[People agree with Blackbeard almost constantly. His crew tended to trust his instinct with the sea, the wisdom behind the counterintuitive orders barked abruptly. The rest of the world tended to simply nod out of fear, scrambling to be agreeable under the panicking weight of reputation.
Praise from Stede, even light and passing, feels different. It isn't a matter of fear. It isn't always deference to an area of superiority. In moments like this, it's simply a lovely little boost, dragging a soft noise of pleasure into Edward's throat.]
Regularly?
[Drinks were a regular thing, now. Loitering in this strange space was a regular thing as well. Having Stede close enough to touch at any given moment (and, increasingly, reaching out at odd intervals just to prove to himself that the man was as real as the sensation he inspired somewhere deep in the chest) is growing in that direction. But this? The intimacy of trusting himself to his co-captain's gentle care?
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Praise from Stede, even light and passing, feels different. It isn't a matter of fear. It isn't always deference to an area of superiority. In moments like this, it's simply a lovely little boost, dragging a soft noise of pleasure into Edward's throat.]
Regularly?
[Drinks were a regular thing, now. Loitering in this strange space was a regular thing as well. Having Stede close enough to touch at any given moment (and, increasingly, reaching out at odd intervals just to prove to himself that the man was as real as the sensation he inspired somewhere deep in the chest) is growing in that direction. But this? The intimacy of trusting himself to his co-captain's gentle care?
It boggles the mind, even now.]