six sentence sunday
Jun. 26th, 2022 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kindkitThis may be the last one for this WIP, as it approaches being actually, finally done!
Under the cut, Ed tells Stede about his tattoos. And stuff.
"Not much to tell about most of them. That was the first one, the mermaid. I'd been at sea for about two minutes. Got it in the first port we resupplied at, because I wanted everyone to know I was a real sailor."
"How old were you?"
Ed shrugged. "No beard yet. More a kid than a man. I dunno exactly how old I am."
He was getting used to those moments when Stede's forehead would crinkle up in surprise at something in Ed's life that he hadn't even imagined. It went both ways. He almost hadn't believed it when Stede said he'd had a servant just to help him dress. "I think we're about the same age. And I turned forty-seven a couple of months ago."
"The numbers don't mean a lot to me, to be honest. Forty-six, forty-seven, it's not much difference. It's not like compass points. I know I'm getting old, because my knee tells me. I know I was a kid then, because of the beard and because I was just at that stage where you want to wank all the time."
Stede turned prettily red in the afternoon light. "My father got our physician to talk to me. I was told that self-abuse would enfeeble me until I went mad and died."
Under the cut, Ed tells Stede about his tattoos. And stuff.
"Not much to tell about most of them. That was the first one, the mermaid. I'd been at sea for about two minutes. Got it in the first port we resupplied at, because I wanted everyone to know I was a real sailor."
"How old were you?"
Ed shrugged. "No beard yet. More a kid than a man. I dunno exactly how old I am."
He was getting used to those moments when Stede's forehead would crinkle up in surprise at something in Ed's life that he hadn't even imagined. It went both ways. He almost hadn't believed it when Stede said he'd had a servant just to help him dress. "I think we're about the same age. And I turned forty-seven a couple of months ago."
"The numbers don't mean a lot to me, to be honest. Forty-six, forty-seven, it's not much difference. It's not like compass points. I know I'm getting old, because my knee tells me. I know I was a kid then, because of the beard and because I was just at that stage where you want to wank all the time."
Stede turned prettily red in the afternoon light. "My father got our physician to talk to me. I was told that self-abuse would enfeeble me until I went mad and died."
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Date: 2022-06-27 05:31 am (UTC)Congrats!
I really love this bit - Ed having such different markers for his life from Stede, from tattoos to aches and pains. (And I got a good chuckle at that last line.)