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Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR This couldn't be right. No, not at all. Jasna blinked her right eye before tilting her head in confusion. The ship had been at the end of the south dock, hadn't it? So where was it now? To make sure, Jasna rested her hands on her hips and glanced around, locating the sign that indicated what dock they were currently on. South dock. Narrowing her eye, she looked back at the empty space, her right foot tapping as her anger flared. If I didn't have to babysit you all the time around wenches we wouldn't be in the mess, Howl! She lifted her right hand, pressing it to the center of her forehead, eye closed, eyebrow strained. What the hell did you think was going to happen when you go chasing women like that, anyway? It's not like you would've gotten enough time to show them how hung you are before we would've left anyway. Jasna was, obviously, jealous opinionated. His small outburst had her biting her tongue. She didn't know how to react to something like that. Her face twisted, and she frowned like she'd never be allowed to frown again. Balled up fists at her sides, she finally shifted to get a good look at his face, her face still showing obvious signs of her aggression and anger. She didn't have time to remind him who was in charge, however, before he was turning on his heels silently and walking. Arching a brow, half confused and half pissed off that he decided to just walk away, she hurried to catch herself up to him. It wasn't just the fact that he had left without her in the middle of an argument - what she deemed was an argument, anyway - but he had also started to walk off without her in a place like this. Even if Jasna was skilled with a weapon, that didn't mean she wanted to put up with the reasons why wielding a weapon was in her best interest. Where are you walking off to now? Although she didn't mean it to sound snippy, she had a small feeling it might have sounded that way. Her hands patted down her hips before she dug around in the front of her shirt, searching for her pouch of coins. Pulling it out, she started to count the pieces within the material, hoping she'd have enough to cover whatever the hell Howl decided to make her pay for.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

Howl kept his temper in check as he walked, knowing she was trailing behind him. He could hear the angry click of her boots against the paving stones and he just wanted to shove her up against a wall and get her to shut up. And other things with her mouth. But now was not the time to be thinking that as much as it was much more appealing than being angry with her and himself. He had lost track of time trying to get her to admit her attraction to him, what with all the fantasies crawling around in her head, but no! The stubborn wench just had to refuse to even say anything other than he was a crazy bastard. As if it wasn't true! He didn't stop walking until he was near the edge of the tavern and he heard her pulling out her coin bag and counting all the coins she had. He actually had a well of cash hidden in his armor, but he didn't bother telling her that. She could pay for his drinks. This was her damn fault! Rubbing his face, he turned abruptly and put his hand over her hand with the coins and stared her hard in the face, bending down a bit to do so. Put your money away. He glanced to his left with just his eyes, pinpointing a hunched figure with too sharp eyes glancing their way. He said nothing else, but instead kissed her mouth and stroked her hair as if to soothe her troubles away, but it was an act for the potential robber, as much as he enjoyed kissing his red-haired goddess. Breaking the kiss, he took her hand, still clutching the money between them as he walked them towards the tavern. He had the feeling they were going to be followed so the tavern was a good idea.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR She had been walking fine, doing her counting silently in her head, it being just enough of a distraction that some of her anger died down. It flared back up when she felt Howl grab her hand, however. Jasna almost pulled her hand from his, until he told her to put it away. Blinking, she looked at him with a blank expression, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. It wasn't until she saw the hunched over shadow that she finally realized what he was doing. Of all things, though, she hadn't expected him to kiss her. It caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn't do anything but stand there. Figuring that this was an act, she melted slightly into him, kissing him back after closing her eye. Discreetly, she enjoyed his touch and kiss while it lasted, and got rid of her smile before it even surfaced after he had grabbed her hand and started to lead their walking. Jasna's eye glanced up at Howl's face - what she could see of it, anyway - and it narrowed. She was trying to figure him out. Was she supposed to play along with this for a while, or had it just been a reason to keep the person following them at bay? Her fingers twisted a little against his, clenching more against him as well as her bag of coins, and she thought about what kind of a fit she'd get into if some scum bag got a hold of her hardly earned money. But between her and Howl, she knew no one would get far with the bag, if they even got their fingers close to touching it. She kept herself silent for the rest of the walk, not wanting to say anything and ruin any plans he had made up in his head about their relationship to the public around there. Instead, she kept an eye on things, scouting around, trying to seem like she belonged there, even with the extra weight and pressure of not knowing anyone else but Howl. Once the Tavern was in a much better walking distance, Jasna started to walk a little faster, pulling on Howl's arm to make him pick up the pace as well. It was starting to feel like they had more than just one person following them. It didn't matter how tough Jasna believed she was her paranoia was a weakness that would never go away.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

