Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Kieran laughed as Colin suggested Sam would kick his ass up and down Trafalgar Square before nudging the military man with his hip to make him scoot over in bed so he could get comfortable. "Nah she wouldn't, mate," he insisted, stretching and resting his arm only just above Colin's head on a ledge of the headboard. The pirate felt detached from himself as the part of his brain he kept squashed and hidden away from himself watched the way his fingers easily curled and gripped parts of the headboard. He could imagine curling his fingers around the scrollwork and using it as leverage as he--
"...Don't try to claim she wouldn't," Colin continued, pointing at Kieran, "I've seen her in a fight."
"She wouldn't," the 'dark Adonis' explained calmly, "because that would require me to be in England voluntarily, something I'd never do. Honestly mate I'm hurt, I thought we knew each other better." He pouted playfully at him.
"So, not Sam?"
Kieran's heart pounded so heart he thought it was a wonder Colin couldn't see it move his skin. "No, my tastes are a bit more...Rare." He tilted his head to look over his shoulder at Captain Drake.
He wanted to die. If the Fenian could have just died right then and there that would have been fine by him. This was awful. He had opened Pandora's box, at least within his own mind, and all the woes of the world had turned out to be social awkwardness and enough anxiety to make his heart explode. The stupid Englishman pursued his line of questioning and Kieran was forced to shrug coolly, outwardly nothing but calm and casual as he always was.
"Wasn't really talkin' 'bout skin," he answered casually, his fingers gripping the scrollwork of the headboard so hard his knuckles hurt and he feared he might accidentally break it. "Seems a bit shallow to me, really. I mean Yasmine was definitely pretty, an' so's Madame and she's got sommat in her that ain't exactly lily white...but white's nice too."
Dear God! one part of Kieran's brain shrieked. Pull up! Pull up! I know some pulling I could-- No, shut up! Go away! You're not real! The pirate felt as though he was losing his mind.
"...Don't try to claim she wouldn't," Colin continued, pointing at Kieran, "I've seen her in a fight."
"She wouldn't," the 'dark Adonis' explained calmly, "because that would require me to be in England voluntarily, something I'd never do. Honestly mate I'm hurt, I thought we knew each other better." He pouted playfully at him.
"So, not Sam?"
Kieran's heart pounded so heart he thought it was a wonder Colin couldn't see it move his skin. "No, my tastes are a bit more...Rare." He tilted his head to look over his shoulder at Captain Drake.
He wanted to die. If the Fenian could have just died right then and there that would have been fine by him. This was awful. He had opened Pandora's box, at least within his own mind, and all the woes of the world had turned out to be social awkwardness and enough anxiety to make his heart explode. The stupid Englishman pursued his line of questioning and Kieran was forced to shrug coolly, outwardly nothing but calm and casual as he always was.
"Wasn't really talkin' 'bout skin," he answered casually, his fingers gripping the scrollwork of the headboard so hard his knuckles hurt and he feared he might accidentally break it. "Seems a bit shallow to me, really. I mean Yasmine was definitely pretty, an' so's Madame and she's got sommat in her that ain't exactly lily white...but white's nice too."
Dear God! one part of Kieran's brain shrieked. Pull up! Pull up! I know some pulling I could-- No, shut up! Go away! You're not real! The pirate felt as though he was losing his mind.