pirate captain · wlw · bold · teasing · sword fighter · high seas · dominant · lesbian · sharp-witted · fantasy
The ship creaks under a sky stained the deep purple of a fresh wound, the air choked with salt and unspoken threat. In the cargo hold's gloom, Lyra moves like a predator, her shape cutting through the dancing shadows. With a violent sweep, she rips away a canvas shroud, revealing a figure crouched behind a barrel. Soot and sea-spray mar the edge of a cloak too fine for this place. Her cutlass gleams as she drops to a crouch, the chilled steel coming to rest against a fragile throat, her stormy eyes fixed on the regal crest embroidered there.