Are you stupid? He pulled her close as they came upon the Tavern, sliding between drunkards, buxom babes, and yelling parties of people. He wasn't one for the noise, but he did like how some people got loose with their tongues and gave him valuable information without even realizing it. It was part of the reason Karita had hired him he could discretely gather information. He managed to find them a table that was in view of the door and he sat her down, being a proper gentleman about the whole thing. He leaned close to whisper in her ear. The faster you run, the more they chase. Sit the fuck down and look gorgeous. He took a few coins from the purse and deliberately slid the purse into her cleavage with a sly grin that fit his face much better than the determined look that had been there earlier. He could see the men who had been tailing them looking about the heavily clustered room. Howl wasn't a hard person to miss and Jasna was one of the rare beauties seen in these parts. Red hair was very, very rare here. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered. We better find a place to stay for the night after we have a drink.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR Yes, Howl. I'm stupid. was all Jasna flatly muttered to his absurd question. She knew where he was coming from, but that didn't mean he had to degrade her about it. Keeping to him the best she could through the small groups of people, unaware that her grip on his hand was strict from her unease. Her surroundings weren't ideal for Jasna, as she liked to be in more secluded and private places, but she did her best to hide her discomfort and disgust for the tavern. Right now, it was the only thing they had, and she preferred it inside than out. A very large roll of her eye was displayed as she crossed her right leg over her left. Her jaw tightened when she felt the pressure in her cleavage. Glancing down, Jasna bit her cheek, her eye slowly looking up to Howl's face. If looks could kill... Crossing her arms over her chest while he leaned into her ear, she closed her eye, a look of distrust on her face. She listened to his words, however, and tried to make sure she didn't look too out of her girlfriend part, but to also show Howl he wouldn't get away with everything. Then why don't you go find directions to an Inn, or something, honey ? Her tone was brisk, and she pursed her bottom lip into a frowning pout, looking at him through a narrow slit in her eye. Her face untwisted quickly, a bar wench finally strolling up to greet and begin to serve their alcohol needs. She was perky, with dirty blond hair, and a voice that almost irritated Jasna enough to give up their cover and start a blood bath. She held herself throughout the entire encounter, however, ordering herself a strong vodka. After Howl ordered his drink, and she skipped off to retrieve their order, Jasna sunk down in her seat, resting her head on the table's top for a moment. I don't know how long I can stay in a place like this. My intelligence level is going to decrease. After a moment, she shot up and looked at Howl, a look of horror on her face. I sound just like Avarien! For fuck-
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

