[There's still a faint level of awe to the simple realizations; the casual mention that something is silk, pure silver, purchased from some far-flung land. There's no shaking his head while Stede is fussing at his hair, but there's a bemused furrowing of the brow as Edward studies himself in the mirror.]
We've almost always used unwound rope. Bits of twine and that.
[But then, he and his crew had always intended to style his beard for maximum effect in the midst of high fuckery. The strands could be twisted into strange, otherworldly shapes. Bits and pieces that glittered or sparked could be tied securely into place. The brand was rough and ready around the edges, certainly not delicate and luxurious.
For the next little while, all the same, there's no one to bend under Blackbeard's foot. There's just Stede and Edward, sorting through the rubble.
He shifts the looking glass slightly, contemplating the man standing behind him, before settling into the work of carefully picking knots from his beard.]
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[There's still a faint level of awe to the simple realizations; the casual mention that something is silk, pure silver, purchased from some far-flung land. There's no shaking his head while Stede is fussing at his hair, but there's a bemused furrowing of the brow as Edward studies himself in the mirror.]
We've almost always used unwound rope. Bits of twine and that.
[But then, he and his crew had always intended to style his beard for maximum effect in the midst of high fuckery. The strands could be twisted into strange, otherworldly shapes. Bits and pieces that glittered or sparked could be tied securely into place. The brand was rough and ready around the edges, certainly not delicate and luxurious.
For the next little while, all the same, there's no one to bend under Blackbeard's foot. There's just Stede and Edward, sorting through the rubble.
He shifts the looking glass slightly, contemplating the man standing behind him, before settling into the work of carefully picking knots from his beard.]