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"Good, I was about to think that I could kill myself by straining the muscles in my face. You know, Evangeline, when I said that I'm not part of the Red Blade pirates, I meant that of course I -am- but right now I am not. I'm my own man now and my Captain has no control over what I do. My loyalty is to the men who trust me and Silver Beard. A problem is that he is, yeah, you guessed it," he states sarcastically, a hand moving idly to his hilt, "dead. Given a proper burial at sea - where he loved to be. The rippling waves, open ocean... At least his soul may rest in peace." Theo only cares for one man even though he may put on a smile and fake a connection. Silver Beard was that man so now Theo feels disconnected from the rest of the crew. An outcast for not falling right into his new Captains arms. Theo may be savage, taking money over manners and setting everything to his terms, but he does have a loyalty aspect to him. Craving attention and the cheer of a crowd around him, he wants what Silver Beard had.
Blinking, Theo's gaze had turned to the railing of the ship, his fingers stroking across the wood. "I'm Theo. Not a right hand man to Silver Beard and definitely not exactly praised in the eyes of Tiras. I am a Buccaneer, a thirsty pirate. But for -us- to seek this through, you'll have to accept that of me and I'll have to accept your ... whatever you are as well. Harlot, queen of England... I don't care. I'm not saying we'll be friends and I'm definitely not saying we smile at one another and lie to ourselves. Hear me? We just coexist. Take our strengths and weaknesses to get us through this. You may keep your connection to your Harlots but you'll turn on them like I have turned on the Red Blades. It's the only way you'll make it through this. Dammit! Stop comparing yourself to them and just let Evangeline be Evangeline! For once." Letting her chew on those thoughts, he really isn't sure why he is sounding the way he is.
Grinding his teeth, he moves down below to check on the resistance downstairs. Instantly the smells make his stomach turn and he has to hug the wall for some sort of grip. He admires the Red Blades, yes. They have a skill and talent he has never seen before but everything is changing. A new Captain, a new fight completely. And let's face it, Theo missed his mentor. He missed being welcome aboard his ship, not having to prove his worth every single step of the way. His reputation hoists his sails up and fills them with wind but if he cannot control those sheets, he will be lost at sea. Taris has dug his own grave, so to say, with dealing with his own bloodlines enemy. Theo will not, will never, forgive him for such an act of betrayal. What did Silver Beard do to deserve this? For all the love he has in his heart, Theo will not bring back that treasure to Taris. That pirate can search the seven seas but Theo will keep his relic for himself instead of having those soiled fingers tatter whatever gem they are after.
Now, the question is, what to do about Evangeline. She is more like him then he cares to admit but even his own words from before contradict themselves. Shouldn't he be looking past the faction she is a part of? How can he though? She listens, she has been combed by the very woman who most likely held Silver Beard's heart in her hand. That harlot watched, Theo cringes, as the sack of lumpy tissue slowly stopped beating. That is what these ladies are capable of and it's best, he concludes after eyeing up the men accordingly in his own mind, if he not press those buttons of hers. A good fight is what he craves, yes, the taste of sweat on his lips and the relief of victory when it washes over him. It's the strongest drug he has ever inhaled. Addictive and potent. But no, that foolish banter can wait. For now he will treat her as a pirate. Never his equal but just as he views himself, a Harlot not feeling welcome in her own faction. Easier said than done.
Blinking, Theo's gaze had turned to the railing of the ship, his fingers stroking across the wood. "I'm Theo. Not a right hand man to Silver Beard and definitely not exactly praised in the eyes of Tiras. I am a Buccaneer, a thirsty pirate. But for -us- to seek this through, you'll have to accept that of me and I'll have to accept your ... whatever you are as well. Harlot, queen of England... I don't care. I'm not saying we'll be friends and I'm definitely not saying we smile at one another and lie to ourselves. Hear me? We just coexist. Take our strengths and weaknesses to get us through this. You may keep your connection to your Harlots but you'll turn on them like I have turned on the Red Blades. It's the only way you'll make it through this. Dammit! Stop comparing yourself to them and just let Evangeline be Evangeline! For once." Letting her chew on those thoughts, he really isn't sure why he is sounding the way he is.
Grinding his teeth, he moves down below to check on the resistance downstairs. Instantly the smells make his stomach turn and he has to hug the wall for some sort of grip. He admires the Red Blades, yes. They have a skill and talent he has never seen before but everything is changing. A new Captain, a new fight completely. And let's face it, Theo missed his mentor. He missed being welcome aboard his ship, not having to prove his worth every single step of the way. His reputation hoists his sails up and fills them with wind but if he cannot control those sheets, he will be lost at sea. Taris has dug his own grave, so to say, with dealing with his own bloodlines enemy. Theo will not, will never, forgive him for such an act of betrayal. What did Silver Beard do to deserve this? For all the love he has in his heart, Theo will not bring back that treasure to Taris. That pirate can search the seven seas but Theo will keep his relic for himself instead of having those soiled fingers tatter whatever gem they are after.
Now, the question is, what to do about Evangeline. She is more like him then he cares to admit but even his own words from before contradict themselves. Shouldn't he be looking past the faction she is a part of? How can he though? She listens, she has been combed by the very woman who most likely held Silver Beard's heart in her hand. That harlot watched, Theo cringes, as the sack of lumpy tissue slowly stopped beating. That is what these ladies are capable of and it's best, he concludes after eyeing up the men accordingly in his own mind, if he not press those buttons of hers. A good fight is what he craves, yes, the taste of sweat on his lips and the relief of victory when it washes over him. It's the strongest drug he has ever inhaled. Addictive and potent. But no, that foolish banter can wait. For now he will treat her as a pirate. Never his equal but just as he views himself, a Harlot not feeling welcome in her own faction. Easier said than done.