[Fuck, he just sounds so fucking sad, and the hurt leaks out of him through the cracks in Stede's voice, collecting somewhere they'll have to mop up later, because Ed can't listen to that and not do anything about it. Whether it's weak, or a bad decision, or something Blackbeard wouldn't do stops mattering, the way it always seems to with Stede.
In one of those moments of weakness, he'd lain his head against Stede's hand, cried the way he's crying now, and been offered forgiveness without even having to ask- what if we just pretended that whole murder idea never happened?
Stede deserves at least the same in return. He deserves a lot better than that.
(And he knows it, something vile hisses inside him. He almost left because he knows it.)
Ed stands and begins to cross the dock in short strides, hesitating only out of fear that if he moves too fast, Stede is gonna bolt into the underbrush like a startled deer.]
Fucking- don't cry, c'mon. Hey. Just- we can- [the fear that crept into certainty, he's not coming, he's not coming- it's still too raw.] What happened? What the fuck happened?
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In one of those moments of weakness, he'd lain his head against Stede's hand, cried the way he's crying now, and been offered forgiveness without even having to ask- what if we just pretended that whole murder idea never happened?
Stede deserves at least the same in return. He deserves a lot better than that.
(And he knows it, something vile hisses inside him. He almost left because he knows it.)
Ed stands and begins to cross the dock in short strides, hesitating only out of fear that if he moves too fast, Stede is gonna bolt into the underbrush like a startled deer.]
Fucking- don't cry, c'mon. Hey. Just- we can- [the fear that crept into certainty, he's not coming, he's not coming- it's still too raw.] What happened? What the fuck happened?