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“SHE HELD HER POSE LIKE AN ANCIENT MASTERPIECE: GRANDIOSE, FASCINATING, BEAUTIFUL AND SLOWLY FALLING APART.”
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jane beckett, associating with pirates? more likely than you might think.
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“ it is so lovely out here on sea, it must be amazing to work with such amazing views. ” of course, it must have it’s disadvantages as any job, most likely storms and pirates and god knows what else. but it still seemed wonderful to be able to be so free and to travel around and see all sorts of different things. she wished she could do so too, but she was a woman therefore not able to follow dreams like that.
stepping away from the railings, she smiled brightly at the man. “ have you been aworking on a ship for very long? ”
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“ it’s already been a year. i miss him. i know you don’t and no one we know does... but he was my brother. i think he’s rolling in his grave now, seeing how i’ve turned out, i think i commited every sin in his book. but he’d secretly approve of robbing beckett trading ships, we hated the rest of our family afterall. ” it was such a bittersweet dy for everyone was celebrating the crushing defeat and death of her brother whilst she mourned discretely; it couldn’t be helped, her place was amongst pirats now and none of them coul ever know that she was cutler beckett’s sister. she’d be dead for sure if they knew. only esmeralda and jack knew and thy were the last people on earth to want her dead.
sighing, she resigned herself to her melancholy and sipped from a cupt of tea before giving the woman an apologetic smile. “ i am sorry, darling, i know you’d prefer a different topic. i’m trying my best not to think about it too much. distract me, tell me about the festivities. ”
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behold, the florist.
aesthetic: jane beckett
"SHE LAUGHED LOUD. THEREBY TRYING HARD TO HIDE ALL THE SADNESS WITHIN."
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brows drew LOW over a pair of chocolate irises, unabashed concern RAMPANT across the pirate queen’s worn and weathered features. of course she heard the whispers, the JUDGMENTS passed by those who thought themselves higher, more ELEGANT for suffering no wrongdoing in their lives. the minds of nobility would ever be a MYSTERY for one who came from a culture where scars were not only accepted, but honored. ❛❛ then they’re MAD, mi querida. mad and FOOLISH, for you are the most beautiful woman in the world. ❜❜
Esmeralda drew the gentle hand resting in hers to lips, pressing SOFT KISS to the back for all to see. let them have something worth staring at. still, Jane LACKED the easy confidence of a captain despite her best efforts to change that, and it would be MORE than unfeeling to disregard her discomfort, angry though it might make her to let them win. ❛❛ but if you really feel as though you MUST, then we can most certainly purchase one. I’ll pay for it, if you see one that catches your eye. ❜❜
a faint smile tugged at her lips due to the gentle kiss, appreciating the understanding more than she’d ever be able to express in words. she feared her lack of confidence would unfortunately remain work in progress for a while and the patience the woman had with her was astonishing, for she was sure it was at least a bit tiresome. genntly she squeezed the other’s hand as her smile widened slightly. “ i must. it would make me feel much more at ease. not everyone can look past it. not even me. ”
letting her eye wander in search of something to cover her face with, a relieved breath was released from her lips as she at last saw something to her liking and strayed from esmeralda’s side to inspect it further, much more focussed on the scarf than on all the staring that was being done. feeling the fabric and inspecting the simple floral design and white colour for any faults or stains, it was quickly decided. “ this one is the prettiest i have ever seen. are you certain i can have though, darling? i fear it isn’t nearly as inexpensive as i was hoping for. it seems silly to spend so much on a scarf. ”
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jane hates ian mercer.
it’s a big thing to say that jane hates anyone but she truly can’t stand ian mercer and doesn’t like that the spy remains so close to her younger brother. she finds him suspicious and a terribly unpleasant person and he is one of the few people to receive a cold treatment from jane.
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“ people are staring, esmé. and not in a good way. not wearing my scarf was a terrible idea. ” as she had suspected all along. of course people would stare, who wouldn’t at such a grotesque scar that should have no business being on a woman’s face. on anyone’s face, really. in the ideal world, this would teach her to just ignore everyone and henceforth she would be more confident, but this was the real world were it only made her more self conscious than she already was and it made her want to hide away.
she could swear she could hear whispers with every step taken or perhaps she might be imagining it, her brain merely being tricked into believing such thing. no matter whether is was imagined or not, it only fueled her desire to run and hide somewhere no one could see the ever present reminder of what a tragedy her life had been. “ can we please go purchase a shawl? just something to cover up in general. ”
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