𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚

in your room (izzy/hornigold)

in which the man with the fake nose is hornigold, not prince ricky.

       
     
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will

𓆩🏴‍☠️𓆪
   

The british soldiers pushed Blackbeard into the Captain's quarters. As dreaded as he was, he stumbled across the treshold, straightening his back, he kept his head low, gray strands falling over his eyes.

Clicking his tongue, the captain waved at the soldiers, dismissing them. He regarded his prisoner-his prize with a gaze one could only described as devious. He dragged himself lazily away from his desk, circling Blackbeard like a hungry wolf.

From the pocket of his uniform, the captain produced a small knife, dragging it down Blackbeard's face, agonizingly slow. Playing with the blade, he slid it under the pirate's chin, lifting it with such force, drops of blood appeared on the stainless metal.

"Oh Israel, you thought you could fool me?" he cooed, searching a pair of dark eyes.

Izzy purposefuly avoided his gaze at first, not even wanting to remember who was standing before him. He felt less like a trapped animal and more like a bird in its cage, unknowing but content.

When he tried to switch his focus to anything behind the Captain, their eyes met, by accident or by fate. Those eyes, the storm that raged in them, seemed to calm for a moment, irises clearing into a rainy day's sky.

Izzy couldn't bare to look away, afraid if he did, even for a moment, the captain would vanish and he'd be left again. Always but a second voice, a nagging bore.

Hornigold met his gaze, sea crashing against the cliff, crumbling the stone to nothing, then returning to its peaceful tide.

"Sit down, Israel."

Hearing his full name broke something in Izzy, the only person to ever call him that was Hornigold, who he so desperately adored. Without much thought, he obeyed, almost collapsing into the armchair. Above all else was loyalty to your captain.

Edward was no longer his captain, nor was Bonnet. He had found the only person on the seven seas who he would still call his Captain. Whom the british called their captain. He was no better than them.
    
       
      

Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

𓆩🏴‍☠️𓆪
     

It was but the waning moon that knew of their secret, day after day the captain had ordered Izzy Hands into his cabin and like clockwork, he'd come out in pieces, pulled apart by the horrible and brutal Captain Hornigold.

Edward itched to ask him about it, but Izzy would shrug it off, lock himself in his head like a stubborn clam. Edward couldn't care enough to dig out the pearl inside of it.

As soon as night fell and the pole star appeared on the sky, Hornigold sent for Izzy. Repressing a shudder, he trailed into his cabin, almost slamming the door behind him. It was dark, the captain's quarters only illuminated by a few candles, a silhuette basking in the warm light.