*in the captain's rooms, the candles are lit: the pirate himself is sat at the recalcitrant harpsichord which gave him such trouble when he first moved it in, repetitively pinging at one of the keys with the point of the hook. The illuminated copy of Paradise Lost lies open on the instrument's top. The recent fight with Spider, although he won
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*he turns, arm still curled around her waist, to guide her to the couch*
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"Anything else?"
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"I can certainly do this. If you think it really helps," she teases.
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*It feels as if he's been too busy lately merely to stop and appreciate Ali being there. Being able to stop is such a luxury.*
I have been thinking about the worlds you showed me.
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*his voice is content*
Of the two so far I liked the second best.
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It had a certain sense of drama that is very difficult to describe accurately...
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I look forward to it.
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*This sounds more and more intriguing by the moment*
I will be sure to heal fast.
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