Leharuin
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The Auster's Doctor
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Post by Leharuin on Sept 22, 2009 18:41:04 GMT -5
It had been months since he'd been allowed to set foot on dry land. Hearing the crunch of gravel under his boot, the noises of a thriving city around him, the smells of livelihood; it should all have made him happy. But with the site of the two men following behind him, the sample of freedom was tainted. Of course he'd been sent with a guard, which would take him back to their waiting boat once his bags had been filled.
He'd had more work as a doctor locked in the Auster than he had running his small clinic. Tending to bullet wounds, gangreen, scurvy, well, maybe not much for scurvy, but enough injuries and illness to dwindle the few supplies he was allowed to grab before his capture down to nothing. He had his tools, but if he was expected to keep another man comfortable as he pulled bullet fragments out of his chest, he'd needed this trip to town.
Adjusting his coat, glad at least that he'd kept clothing that allowed him to blend in with civilians, the elf peered into the shop windows of the foreign town, hoping that he could prolong his stay before he came across an apothecary or an herbalist.
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Noah
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Post by Noah on Oct 5, 2009 20:53:08 GMT -5
As always, Noah was grinning. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but at least people who didn't know him thought he was happy. A fox ear twitched here and there, taking in the sounds all around him. He really doubted the kid was dumb enough to run. Or rather he really, really hoped. The really smart ones could be so dumb.
Though he was glad the little elf was on the Auster. He'd cured him of a couple things, not that Noah remembered what those things were. Everyone had a little something to be thankful for to this elf.
Not to mention he was cute. Noah was very thankful for his ass.. not that it could be seen well in that coat. He just sighed mentally and kept following Leharuim. It was nice to be in town, but not when he had to be watching some one so closely.
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Leharuin
Auster Crew
The Auster's Doctor
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Post by Leharuin on Oct 11, 2009 22:52:13 GMT -5
God, it had been too long since he'd been in the city. Somehow, he could still imagine the sounds and smells outside his clinic. It wasn't nearly this busy, but the idea was the same. Business men, housewives, and children, all going about their lives while he would watch from his window, picturing what kind of things they did when they weren't walked down his street. Now, Leharuin was the one that had something interesting to hide...and their lives didn't seem so important.
He was trying to ignore the men behind him. That fox boy...he was far too deceiving. He never was outwardly cruel, but he knew what kinds of things were going through his mind. Perverts...all of them, gay, straight, or eunuch, every single one of them was looking for their chance to get laid. It made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to be there, let alone deal with those stares. If only he could disappear into this crowd...but he knew what would follow that.
"This is it." Stopping before a small shop, apothecary sign hanging above the door and ringing with the sound of swinging iron in the slight wind. Inside he could smell the mix of herbs and pills, crushed powders and a earthy smell of parchment "Stay outside, neither of you have the manners to keep attention of us."
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Noah
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Post by Noah on Nov 28, 2009 20:06:43 GMT -5
"Aw.. that hurts me. Hurts me right here." Noah said the words with a grin, hand pressing against his chest. Before the little elf could get inside though his face became much more serious and he reached out to take him by the shoulder. Leaning forward he hissed into his ear. "Don't try running out the back door or anything." He let go and was grinning again.
The fox took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't take too long now." He said this in a much friendlier tone, as if he hadn't just threatened the kid. While he waited he took out a hand rolled cigarette and put it to his lips, match next and then took a nice drag. "Mmm.." He shifted again, making sure he could see the elf through the windows.
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Leharuin
Auster Crew
The Auster's Doctor
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Post by Leharuin on Nov 29, 2009 23:44:36 GMT -5
He could almost feel hives break out across his back as the pirate spoke to him like that. Lee wasn't an idiot. He knew he was a prisoner without chains. These oafs had made in clear enough. But god, he hated being reminded of how what had finally been shaping up to be his first attempt at a life, had been turned into this. Doctor to the damned.
