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🪐 — EDWARD TEACH​  for  izzy !

❛  good man.  it won’t take long.  ❜   his thoughts are not drifting anymore,  all his attention directed towards the man beneath him and the needle held tight between his fingers.  carefully aimed focus wipes the remnants of a silly grin from his lips  —  caused by izzy going utterly still at his command,  so pliant it had made him feel more powerful than standing on deck with eyes on a target soon to be overcome.  and it’s good that he is focused,  because he has absolutely never inked anyone other than himself before.  he should probably take this slow,  but it’s a distant though,  murky,  because he is acting on pure impulse and little else,  and izzy would hardly take kindly to behind treated with kid gloves,  anyway.  so edward leans in,  one hand next to izzy’s head for support,  only to stop again when his growing hair fall across his face.   ❛  one of these days i’m gonna cut ‘em all off.  ❜   empty threat,  they both know it.  edward likes them long,  as annoying as they are sometimes.  leather band snapped in place to keep them from falling forward again,  he can finally begin to work.

he doesn’t take it slow.  doesn’t stop,  even when he has to rework the lines to make sure the ink is well settled,  undeniable and clear for all to see.  x marks the spot.  edward might as well have written his name on izzy’s cheek.   ❛  there you are  —  my first mate.  my izzy.  ❜   he wipes the last drops of blood from his face with a clean cloth imbued with whiskey,  the gesture gentle against surely aching skin.  only then does he have mercy on the other man,  sliding off of him to sit on the bed like a normal person,  before grabbing hold of the bottle of whiskey sitting near his feet and extending it towards izzy first.  he has definitely earned it.  ❛  you alright there, mate?  ❜

     IT FUCKING HURTS,  as he knew it would. he can’t help but hiss out a gasp the first time his skin is pierced, the point perilously close to his eye. his teeth grit together after that  &  his jaw sets into a solid line. izzy wills himself not to flinch as it comes down again  &  again  &  again, no pause between marks. the sting of having his skin opened so that edward can push his mark underneath is overwhelming, drawn out far longer than getting cut in battle. it makes him want to cry  &  scream, to thrash out of his grip.  &  yet the pain is tempered dramatically by edward’s comforting weight pressing down on his hips, keeping him still, his hands unbelievably strong  &  solid as they hold his face in place. his captain sears  &  soothes all at once,  &  izzy drinks it all in indiscriminately, grateful for it all.                                                                  it’s like his entire body can feel the needle, pinpricks rippling all over his skin, almost like drowning.  &  it’s then that izzy realizes he’s forgotten to breathe back in. so he draws air slowly through his nose,  &  the stinging recedes from his lungs, the pain returning in sharp concentration to his face. the ink presses into his skin a little too deep, but izzy is thankful for it still. he would let edward mark his very bones if he asked it.  &  he is also grateful that his teeth are grit so tightly together; there’s no telling what would fall out if he unlocked his jaw now. he just tries to keep breathing, to keep still, to follow his captain’s orders,  &  take what gifts he’s given.              he can’t say how long it goes on, but all at once, the needle is taken away. but edward is still there, even closer than before, his hair pulled back so that izzy can drink in every detail of his face. he’s fucking beautiful like this, his eyes alight as he admires his work. his captain’s voice is sweeter than wine, stronger than whiskey when he calls him mine.  &  izzy can feel a single tear escape the corner of his eye when edward softly cleans his new mark with a cloth.  &  then he’s gone, pulled away to seat himself on the bed near izzy’s feet. it’s too far after being his anchor into his body for so long, the absence of him feeling like punishment. he wants more, wants him back, wants something else  — anything else. would do anything just to feel those hands on him again. but it’s over, the pain  &  pleasure both receding like the low tide.                                                                                          this time, when edward’s voice comes to him, it’s as if he’s far away, or submerged in water, his words distorted by the blood rushing in izzy’s ears.   ❝ i’m fine, ❞  he finally manages, prying his jaw open. it aches after so long clenched together. a trembling hand reaches for the offered bottle, though a drink sounds far less sweet than a taste of edward’s feral smile. still, he pulls himself upright enough to lean on an elbow  &  take a long swig, the burn in his throat far more familiar than the sting of a fresh tattoo. the pain may fade, but the ink will be there forever.  &  the thought brings a grin to his face, broad  &  a litle wild as he locks eyes lock with edwards. ❝ well then, how do i look ? ❞