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riff

riff is a jack sparrow-esque captain. everyone knows him and pretty much everyone that knows him hates him. he's known for being a big flirt and an even bigger nuisance. he tends to escape insane situations by nothing but pure luck, but those that know him know he’s smarter and a more skilled fighter than he lets on. he travels the seas searching for treasure and money and the occasional damsel to save.

dodge

dodge’s sister was hanged for piracy when he was sixteen years old. he’s now nineteen and has spent the last three years hunting down any member of the east india trading company that he can find. he’s determined to find and kill everyone that was responsible for dayna’s death, from the man that signed her arrest warrant to the executioner that pulled the lever on the gallows, and he won’t stop until they’re all dead.

art

art is an officer in the east india trading company. he reports to patrick zweig. art doesn’t like the trading company. he doesn’t want to be an officer, but patrick is using his relationship with art to get what he wants from art. art eventually runs away with his daughter, lily. he knows they have to keep moving, because not only is patrick looking for him, art’s wife, tashi, is hellbent on getting her daughter back. he flees to tortuga in the hopes that he can stow away on a ship and put as much distance between himself, patrick and tashi as possible.

@hatigave asked “ Where have you been? ” for riff from adelé

Why does she care where he’s been? He’s the one chasing her all around the seven seas. He should be asking her that. But instead, Riff lets himself lean back against the wall of the alley they’ve found themselves in. He smirks a little, letting his gaze sweep over Adelé in a way that could very well get him slapped. “Chasin’ you.” He still has her bracelet around his wrist. He holds it out to her with a grin. “Figured you’d be wantin’ this back, after all.” Really, he’s just glad she gave him an excuse to find her again, even if it did take him months to do it.

@hatigave said ‘ when i get the nerves the night before i like to have a good tumble with a stranger. ‘ for riff from adelé (and I also wish she wouldn't say that but she would)

Riff is, in all honesty, a little offended that Adelé considers him a stranger. He’s pretty sure they’re not strangers at this point. They’ve fought every time they’ve seen each other and Riff is pretty sure strangers don’t do that. He’s not opposed to having a tumble with her, though. It would probably help with the tension when they fight. “Since when am I a stranger?” His tone is more incredulous than he would like it to be and he scowls. “If I’m a stranger, how come every time we see each other, you try to kill me?”

@hatigave said "i was just taking a little nap." for riff from adelé and yes she snuck into his bed

At this point, nothing Adelé does can surprise Riff. She could show up on his ship in nothing but a coat and he wouldn’t be surprised. He shakes his head at her, shrugging out of his coat and draping it over his desk. “Was it a good nap?” He pulls his shirt off and sets it next to his coat, hauling the bucket of water in his hand onto his desk with a quiet groan. Riff wasn’t the type to neglect his personal hygiene, but it got hard to take showers when you were constantly running from the law. He dunked a rag into the water and ran it down his torso and across the back of his neck. “You didn’t put lice in my bed, did ya?”

Riff honestly isn’t sure what he expected, but this isn’t it. His neck is stinging and he’s fairly sure he might be bleeding. He’s winded, and Adelé’s mouth on his hasn’t helped with that. He props himself up on his elbows and grins at her anyway, clearing his throat a bit before he speaks. “Sure.” He doesn’t think he’ll stop telling her what she can and can’t do anytime soon, especially if this is the reaction he’s going to get when he does it. Sure, getting slammed around is no fun, but if he gets kissed for it, he’s a lot more likely to be annoying more often. Not that he’s not already annoying, but if being more annoying means he’ll get kissed more often, he’s going to be more annoying.

He wriggles a little bit under her, just to test how much he can move. Her knee on his thigh isn’t giving him much range of motion, but it’s easy enough to grab at her shoulders and roll them over so he’s grinning down at her instead of up. He sets his knees on either side of her hips and kisses her again. “Y’know, I’d like you a lot more if you weren’t beatin’ me up every time we see each other.”

@notefinal Riff said : ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ to Adelé

DAUGHTER OF STORMS knows she can. Just as she knows she can put the blades she carries on her at all times between his ribs ; maim him like a ship's hull after a battle. She knows she can kick him in the groin and slam the side of her hand against his throat. SHE KNOWS ALL OF THIS, yet, she does none of it. Time has made her soft around the edges, especially so when she is wrapped up in the thrill of the chase. How many days has it been since she's seen him last ?

