It’s hard to say whether this first month in Duplicity has been a good or bad one for Stede. Not that it’s been neither of those in spades—rather the opposite. It’s been so much of both that this feelings on the matter are really a muddled mess.
There is, of course, one definite con to being dragged here. Right when he’d made the decision of how he’d live his life (and who he’d live it with) once and for all, the chance to set out and make it happen had been wrenched from him. He’s spent more than his fair share of time grappling with the possibility that he might never see one particular man again. Not his soulful brown eyes, not his salt and pepper hair or his crooked, mischievous smile…
… until he does.
He’d think it was a mirage, but he’s been poolside long enough now to know that’s not a thing. Stede sits up in his chair, blinking as he stares across the water at a familiar silhouette. He hasn’t even truly grappled with the implications before he’s moving, wending his way around the other denizens of Duplicity and towards the one face he’s wanted to see every day since… well. Since he saw it last.
“Edward?”
He calls out the name soon as he’s sure he’s in earshot. It doesn’t occur to him to think about how he looks: the pale blue shirt patterned with flowers of all colors, hanging open over a pair of swim trunks. He hadn’t been quite brave enough for the more revealing option, but it’s still a lot more leg than he’d have shown back home.
Wildcard ✨
There is, of course, one definite con to being dragged here. Right when he’d made the decision of how he’d live his life (and who he’d live it with) once and for all, the chance to set out and make it happen had been wrenched from him. He’s spent more than his fair share of time grappling with the possibility that he might never see one particular man again. Not his soulful brown eyes, not his salt and pepper hair or his crooked, mischievous smile…
… until he does.
He’d think it was a mirage, but he’s been poolside long enough now to know that’s not a thing. Stede sits up in his chair, blinking as he stares across the water at a familiar silhouette. He hasn’t even truly grappled with the implications before he’s moving, wending his way around the other denizens of Duplicity and towards the one face he’s wanted to see every day since… well. Since he saw it last.
“Edward?”
He calls out the name soon as he’s sure he’s in earshot. It doesn’t occur to him to think about how he looks: the pale blue shirt patterned with flowers of all colors, hanging open over a pair of swim trunks. He hadn’t been quite brave enough for the more revealing option, but it’s still a lot more leg than he’d have shown back home.