Jerking away, a scowl on his face, Lee pushed himself threw the door, ignoring the men behind him. Even within the shop, the apothecary heavily perfumed with herbs, oils, and the slight must of parchment, he still felt the crushing weight of the men watching him through the glass. But at least here he didn't have to listen to them, pretend that they were just some strangers on the street.
He knew what he was looking for, he had been in shops like this before. Hands worked slowly, filling the bags with methodical ease, not needed to spare more than a quick check that the product was good. Lith had given him his own money to pick this stuff up, he expected the best. Not that Lee would treat Tabris with anything less than the best out there. Tabris, perhaps one of the only two good things about his life...
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Noah
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Post by Noah on Nov 30, 2009 1:47:24 GMT -5
Noah sighed, sometimes he wished he had a watch. Seriously, how long did it take to get a few herbs and pay for them? He took another drag off his tobacco roll only to find that it was pretty much gone. Wrinkling his nose he looked back over at Lee then flicked the last bit into the street, watching the short lived ember die.
A hand went up to his eyes and he tried to look at the sun, not like it had seemed to move. He was just bored. So freakishly bored. Maybe he should rap on the window? Try to get him to go a little faster? Nah, the little guy seemed annoyed with him already. That brought a bit of a grin to his face though. Maybe he'd have to stop by his little doctor's office later.. to apologize of course.
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Rynmerith
Auster Crew
First Mate of The Auster
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Post by Rynmerith on Jan 9, 2010 3:56:07 GMT -5
Crowds. People. If there was only one reason Rynmerith dreaded the Auster's inevitable, habitual port making, it was the crowds of people. Bustling about in a frenzied rush for commerce, meetings and home comings, the piles of people moving and weaving about in a town dock and market like a living breathing creature of greed and lust. The noise of hundreds of people mingling in the street and all the smells that accompanied it, all of it oppressing to the blonds antisocial senses. But it was the stares he found himself noticing.
Boots dusting on the dry and dirty side streets, Rynmerith lifted his chin, refusing to dip his head, catching every gaze sent his way with a stern and intimidating look square in the eye.
He'd long ago learned that wherever he went there would be the staring, and he would deal with it by refusing to give anyone of the pleasure of thinking their gawking went unnoticed. For every uncomfortable glance at the pirate's left arm was met with a dark eyecatch, inciting the unfortunate onlooker into a quickened pace away from the blond source of previous interest.
In such a large city something so small as a mechanical arm on a man of shorter stature albeit sterner aura shouldn't stick out so much as it seemed to, but there were always those who saw the thing and would certainly have the wildest of thoughts and outlandish stories flicker through their head like birthing flame. Flame Rynmerith wished he could extinguish completely with only a glance, but would have to settle for whatever peace he could get in a crowded market while refusing to hide the object of interest like it was some kind of vulgar obscenity.
As to what would have Rynmerith out in the thick of something he despised so much, it might have had something to do with the lack of respect being given to the first mate's orders. They had left early, so the first mate's dark eyes were trying to follow them through the crowd as he moved behind at a leisurely pace. He had told them to wait, but still, here he was, his charge off flitting about the town with some dog nipping close behind. Focusing his stalking attention slowly on every move and every detail of the three men outside the apothecary, the moment the elven doctor stepped inside and out of the way he allowed himself to catch up to the other two. Stepping into the scene as if he had belonged there in the first place, dusty boot crushing the dying end of the tobacco roll.
"I was certain that I told you to wait until I said he could leave." Voice smooth and deadly calm, matching the look in his eye for the other pirate. Rynmerith spoke with sharp, frightful deliberance at a distance close enough for his tone to be heard perfectly clear.
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Lith
Captain of the Auster
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Post by Lith on Jan 9, 2010 3:57:59 GMT -5
It wasn't like Noah had wanted to use the last of that paper or anything, but there was something disconcerting about the way the boot just crushed on to it. Like really, did the guy have to be so dramatic all the time? Noah looked to the side, but only so the first mate wouldn't see him roll his eyes. Rubbing a hand against the back of his head he turned and gave Rynmerith a side long glance.
