six sentence Sunday

[kindkit]

I have a WIP again, so here's a bit of it. Our Flag Means Death, of course. Ed POV.

Lucius broke away from some kind of kissing game that was occupying him and Pete and about ten other crew and came over, plate in hand. "I saved you a piece."

It was a fine-looking cake, dark with spices, jewelled with fruit, and coated with a white sugar icing. A piratical cake, plunder on a plate. "Ta. So, er, congratulations? Is that what people say at weddings?"

"It's what they said at my sister's. But Stede said, 'I give you joy.'"

"Well, he'd know. I give you joy."

"Thanks. And for taking the watch so Oluwande could be here. That was kind."

"I'm not much for weddings. A good brawl's more my style."

"You'd have liked my sister's wedding, then. Our dad and her husband's dad hated each other."

Comments

[delphi]

I love your Ed voice, but your Lucius is a bonus delight. And aw, is this Lucius and Pete's wedding? (Very on brand to have kissing games at the reception. :D)

[kindkit]

Thank you! Lucius is really fun to write. And yes, it is his and Pete's wedding, because apparently I'm trying to write that fic about marriage/matelotage etc. that I've been thinking about. I finally found a way into it that I thought was interesting rather than stickily sweet, which means I'm writing yet another fic that'll disappoint the "Ed and Stede will be nothing but sunshine and roses and calling each other darling forever" crowd.

[delphi]

Pure enticement to me! I'm rewatching the series right now and appreciating all over again Ed and Stede's sharper edges and places of friction.