[Stede is quiet. It's unsettling, at odds with the constant chatter, nervous rambling and delighted musings Ed has grown used to.
It makes him, despite everything, want to wrap Stede up in warmth and slice the ankles of anyone who so much as looks at him wrong. It makes him want to resurrect the fuckhead that got him feeling this way in the first place, just so he can shoot him point-blank.
It makes him feel like a cancerous growth on Stede's life, sucking the joy out of him.
If Stede holds on longer than necessary, it doesn't feel that way to Ed. He's not ready to let go until Stede is settled, and even then he lingers, some little voice in the back of his brain worried that Stede is going to change his mind and leap back out to splash his way to shore.
He grabs the oars and begins to row, fueled by the knowledge that he needs to get them the hell out of there as quickly as possible, but also by the adrenaline rush that has absolutely consumed him. Like a madman, he can't control what rushes out his mouth next. He doesn't want to say it, but it's like he fucking has to. Has to be sure that even if Stede is clearly not in his right mind, he at least knows what choice he's making.]
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[Stede is quiet. It's unsettling, at odds with the constant chatter, nervous rambling and delighted musings Ed has grown used to.
It makes him, despite everything, want to wrap Stede up in warmth and slice the ankles of anyone who so much as looks at him wrong. It makes him want to resurrect the fuckhead that got him feeling this way in the first place, just so he can shoot him point-blank.
It makes him feel like a cancerous growth on Stede's life, sucking the joy out of him.
If Stede holds on longer than necessary, it doesn't feel that way to Ed. He's not ready to let go until Stede is settled, and even then he lingers, some little voice in the back of his brain worried that Stede is going to change his mind and leap back out to splash his way to shore.
He grabs the oars and begins to row, fueled by the knowledge that he needs to get them the hell out of there as quickly as possible, but also by the adrenaline rush that has absolutely consumed him. Like a madman, he can't control what rushes out his mouth next. He doesn't want to say it, but it's like he fucking has to. Has to be sure that even if Stede is clearly not in his right mind, he at least knows what choice he's making.]
We're leaving. So. Last chance. Yeah.