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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'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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