John

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.

Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.

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[eliot_thespectacular]

"Did I ask?" Eliot said dryly. "I'm perfectly fine with normal wizarding. And have enough to worry about with the wild magic shit."

[petty_dabbler]

"That? I will help you with," hevassured him then.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yeah?" said Eliot. "Well the other day I calmed the seas and then made the whole ship smell like cinnamon for an hour."

[petty_dabbler]

He blinked in confusion at that.

"You did...what now?" he asked.

The lad could decimate a forest...cinnamon?

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Wild magic surge,” Eliot muttered. “Sometimes they’re just… stupid.”

[petty_dabbler]

"At least sometimes stupid also means harmless, Eliot. Cheer up," John assured him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It's... embarrassing," Eliot mumbled.

[petty_dabbler]

"Abandon dignity, lad...you're at sea," John chuckled.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot snorted. "Oh I probably did away with that long ago, but I still like to pretend..." He chuckled ruefully. "I mean you scraped me off the floor of a bar, John."

[petty_dabbler]

"That I did," he nodded.

Eliot had been in quite the state. John wasn't sure why he'd been the one put in the magician's path.

John was a curse, and Eliot would learn that soon enough.

"Didn't smell like cinnamon. That's for certain."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot couldn't help it; he laughed. "I probably smelled like whiskey," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

"You smelled," John chuckled, and left it at that.

"And what about now? Today? How do you see it all now?" he asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked at him for a second and then said, "I'm grateful to be here." Pause. "Though I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure how I feel about being a pirate."

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh? Ship life? Or the...death?" he asked, gesturing vaguely.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Well I was a little alarmed to hear that the captain is enslaving fae,” Eliot said pointedly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Winter's no slave," John chuckled.

The nymphs aboard didn't occur to him, but Winter was always at the front of his mind.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot frowned. “I don’t mean Winter. Winter is lovely. And seems happy. I mean Nyx.”

[petty_dabbler]

"Ah," John said. "The prince, you mean."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot frowned. “Is that supposed to somehow make it better?”

[petty_dabbler]

"No, I just think slave is a bit extreme for the position that nymph is in," John chuckled. "What's your issue?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Well, fine, prisoner if you'd prefer, but aren't people usually prisoners for a reason?" Eliot shrugged, uncomfortable. "It jus seems shitty to be keeping him here against his will."

[petty_dabbler]

"We are all free to leave the ship any time we like," John pointed out.

Then gestured to the vast sea surrounding them.

"It's just a little swim..."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot rolled his eyes. "Sure, noted. Though honestly I get the impression that might not be true for our royal guest."

[petty_dabbler]

"No? Why not?" John asked, puffing his pipe thoughtfully. "Because he's Bound?"

He chuckled at that.

"Crew would have fucked him to death three days out of port if they hadn't."

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Jesus Christ,” Eliot muttered, uncomfortable.