[ He spends another moment, breathing in Stede, feeling Stede.
Then he roughly pushes him away.
Now that Stede can get a proper look at him he looks terrible. Not just the kohl, but the way his eyes have sallowed out- sore from crying, baggy from a lack of sleep. His hair is grimy, his lips cracked, and he is very obviously drunk.
It takes him a moment to square his jaw, swallow down his tears. ]
There's no-... no Ed. Never was. Just Blackbeard.
[ There is nothing in him that deserves soft cashmere and soothing touches. Nothing that "wears fine things well." Nothing that could ever hope of being simply happy.
He can't take this. He can't take seeing what he can't have, and he knows he can't have this. Stede's wrong. Stede's confused. He had the right idea at running away, and he should have just stayed away instead of torturing him like this. ]
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Then he roughly pushes him away.
Now that Stede can get a proper look at him he looks terrible. Not just the kohl, but the way his eyes have sallowed out- sore from crying, baggy from a lack of sleep. His hair is grimy, his lips cracked, and he is very obviously drunk.
It takes him a moment to square his jaw, swallow down his tears. ]
There's no-... no Ed. Never was. Just Blackbeard.
[ There is nothing in him that deserves soft cashmere and soothing touches. Nothing that "wears fine things well." Nothing that could ever hope of being simply happy.
He can't take this. He can't take seeing what he can't have, and he knows he can't have this. Stede's wrong. Stede's confused. He had the right idea at running away, and he should have just stayed away instead of torturing him like this. ]
Go. Leave me be.