"Oh c'mon.. we were ready to go." Punched in the face? It was bound to happen to Noah sooner or later, and by his attitude it was probably going to be sooner. "Besides.. we all know who the supplies are for." Maybe he was just feeling a little confident that the actual Captain wouldn't get pissed on him going with Lee to get supplies for Tabris.
Bright blue eyes darted away again and Noah exhaled slowly. " 'Sides.. it's not like we can't handle the elf man. And he's not so dumb as ta run off.." The elf man had his bounty on his head now just like everyone else on the ship. Running would only put him in more danger than sticking with the crew.
((reposted as Lith, for Noah))
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Rynmerith
Auster Crew
First Mate of The Auster
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Post by Rynmerith on Jan 9, 2010 4:02:00 GMT -5
One could suppose he'd gotten used to it. It of course being the power. The power garnered from his title aboard the ship. A title he earned. With a steely glare and cold, intimidating voice, Rynmerith's aura of authority commanded the discipline and obedience of the Auster's sullied ship rats. So used to it, it seemed, that as stoic as the blond haired dragon's set features may be, such blatant disregard for his straightforward orders incited a small twitch of his eyebrow in just a moment of surprise.
"So, you decide which orders to follow and which are just suggestion?" Mock interest in his steeled voice, Ryn's gaze frittered for a passing moment to the window of the shop, instantly spotting what he was looking for. It was a certain breed of pirate that made itself onto the Auster. Ruthless, yes, sadistic, maybe, surely devoid of the burdens of moral responsibility. But, that didn't necessarily mean that they came saddled with any kind of intelligence. Begrudged by the thought of the kind of affliction he was now going to have to deal with, Rynmerith turned his body to the side.
Facing away from the lesser crewmember, the grit and scrape of his boot heals on the dust and stone of the street the only sound he made. Gaze cast downward as if in thought, raising his left arm with full intention to intimidate.
Barely a second passed before dark hazel eye flickered upward toward the fox-eared pirate across from him, faint metallic clink as he motioned with his index and middle finger slowly.
"Come here."
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Noah
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Post by Noah on Jan 9, 2010 8:11:35 GMT -5
Noah could feel it, like some how a power was rising from the short First Mate and towering over him. It was the first time in a long time he actually felt nervous, felt his stomach tensing up and turning. But like hell he was going to show it. No, Noah just needed an excuse to not have to look at Ryn for a moment. Hands reached into his vest and pulled out another cigarette and match. Were his hands shaking a little? No, no, that was just his imagination. The fox was steady as ever when he lit up.
"I just thought it would be in Tabris' best interest to go as soon as possible." Noah could have sighed, at least his voice didn't betray the fact that he wanted to throw up. Taking a long and much needed drag, bright eyes moved back to the first mate, watching him as he turned to the side.
The fact he didn't speak made the kaltaan even more nervous. Maybe his hands were shaking a little as he took the next drag, just maybe. Noah's eyes flickering inside the shop to look at Lee, then to the burning ember on his cigarette and then finally to Ryn.
The fox ears on his head flattened for just a moment, barely a second as their eyes met and the senior pirate told him to move. It took him a second to remember that he could move before he took that step over and stood in front of Ryn, body bracing itself for the blow he was sure was coming.
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Rynmerith
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Post by Rynmerith on Jan 13, 2010 0:20:38 GMT -5
Steeling his glare on the fox, Rynmerith tried to gather every detail he could from the way the other moved. Every twitch of those ears, every flick of that tail, all the tension he could see in Noah’s limbs as he hesitated before stepping closer. It was obvious the kaltaan was nervous; at least, he looked tenser than he had before. And the blonde first mate interpreted that as a nervousness with no small sense of gratification. Eyes squinting slightly as the only sign of how much he was inwardly grinning, Rynmerith straightened his back, shorter yet looking down on the other man.
