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CASSIDY HAWKING (21)

pirate captain — from the 18th century — will plunder your treasure, shiver your timbers, and jolly your roger.

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YES / MATCH / TICK

NO / TICK

[ Rafa takes both hands now, and traces curious fingers over both scars. As Cassidy weaves that tale Rafa can see it; the eager sailor, fighting to save the ship from wreck. It must have bled afterwards. He dips his head, kissing the other hand now, and then he reaches to take his glass. ]

From cabin boy to Captain in less than five years. That is no mean feat. The scars made these hands strong.

[ He touches his glass to Cassidy's and then kicks back the drink, which is also strong. The burn in his throat his a pleasing one, which leaves his eyes warmer than before. ]

I miss getting drunk, I admit that. I always did like to indulge, but there are other vices open to me. Enough of this, and perhaps I'll feel it for a while. I want more of your stories.

[ He signals the bartender to leave the bottle with them, and then settles, his hand on his own chin. ]

Where is your favourite place to go? Tell me about it.

[ his fingers brush rafa's chin after the kiss is laid on his palm, a quick catch and release before he pulls away. it's easy to imagine the kisses being laid elsewhere, rafa ducking his head to another part of his body. desire flows lazily through his veins, not yet urgent, just a pleasant, all-over warmth. he feels young. or rather, he feels his age, all twenty-one years of it, rather than the way people here normally make him feel. three-hundred years. a thousand. ancient.

it's easier to feel young with someone who actually carries the weight of a couple hundred years. those years have been incredibly kind to rafa, however, or maybe it's the vampirism. he grins, lifting the scar on his cheek- a thin, white line that follows the bone beneath the skin. ]

I gained a few stations along the way. Nobody goes straight from cabin boy to captain, no matter how strong, or brave, or devilishly handsome they be.

[ he winks and takes another drink. several more drinks and higher concentrations of liquor will be required to get him drunk, but to not get drunk at all still seems reprehensible to him.

at the question, he leans into his elbow and looks into his glass, swirling the contents so they slosh at the rim like a tiny sea. ]

Have you ever been to the Caribbean? [ he raises his eyes and glass together, sipping the rum concoction, chasing it off his lips with his tongue. ] Did you see it, you'd understand how hard it be to choose but one place. Every shore and cove has beauty to behold. [ his glass clacks on the bar. ] However, I've a special fondness for the island of New Providence, I grant it. The people of Port Nassau're free to live in the manner of their choosing, rather than under the yoke of a tyrant king.

[ he says, to a king. ]

[ Rafa's dark eyes settle on Cass, taking the measure of him. Still, as usual, his nose tells him more than his eyes ever could. The flush of building desire changes his scent, injecting it with familiar sweetness. He smiles, liking that scent, and he slides closer against the curve of Cass' body. Those hands on his face, however briefly they had stayed, have left him so very eager for more. He leans forward, elbows on the bar, and then his eyes tick over that scar on Cass' cheek.

He wonders how it got there, but even more than that, he thinks about pressing his lips to it. Then he thinks about pressing his lips to Cass', and his eyes drop down to trace that smile. That voice, and that accent warm his blood, and he finds himself smiling. He could listen to takes like this all night. He shakes his head. ]

I have never been. It is...where men explore, yes? Those islands, new places just being discovered. But I would love to see it. Islands and strange people without kings...

[ He laughs, and then reaches up, running his fingers against the edge of Cass' lapel. ]

You do not much like royalty, do you? I cannot blame you. What terrible creatures we must seem, hiding in our castles and seeing so little of the world. I would like to see it as you do. It sounds beautiful.

[ His hand slides up, fingertips teasing at Cass' neck. Rafa's fingers are cool to the touch, and Cassidy's skin feels heated beneath them. He shivers, and takes another careful drink. ]

[ rafa's fingers are a night breeze against his neck. not the night breezes he's used to in the caribbean, which are still unbearably balmy at times, but the ones he's grown accustomed to in the milder climate of eudio. the ones he used to know in england, when the leaves started to change and the fields turned gold. the kind that send a tremor down his spine. the idea that rafa might not be human after all seems increasingly likely.

but a breeze never made his blood run so warm, tingling beneath the surface of his skin. ]

Aye, explore they did, though now their primary concern be transporting all the region's riches back to Spain. [ he grins against the rim of his glass before taking another drink, and doesn't comment further about how intimate a knowledge he has of said riches or their transport.

as he sets his glass back down, his demeanor shifts a fraction of an inch. anyone else might not notice it, but rafa's senses are keener than most. on the outside, cassidy's smile remains in place, even if it's a little tighter at the corners. ]

To own the truth, I dislike any governing power what abuses those beneath them, [ he says, with perhaps more candor than he intended. realizing his misstep, he shifts back to center, his smile returning to the easy one of a moment ago. ] However, the royalty I've met in this place seem to be of a different stock than those whence I'm from. For one, they're much fairer to look upon.

[ watching rafa from the corner of his eye, he downs more of his drink. once he's set it down again, he slides his hand over rafa's to see if it's as cool to the touch as it seemed a moment ago. ]

Have you visited the beaches here? They're not the Spanish Main, but they've a certain loveliness of their own.

[ that vampires are allergic to sunlight doesn't occur to him.. ]

[ That is an interesting answer. Not all men would dare to rise up against authority like that, yet Cassidy did not hesitate. Perhaps he had seen such abuse, or even been victim to it. At any rate, it makes Rafa smile, and feel all the warmer towards the other man. ]

There are some who would do anything to cleave to power. I would prefer to be loved, not feared. Some see no difference.

[ Rafa’s father had been like that. Had being the operative word, since he’s like it no longer. Rafa has no will to be a king like that.

Nor has he will to think much on his father while he’s here. His attention slides easily from the subject. He turns his hand up to meet Cassidy’s, and his fingers will be just as cool as before. He’s been drinking, but it hasn’t warmed him; it’s the wrong kind of drink for that. He moves closer, lowering his tone accordingly.

That question makes him smile. ]

I love the beach. The sand and waves. Of course, the day is barred to me, but at night fewer people go to them, and I can watch the stars in peace. The seaside is my favourite place.

That’s why I like your stories, Captain. The ocean is a tempting place.

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