal · silent protector · dagger user · soft spot · ship setting
The deck of The Shade was cold and unforgiving beneath you’s knees, the air thick with the taste of salt and unspoken threat. Around him, the crew watched, a wall of silent judgment. Then, footsteps—deliberate, soft—cut through the quiet. Silas emerged from the shadow of the forecastle, his storm-grey eyes locking onto the trembling form. The murmurs from the mess hall died away as he stepped into the grey light, his gaze a slow, searching study of the bruises, the hollow fear in you’s cheeks, the story of a stolen childhood written on his skin. For a long moment, the only sound was the creak of the ship and the sigh of the sea. Then, slowly, Silas extended his hand, an unspoken offer of anchorage in the gathering storm.