❝ Can I ? Oh, how gracious of you — ❞ breath is a ghost as she leans in closer, fingernails digging into the nape of his neck hard enough to draw blood. IT IS A TRICK as the flat palm of her hand is shoved against his chest, forcing him back so that her foot might swipe his legs out from underneath him. Father called her monkey back in the gentle days of childhood. She has not forgotten how to jump a man even years later. Her weight crashes against him, pushing him against the ground. Knee digging into his thigh as her hand grips his chin. Look at me. Only look at me !

Her mouth finds his, kissing him hard enough for their noses to knock together painfully. Obsession is left in the simple action, tasting like rum and poison and all things bitter. ❝ — Never tell me what I can and cannot do, or I will slit your throat. Understood ? ❞

It feels like he’s been chasing her forever. It’s been months since they last saw each other and Riff had grown restless and impatient. He’s grinning now, reaching into her coat to pull out her knives and toss them a good distance behind him. He’d almost thought she would slip away again, but she hadn’t. It makes him wonder if she’d let herself get caught. He doesn’t have time to dwell on that, because he’s being pulled flush against Adelé. His eyes slip shut at the sensation of her tongue on his face and he has to stop himself from shivering. “Only if you missed me.”

His fingers flex on her wrists as he grins at her again. He’d never admit to missing her, but he has. And he’s pretty sure she knows it. “Neither.” He’s both, but he’d never admit to that, either. He’s barely admitted it to himself, after all. He’s not going to admit that he’s in love to a woman that seems intent on leading him on a wild goose chase just so she can cut his throat. He’s not going to admit that he’s in love to himself, either, but that’s another issue entirely.

@notefinal Riff said : [ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall. to Adelé.

SOMEWHERE THE LINE HAS GROWN BLURRY as they both dragged it through the mud to reset it time and time again. He was never supposed to mean anything — just as she was never supposed to even care in the first place. Still, he has carved his way into her lungs; an ugly intruder into her flesh not at all unlike a splinter of wood sticking out of the skin. She's grown fond ( in the same way one grows fond of knives. In the same way one grows fond of useless things like flowers. )

If he captures her she likes to think it's because she allowed him to. Not because she's allowed her steps to grow louder when he is near       ⎯⎯⎯⎯ not because she wants him to catch her. Fingers encircle wrists, pin them above her head away from where he should know her knives to be. SMART MOUSE BITING BACK AT THE CAT !  Yet, she is far from helpless. Her leg hooks around his and pulls him closer with a violent yank. Chest to chest, body to body, exactly where he should be. ❝ Have you missed me ? ❞ Broken doll whispers into the shell of his ear, taking the opportunity to lick a stripe up from the curve of his jaw to his cheek with the flat of her tongue. Next, she should bite his earlobe. ❝ Desperate or foolish, only those in love can be both. Tell me, which one are you ? ❞

Sometimes Riff can’t quite believe the things that come out of Adelé’s mouth. This is one of those times. He scoffs quietly as she settles on his lap. “Vengeful god? I didn’t realize you’d swallowed a dictionary, sweetheart.” He runs his hands up her thighs with a grin. “Never said you were kind.” He’s not stupid enough to think Adelé is kind. Riff isn’t kind, either. Most pirates aren’t. Being kind is the quickest way to get mutinied against, and everyone knows it. “Just said you ain’t as bad as everyone says.”

He leans in to press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Aw, are you flirtin’?” His grin gets wider. “I’m flattered, but I normally prefer to be taken out to dinner first. I’m a gentleman, after all.” Riff is far from a gentleman, but Adelé is also far from a gentlewoman, so it works out. “Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me all day?” He shifts a little in his seat. “Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t complainin’, but I’ve got things to do.”

@notefinal Riff said : ❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ to Adelé

SHE HAS CARVED HER OWN REPUTATION out of the bone of her own rib. Torn it free from her body with a loud snap and marked it with the tip of her knife. His name is fleeting and unremarkable in her story, even when she has underlined it twice and circled it once. AN OBSESSION IS NOT LOVE she tells herself while she dreams of sinking her teeth into his neck and making him bleed. Not as bad, he says ; she could be so much worse.

❝ You look so darling when you give me compliments like an offering to a vengeful god. ❞ A smirk colours her features when she pins him down to a chair. Her legs are on either side of his thighs as she sits on his lap. HANDS BURIED IN HIS HAIR DO NOT PULL JUST YET. ❝ But do not mistake me for kind. It would be almost a shame to leave you bleeding out surrounded by sharks in the ocean, cariño. ❞ She would almost miss him.