He purposely remained silent a moment, letting Noah’s movements be hesitant, reveling in moment, forcefully letting it drag out as he subjected the other pirate to walking over willingly to his own punishment, and letting the heightened anticipation before the action –another word for drag out— cruelly.
“You just thought?” The Mock concern in his voice unsettlingly disturbing the moment of silence before he spoke. Oh, he knew what Noah ‘just thought’. And it involved His doctor. Reflecting on the intention longer than he had wanted, Rynmerith’s expression flashed a second of anger at the thought. He never did like to share.
Almost as if on impulse, Rynmerith’s less intimidating arm shot out. Purposefully, with the intent to only further intimidate the already tense kaltaan, he smacked the back of his hand just centimeters in front of Noah’s face, batting the lit cigarette out of the other’s mouth too quickly to even feel the heat on his hand. Before the roll even made it to the ground, Ryn stepped forward, grabbing Noah around the neck with a hard, unnatural grip of stone and steel. Walking the fox backward a step before he spun him around, Rynmerith then forced him chest first into the window as the cigarette bounced once on the sidewalk, spitting embers before fizzling out. The cloudy pane of glass rattling and shaking with the force of the shove, he ==-- another word for forced---- his upper body weight against Noah to hold him there as he spoke.
“I know what you thought.” He started, anger evident in his tone and rising with every syllable as he spoke, lips close to side of Noah’s face.
“And you see that? That there?” He shook Noah forward again into glass, feeling it rattle again as he stared inside the shop at the doctor inside. “ Whatever meager possessions you have managed to scrounge up, no doubt hiding somewhere in your decrepit bunk, are yours. That” Fingers tightening threateningly. “That is Mine” He finished coldly, deadly emphasis on his final word.
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Leharuin
Auster Crew
The Auster's Doctor
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Post by Leharuin on Jan 13, 2010 2:16:17 GMT -5
Pungent yet intoxicating, Lee was lost within a moment of recollection. The overwhelming power scent held over a person; the ability it had to bring back such strong memories such as the scent of a woman’s perfume could make a man swoon at the memory of a past lover pressed against his chest. A man was often weak to forces he didn’t fully understand, nor want to acknowledge. To be brought to tears, arousal, disgust or longing, simply by a simple scent, was a force too strong for anyone to fight. So it had won Lee over, warm caramel eyes slid into an almost comatose look of pleasure. He leaned into the shelves, long fingers wrapped around the open jar of leaves, and breathed. Chest rising, pressing against the slight constriction of his jacket, he inhaled the sweet reminiscing smell that was starting to cling to his hair, the scent attaching itself to him with the same power that it had drawn the man in.
Time was still bearing down upon him. Though he carried no watch, there was almost an ominous, ethereal ticking that surrounded him, slowly bringing him down from his ‘high’. He hadn’t noticed that smell clinging to His hair before he’d gotten the undiluted comparison. His nose twitched, and his tongue darted out to taste it, sliding along his lower lip, still able to smell it as he twisted the lid back tight, pushing it back to its circular rest surrounded by dust.
The young girl behind the counter had smiled at him with a slight blush as he had brought his order to be weighed on the copper scale against the wall. Her blonde curls bounced almost as much as the breasts forced up and nearly out of her corseted dress, the freckles dusted across them a tool Lee was sure the owner had employed to draw in customers. She was cute, and Lee smiled, inclining his head in a respectful nod before he’d withdrawn away from her and her awkward gazes.
It had been a very long time since he’d been courted by women. Indeed, it had been nearly six months since he had even seen a member of the fairer sex. He could remember days when his parents had forced him to attend a dinner with a specially suggested guest, young, beautiful, and sweet. But never what he wanted. They never stopped coming though, perhaps drawn by the wealth of his family, or maybe just for him.
