[Ed's head tilts up in response to the sound before his mind has even processed the certain familiarity of it. Then it settles in him, washes him over with horror and relief and a trembling sadness and anger all at once, and so he doesn't turn around, because he doesn't want Stede to see a second of that.
Not when he waited. The sky is turning pink around them, the sea is awake, and Stede, Stede surely thought he would be gone, and here he still is. Waiting.
How completely fucking embarrassing.
Why come now? Was it a debate that took him all night? Was it meant to be a last glance, of Ed on the horizon? (not entertained is the hope, hurting more than anything, that there's a good reason. that Stede came when he could.) He shudders out a breath, and considers the effectiveness of tossing himself off the dock rather than deal with what's happening and about to happen. Probably not ideal. Drowning is a slow sort of business.
What he wants is to open his mouth and say something cold. Biting. Here's your boat. Off you go. Something scary. Make it past the horizon before the sun is in the sky, or I'll claw your bloody heart from your chest.
When he opens his mouth, what tumbles out instead is pathetic.]
You said yes. 'Mmhm', you said.
[He feels incredibly naked without his beard, suddenly.]
we got pain and suffering is what we got bro
Not when he waited. The sky is turning pink around them, the sea is awake, and Stede, Stede surely thought he would be gone, and here he still is. Waiting.
How completely fucking embarrassing.
Why come now? Was it a debate that took him all night? Was it meant to be a last glance, of Ed on the horizon? (not entertained is the hope, hurting more than anything, that there's a good reason. that Stede came when he could.) He shudders out a breath, and considers the effectiveness of tossing himself off the dock rather than deal with what's happening and about to happen. Probably not ideal. Drowning is a slow sort of business.
What he wants is to open his mouth and say something cold. Biting. Here's your boat. Off you go. Something scary. Make it past the horizon before the sun is in the sky, or I'll claw your bloody heart from your chest.
When he opens his mouth, what tumbles out instead is pathetic.]
You said yes. 'Mmhm', you said.
[He feels incredibly naked without his beard, suddenly.]