Mind your mouth. People are already staring at you. He commented, seeming to slip into a different mask than the one he had been wearing earlier. He looked pleasantly amused but with clever eyes, scanning the faces of the people, his hearing caught snatches of conversation and most of them had to do with Jasna's hair and Howl. Someone in here was a brothel owner and wanted her on display, others simply wanted to touch the strands. Some didn't want to talk- at least not with their mouths. Howl was the only thing standing between them. He had been in this port a few times and he was pretty well-known even for his short visits. He could see some of the men at the bar eying his armor and wondering how much they could fetch for it. He sighed and rested his chin in his palm before smiling at Jasna's comment. He would find them a place to stay, no problem. I'll have...a Boxer on the rocks. He ordered politely, knowing the woman would know the drink in question. It was the only drink he ordered when he came to this port and he knew the bartender would soon make his way to the owner and inform them of the drink choice. He would have them set for the night in no time. Leaning close to Jasna from across the small table, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers and played with it gently. If he had been a regular man, he would court her properly. If he had been a regular man, he would have introduced her to his family and offered to marry her and give her all the things he wanted. But he wasn't a regular man. His family was dead, he didn't know how to court, and he was crazy. But that was why he intrigued her. As much as it hurt in a way to be only interesting because of his craziness, he was...content with her affections. He always wanted to have her attention. Will you forgive me? I'll make it up to you by getting you a luxurious washroom to bathe in. I'll even give you a massage and be a gentleman about it.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR It felt as though Jasna was a child, and not receiving anything she wanted. She didn't like feeling like a child, but basically being told to hold her tongue made her feel just a little embarrassed. Who did Howl think he was, anyway? She was the one in charge of him, not the other way. Her eye glared at him, crossing her arms tighter against her chest, doing everything she could to prevent herself from making a larger scene. Of course, she was almost completely oblivious to the conversations going about, and even if she had an idea, she couldn't care less. If someone tried anything, she didn't have to worry about lifting her sword- though that didn't mean she wouldn't, anyway. Her attention turned to Howl when he started to play with a few strands of her hair, her eye looking from his lips up to his eyes. It was odd, for him to show this kind of affection out in the public, though Jasna had a small feeling some of it was coming from the crowd around them. She tried to read his thoughts as he sat there silently, her eyebrows pulling together with concentration. For a moment, she braced herself for something awful to happen Howl arranging for them to get left behind, or something unacceptable like that. Instead, what she got was what sounded like a plead for forgiveness. Arching a brow, she looked blankly at him before shifting in her chair, pulling her crossed legs apart, only to redo the sitting position with her opposite leg. How do I know you're not playing me with this gentlemen act? She asked in a hushed tone, leaning in closer to him against the table to keep the conversation secure. After catching one of the women near the bar glance over at Howl, Jasna leaned her left hand on his knee, almost too quick to send a message to her. Instead, she played it off like she was trying to manipulate answers from him, her fingers clenching and slightly shifting against his leg. How do I know for sure that you wont pull anything once I'm naked?
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

Tell me how many women you've seen in this town that have red hair. It seemed like an odd request but it suited the mood at the same time. He was making it known that she was his woman and that no one was allowed to touch her. Ever. Most of the men in the tavern had been scolded by their wives or fiances, but they still looked in wonder. His hair coloring was also unique and he was an attractive man, but women like her were an exotic treat. Most of the women in the tavern had tan skin and dark or fair hair- but none came close to red. The few women with red hair had been surrounded by men who were their guards. But that had been at the other end of the port. The rich part. Because I am a man of my word. If you do not wish me to touch you inappropriately or enter the bath with you, I won't. However, that won't keep me from looking or commenting. He grinned lightly, showing off his lost boyishness. Her hand upon his leg was a surprise but he liked it, feeling a bit of possession in her touch. He wondered who had been looking in his direction. He couldn't help but smile. She was jealous but wouldn't admit it. Adorable. He would admit-if she asked- if he was jealous of the looks thrown her way and he would, freely and very openly admit it if just to piss her off. Even if he was telling the truth. Soon their drinks were brought over and a note was tucked against his napkin. He nodded at the bar wench before she scurried off for her duties. His drink was almost black with two cherries floating amongst the ice. He sipped it, flavoring the cold flash right before the punch of heat that seared his throat deliciously. Such a wonderfully potent drink. Too bad it couldn't get him drunk.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR Luckily, boyish grins and perverted comments were what Jasna was used to dealing with. She liked it when he was more like himself. Not because she enjoyed the attention though she didn't mind it half the time, but because it was what she was used to, so dealing with him and reading him was a lot easier. When he pulled this gentlemen act, however, it was a lot more chaotic and Jasna usually didn't know where to start looking to read his thoughts, or mood. Of course, she'd never admit to Howl that she liked his perverted, immature side a lot better than his serious and chivalry-filled one. Not that there was much room to think beyond that about his personality, though. Jasna's mind was soon lost in lingo, thinking about the last time she had received a massage, and gotten a really good bath. Her entire body was tingling with the thought of getting pampered as much as that, and silently, she scolded herself for trying to keep her pride in tact. She didn't have time to return his comment with a snarky one of her own before her fingers were lacing around her glass and tipping it to her lips. The vodka filled her nostrils first, giving her a flash of a sting, before her throat felt it next. The heat ran all the way down, and into her stomach, but it didn't last long. Taking another mouthful, Jasna set it down to pace herself, knowing that she hadn't eaten much that morning. Getting drunk in a situation like this would be very bad. Or... would it make things easier? Pulling her hand off his leg, she glanced down at the tray, slowly tilting her head when she spotted something she didn't expect to be there. Howl, pointing and looking down at the note, she tilting her head gently to the side. What's that?
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