He watches intently as she comes closer, just barely leaning into the hand on his neck. His hands go to her waist and he gives her a slight squeeze. “Where’s the fun in that?” If he offered it back earlier, she might have taken it, and Riff would be out of ways to see her again. He could always track her down, but that required more time and effort than he was willing to risk. If he didn’t have his crew, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat, but there was always the threat of mutiny looming, even with a crew as loyal as his. “If I’d offered, you probably would’a taken it. And where the hell would I be now?” Certainly not here. He grins at her. “It’s common sense, sweetheart.”

SHE CARES BECAUSE SHE IS POSSESSIVE. She cares in the same way a cat cares if there is a rat on board of the ship. It is hers and hers alone ; even if she has to bite through a neck to get it. Her gaze drops to the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. PERHAPS TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT SHE TAKES IT BACK. But not because he offers. Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she stalks closer to him. Chest to chest, her hand against the nape of his neck. Better lovers might kiss him. Better women might be kinder to him. He just has to settle for what he fucking got. ❝ Not yet. Not until I say I want it back. But I expected you to have offered before now. ❞ Riff is late to an appointment he never even knew he had in the first place.

He huffs out a quiet laugh. “I don’t got any lice.” If he did, he’d probably be bald by now. Lice are creepy and weird and Riff counts himself lucky that he’s never had to deal with them. He’s heard horror stories from other pirates, but thankfully his crew has remained lice free so far. He glances over at her as he wrings his cloth out and drapes it over the rim of the bucket. He puts the bucket on the floor and steps up into her personal space, brushing his fingers over her knees. “You should’ve said somethin’. I would’ve slept with ya.” He grins a little as he says it. Hopefully the innuendo won’t go unnoticed.

SHE STRETCHES LIKE A fat and lazy cat underneath the morning's light. Quite pleased to remain in his bed for a moment longer. Perhaps later she would invite him underneath his own blankets to establish what weird dominance neither of them truly had. SMILE BELONGS TO A SHARK when it creeps onto her features ; her eyes lingering on exposing skin as if she was already marking the spots where to bite. ❝ I would not fear if I were you - if there are any lice here they will scatter in fright the moment your head hits this pillow. ❞

Against her better judgment, she rises from the bed, feet light and steps true as she crosses the distance between herself and him. Abandoning the warmth and comfort of a makeshift nest in favour of sitting down on his desk next to his bucket of water. A CHALLENGE, silently offered as she spread her legs just so. ❝ It could have been a better nap if you had been there. ❞

He laughs. He can’t help it. “Yeah. Good thing.” They’re both liars. Every pirate in the world is a liar. It’s practically in the job description. He laughs again. “Endearing, huh? You sure you didn’t swallow a dictionary, sweetheart?” He goes easily into the kiss, smiling against her mouth and as they separate. “Careful. You keep doin’ that, I’m gonna assume you’re in love with me.” His grin widens. “Can’t have that, now can ya?” Riff doesn’t care if she’s in love with him or not. Actually, that’s not true, but he’s not quite ready to admit that yet.

He shifts his weight as if he’s going to get up, but he ultimately decides to stay put. It’s not every day he has the upper hand like this, so he’s going to take advantage of it while it lasts. “You got any good plans for today?” He rests his hands on her lower abdomen and drums his fingers against her ribs. “Hm?”

THE CLEARING OF HIS THROAT FEELS like a victory. Sweeter than the ringing of cannon fire through the still air of night. She has won the battle, not the war. They're both winded, taking a moment to gather themselves. HAD SHE BEEN A KINDER WOMAN, she might have considered it romantic. The tension of heaving lungs and the reminder of the ghost of his lips still haunting hers. She should shove her knee between his lungs. ❝ You say sure, like a liar. Good thing we are both dishonest, no ? ❞ Captain does not elaborate on which lies she tells   ⎯⎯⎯ have him believe she would not slit his throat ( perhaps she wouldn't. Or perhaps she would. )

In the blink of a moment the world shift ; the way the air grows heavy and rich mere moments before a storm unleashes hell on earth. All it takes is a sharp inhale through gritted teeth before it is her back that's resting on the ground. THE NERVE OF THE FUCKING SHIT ! ❝ If you wouldn't want me to beat you up, you shouldn't look so endearing when I do. ❞ Her jaw is locked, voice rough with anger that has nowhere to go. Oh, damn it all to hell ! A hand sneaks up to the back of his neck and drags him down so she can steal another kiss from him.