Eliot Waugh (
eliot_thespectacular) wrote2023-11-04 06:42 pm
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John
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.
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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"No, I just think slave is a bit extreme for the position that nymph is in," John chuckled. "What's your issue?"
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"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..."
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"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."
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John watched him a moment, puffing his pipe.
"Maybe the pirate life isn't for you," he agreed. "But until you can learn to control that little problem you've got, you need to train."
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"Oh yes. Daily. Because everyone aboard hangs on my every word and does what I say," John replied, then scoffed again dryly.
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He was grateful to John for giving him purpose again, but it wasn't like he'd done anything to suggest he could help him with that.
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John had nothing to say for a moment as he packed a new pipe. But once he was ready, he pointed the stem at Eliot.
"Tell me about your family, lad," he insisted, rather than offer anything helpful.
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"Your mum," he said, sniffled and cleared his throat, then braced for a punch.
"She a...faithful sort of woman?"
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"I'm just saying...wild magic doesn't come frome average asshole husbands," he said.
He puffed his pipe thoughtfully.
"Usually comes from magic blood."
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"Well I guess that would explain a lot." Including why his father seemed to hate him so fucking much.
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"It would," John nodded.
"I could investigate, if you like. Maybe find an answer," he continued.
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John gave him a pointed look and a small nod.
"No shame in a popular mum," he noted.
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John reached out and laid his arm around Eliot's shoulders, guiding him across the deck.
"Let's go find out what we can before the moon sets, hmm?" he suggested.
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