He had been told his neck was long, or that someone liked the way his ears softly curved instead of pointed like most elves. Leharuin even vainly thought when he stared at himself in the mirror with a judging eye, that there was something about his eyes that he could appreciate aesthetically. He smiled back at the woman, this time with a small bit of confidence, as she handed him a box filled with neatly labelled and contained supplies. Her blush deepened.
If it had been a minute later, Leharuin could have predicted the sound of shattering glass as the box crashed to the floor responding to the violent shaking of the window. Instead, the elf jumped back, eyes drawn towards the commotion that drew the attention of all in the shop towards the pair pressed against the grimy glass.
Somehow he knew that Rynmerith would have followed them. He had just wanted an hour away from the trapping gaze of those dark eyes. He licked his suddenly dry lips, swallowing against the familiar feeling building up in his chest and throat. Rynmerith Hale, first mate of the Auster, and the most intimidating man he had ever met.
When he had come aboard, unwillingly, his world had become hell. Lith, that man had no soul, no perceivable sense of humanity besides the faintest traces of affection he could pick up in regards to Tabris. The moments he had spent alone in his quarters, being told how he would survive perceivably the last years of his shortened life, had left him shaking. Little did he know that once his orientation was ended, he would be handed over to a man that left him with nothing but a wish to hide, as if he was the next prey to a very skilled predator.
He had seen Rynmerith kill a man. He had seen him leave killers shaking, bleeding and pleading at his feet. But those same eyes looked at him in another way. How had he become the property of a man like this? In essence, Lee had lost his freedom the day he came aboard the Auster. But it took the few cutting remarks of pirates to let him know exactly where the crew knew he stood. This man had essentially claimed him. It scared him to think of the kind of ‘protection’ he was receiving, and how twisted his mind had become to think some of the things he did about the blonde man pinning Noah against the glass.
The girl hardly noticed as he dropped the coins on the wooden countertop, supplies under his arm as he left the shop with only the small chime of bells on the door marking it. He wished he could simply leave, walk away from the scene. But his boots remained still as he waited for them to separate; knowing that leaving would only make things worse. If this was what they did to each other, the doctor did not want to experience what they would do to him.
“Rynmerith, Ryn...”Lee quickly corrected himself. He had no idea how to talk to this man. His well articulated vernacular seemed to stutter and fail every time he tried to address him, especially when he looked at him like this. He felt sorry for Noah, knowing just what it felt like to be trapped by that arm. It was a cruel move to give a man like him a weapon such as that. Despite the way he was treated by Noah, at least he wasn’t one of the ones that Lee dreaded seeing. “Noah, take the box.”
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Noah
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Post by Noah on Jan 18, 2010 9:38:24 GMT -5
Noah flinched back as the cigarette was batted out of his mouth, not that he had time to reflect upon the action. A half curse left his mouth as he decided to reserve the rest of his throat's actions for breathing instead of speaking. Shit, what sort of life had he gotten himself into? It wasn't like he was a saint, far from it even. But he wasn't a killer or a rapist. Well, he was a killer but that had been self defense. Sometimes in the middle of the night the fox would still wake up after a nightmare of the man burbling from the wound in his throat as he tried to curse the kaltaan or scream that it was his fault.
Noah's body was tensed and he was shaking, feeling those fingers dig into his neck and no doubt leave marks that would be there for weeks on end. Branding him to the rest of the crew with a 'Hey! I fucked up with Ryn!' Hands were pressed against the glass in a desperate attempt to get a little bit of leverage and pull away. But against that unnatural arm he might of well been a pussy willow reed under a rock.
Bright blue eyes slid closed a few moments after Ryn finished his speech and he had to concentrate on getting his voice steady enough to whisper out a, "Yes sir.. understood.." The ears that were pushed flat against his head barely heard the door swinging open and approaching footsteps. One eye squinted open when he heard Lee's request. Seriously, did he need to talk to him right now? Noah could only imagine it spiking a feeling of jealousy in the man who had him pinned still. But not listening could only bring more trouble.