This? He tugged the note out from in between their napkins and held the little piece of paper between his dexterous fingers. He had it open and he looked it over, smiling devilishly as he tipped the note towards her prying eyes. The look on her face was adorable innocently imploring what he had. He was glad to be able to deliver the news since it would make her mouth drop open. He always did like knowing how wide her mouth could go. This is directions as well as an invitation to one of the ritzy Inn in the East Quarter, which is about a half hour walk. Basically, we get a free hotel room complete with room service that you can use at your disposal. It wasn't free, exactly. But it would be for her. He, on the other hand, had a man to murder that was worth more than that room and service combined for three months. Oh, and of course he had to make it look like an accident. At least he knew he always had work to look forward to whenever he decided to make port. Granted, it had been at least half a year since he had been back here, but he wasn't a hard person to miss, if the right people were looking for him. Maurice, the man who owned the inn, needed someone taken care of, and he would compensate Howl for any expenses as well as make sure they were comfortable until their ship came back- which wouldn't be for about two weeks. They were set all he had to do was kill a councilman. Jasna never had to know.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

JASNA VON SEGUR Narrowing her eyes, Jasna leaned her elbows on the table in front of her, leaning most of her wait into it, hands still clasped around her drink. How do you know that? You haven't even opened it. Arching a brow, she stared him down, her eye narrowing. It was obvious she was trying to figure it out, because things just didn't seem to be connecting, but what could she really find out by assuming? If Howl didn't tell her, she'd have no idea. And, considering it was Howl, she didn't think he'd tell her, no matter how pretty her please was pronounced. Taking another sip of her glass, she set it down afterward, mentally telling herself to let it sit for a little longer before she took another mouthful. The idea of having a room free of charge, with anything else she wanted along with it, was too good to pass up, however. It didn't matter how rough edged Jasna was. Anyone could enjoy indulging in something like that. It had been years since she had even seen the lobby of an Inn, let alone got herself a room. Not to mention, anything in the East Quarter had been said to be expensive and high in rank. The thought of staying in a place like that compared to her cabin sounded like Heaven. Just for a little while, at least. Her cabin was hers, and she was very comfortable in it, but her cabin wouldn't be as large, or as filled with luxury. Normally, she didn't care about such things, but Howl's comment earlier about a massage and a bath had gotten her mind working. So you show up in port, and without even talking to someone, you get handed a free walk into an Inn, all expenses paid for. It wasn't a question, and the expression on her face made it clear that she was just thinking out loud. I don't know who's dick you sucked for that kind of service, but right now, I don't wanna know. What I do want, Taking another mouthful of her vodka, despite telling herself 'no', she gave the place a quick sweep of her eye before looking back at Howl. Is that massage.
Thread: A Pirate's Fucked Up Love [Harri x Hahvy]

Everyone has their secrets, Jasna. Perhaps one day, I'll tell you one of mine involving this port. For a price. He grinned devilishly at her, including a sly wink as he watched her gulp down her alcohol. He wasn't a fan of the taste, unless it lingered in someone's mouth. Something about the heat and mixture of flavors made it tasty. He listened to her speak, ever aware of the people around them. The people who had been following them were standing outside, just waiting for them to come out. He could sense them, feel their fantasies drifting around in their skulls of the things they wanted to do to Jasna after they had killed him. He could barely contain his need to kill, destroy, and dominate those men. She belonged to him. Even if it was just an act, he wasn't playing. All right. Lets go then. He stood up, putting the few coins on the table for the waitress. He finished his drink in one final swig and set it on the table before holding out his hand for Jasna to take. If she accepted it or not was up to her until he took her him himself and pulled her flush against his body for a moment. He grinned down at her before leaning in close, almost as if he was going to kiss her before he pulled back and gently led her through the crowd of people to the outside world. He entered the minds of the men waiting for them outside and played out their fantasy of catching them before it changed into a nightmare and screams soon erupted. He had saved them time and energy since a swarm of people came outside to assess the situation. Once they were far enough, he released his hold on their minds and escorted his Fair Lady towards the East Quarter.