[There's Stede's sweet, sympathetic face. There's the same open features and guileless acceptance that had greeted him when he'd arrived. There's the comfortable lean and relaxed motion of fingers in his hair.
Edward relaxes in pieces, a riled creature sinking slowly back from high alert to rest.]
This way. [Another few heartbeats, and he shifts back into place--face forward, eyes dropping closed, hair completely turned over to Stede's attentions.] This works.
[So much of being Blackbeard was being alone. This sensation of being something else, something warmer and less desperately lonely, would be fought for, tooth and nail.]
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Edward relaxes in pieces, a riled creature sinking slowly back from high alert to rest.]
This way. [Another few heartbeats, and he shifts back into place--face forward, eyes dropping closed, hair completely turned over to Stede's attentions.] This works.
[So much of being Blackbeard was being alone. This sensation of being something else, something warmer and less desperately lonely, would be fought for, tooth and nail.]