So Noah extended his arm to take the box; eyes downcast from making any sort of contact with anything but that box.
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Rynmerith
Auster Crew
First Mate of The Auster
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Post by Rynmerith on May 31, 2010 3:36:51 GMT -5
If there was one thing Ryn could say he liked about the Kaltann, It was how sweet a satisfaction they gave him as their ears folded down in unconscious submission. How easy it was to see. And how gratifying a victory. Little Pet. Feeling a slow smirk of satisfaction slide across his face, Ryn’s eyes and expression clearly reviled his gratification at the small doctor emasculating Noah further right in front of him.
“Good boy.” Slowly, Ryn let go of the back of Noah’s neck. Like a long drawn out exhale after held breath, the blond’s body relaxed and pulled one noticeable step away, allowing the Kaltann to take Lee’s box with all that eagerness to get away. With Noah effectively removed from his concern, Rynmerith took the opportunity to focus on his current object of infatuated interest. Perfect, standing right there in front of him.
“Why so far off with only the Kaltann I wonder?” He spoke with a hint of underlying malice, staring at the mint haired elf, yet appearing aloof to his existence; posture offset and improper. He moved closer, enough to reach out and let his finger tips thread in the end strands of Lee’s hair, gaze lingering on every bit of sweet green his fingers touched.
Then, he felt his nose twitch slightly; sudden and involuntary. Adept draconic senses suddenly noticing the smell of mixed herbs lingering on the elf’s clothed and… hair. Feeling the over whelming scent sting his nose. Like it did entering Lee’s cabin. With no attempt to hide his distaste, Ryn spoke slowly.
“You smell like the store.”
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Leharuin
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The Auster's Doctor
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Post by Leharuin on May 31, 2010 5:18:07 GMT -5
Lee could remember a trip to the pet shop with his parents when he was a young boy. Perhaps he had been five, the haze of time blurring the edges of his memory so that he wasn’t exactly sure what was real and what had been conjured up to fill in the cracks, the result of reaching so far back into his mind. But a single fact stood out to him amidst the blurred faces of his strangers and his parents alike, and that was the sight of a small white rabbit. It was new, barely old enough to be sold to the aristocrat with a child to please, its soft fur brushed and matted by small hands trying to get a hold of him as he huddles back in the corner of his cage. The poor thing had nowhere to run, trapped within the glass confines of his open cage. It knew how pointless it was to try and scamper away to a nonexistent save place. Instead, it stood there, frozen and shuddering, praying for the hands to pull back and give it enough room to breathe, waiting with a racing heartbeat and terror filled eyes.
Clearing his throat, Lee pulled away from Rynmerith. “You state the obvious very well. Maybe you should go in there; it’d get the stink of the ship out of your clothes.” His mouth was dry, looking down as if he found interest in the cracks between the cobblestones, tongue trying to work some lubrication into his voice to get rid of the cracked sound of submission. Ryn knew too well how easily he could break down the comforting feeling of masculinity, Lee could only hope he covered it up without stumbling over the crumbling remains of his inner ‘alpha male’.
Commanding his knees to stay strong, Lee sidestepped Ryn. Those hands were almost as distracting as those dark eyes. He focused on Noah, breathing deeply as he straightened out his back, adjusting his jacket. “Careful with those supplies, Noah. Some of them go stale too fast if you break the containers they’re in, and you don’t want a bad painkiller when I’m pulling a bullet out of your chest.” The pirate was privy to a complete change in the tone of Lee’s voice. No longer standoffish, Lee was gently reaching out wards the man, knowing the shared intimidation by the first mate between them. Lee knew Noah could handle himself if he was on the Auster, but, there was something that turned them all into schoolboys when the first mate stared you down.
“I don’t need two babysitters.” The words were scornful, like a wounded lover, as Lee stepped past the blonde. He smelled strong and intoxicating. “Noah is perfectly capable of making sure I don’t run away.” It was easier to talk to Ryn when he didn’t have to meet his gaze.
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