Medieval Hearts(P)

ooc: ugh yes I’m so sorry I should have checked!

Dante watched her strut off, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again, knowing that she’d either ignore him, or wouldn’t be able to hear him altogether by the time he actually said something. So, he looked around the kitchen for a long moment before lumbering out on the deck and parking himself by the entrance to the boat, not about to let any stupid solider get on the ship, not when his princess was there.

And she’s making pies… he thought with a little grin before pulling out his new ball of yarn and needles and just looking at them, wondering how in the h*ll he was supposed to make a jacket for a baby out of the string in front of him. But I’m gunna do it. For Sophie. For the babe.

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Solomon, from his perch up at the crow’s nest, saw Jax’s typical strut across the deck and smirked, rolling his eyes before slipping gloves on and then grabbing a rope, sliding down just in time to catch the door to the hold behind her as she tried to slam it shut.

“Good gosh, Princess, what’s got your panties in a twist?” he asked with a smirk, leaning up again he door once he made it in to her quarters, watching her with a raised eyebrow. He snorted when he saw her pulling out the sewing, about to make a comment about her being a good little princess and all that, before e saw the scowl across her face and he frowned, taking a step further into the cabin and then letting the door shut behind him.

“Princess? I promise, I didn’t mean to anger you, or ay least any more than usual…” he muttered after a second, watching as she angrily stabbed at the fabric, really praying she didn’t turn that anger onto him. He watched for another second, concerned now, before he looked at her and added, “Can you tell me what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing, you have your not-happy face on>” he finished, not even bothering to think about the fact that he knew her different faces at this point.

Solomon heard her tone and he frowned, the little, tiny warble in her voice, the warble that was from her trying to hide her feelings instead of not being strong enough to bother, telling him exactly what he had known. She was upset, and, thanks to her words, he also knew that she wasn’t going to tell him why. He frowned, considering, for a moment, demanding her to tell, though he dismissed the thought a second later, knowing it would do him no good.

“If I promise not to act ’til we leave the port, Jax, would you tell me?” he asked after a moment, moving closer to her and then just sitting in the rough chair that someone had put into her room. He watched her sew for a second, his shoulders tensing up as hers relaxed, the mystery of what was making her upset making him more uptight. He didn’t like it when people messed with the girl. Only I can mess with her. he thought with a little grumble before looking at her again.

“I give y’my word, that I won’t do anything. I’ll just stay here, sittin’ with you. I just want to make sure that yer not upset for longer than y’have to be.” he finished softly, looking at her with hope in his eyes, though he smiled slightly when he saw that her sewing was slowly returning to its usual perfect stitching. A little better… he thought, though he was still determined to figure out what was getting her upset.And then kill it as soon as possible.

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN FOUR DAYS ALREADY IM SO SORRY I KEEP BEING LIKE OH YEAH ILL RESPOND IN A BIT AND NOW ITS BEEN FOUR DAYS AAHHH. I am so sorry.

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Solomon’s frown only deepened when her eyes met his, though it was no fault of that perfectly clear gaze of hers, but rather the fault of the storm of emotions behind her blue eyes. He watched for just a moment before looking away, his eyes instead managing to catch the slight tremble in her fingers, and that just made him mad. Nobody gets to make her upset except for me. he thought with a grumble, moving so that he could cross his arms over his chest in irritation.

“I don’t want to know once we leave, then I can’t do anything to fix the problem.” he grumbled, glaring at her for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Not okay. I want to know now, and I want to go out and kill it. I’m the only one allowed to make you irritated or angry or whatever is going on here.” he grumbled with a huff, narrowing his eyes at her for a moment before leaning back again and shaking his head.

“Y’er part of my crew, now. I’d do this for any of m’men. Except for Johnson.” he added almost defensively, as if doubting why he was so invested, though by the end he was snickering. “Th’man’s scared of spiders, he is, so every time we find one, we go up and show him.” he added, getting briefly distracted before remembering what the problem was and scowling again, turning back to her just in time to see her blush, his eyes growing confused. What?

“I want to know th’problem.” he finished a second later, though his voice was softer now, for, though he was still as concerned as he was moments before, he was now quite distracted by the task of trying to figure out what the h*ll had made her blush as deeply as she was. For once, he hadn’t made any sexual innuendo, and so, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it was. Women… he scoffed to himself, though he still couldn’t dismiss the thought.

“Nobody will get hurt. I’ll just jump off the ship for a wee moment, kill the problem, and then get back on board before we shove off. It would be perfect.” Solomon grumbled, though, from the very beginning he knew he wasn’t going to get his way. He never did when she used that nickname. Which he hated, of course, but maybe it was starting to grow on him, just a little bit. But only because of the way she smiled when she said it.

When she declared her stubbornness once again in what he suspected was her trying to give him advice, though he blatantly refused it, he gave a grumble and crossed his arms, clerkly just pouting at this point. “I can do whatever I want to do, I am the king…” he muttered, though he looked over at her and, after another exasperated second, flopped back onto the chair and looking up at her with a grimace.

“Y’know that, if you don’t tell me anything, I’m not going to be able to fix th’problem, right?” he asked after a moment, because sometimes she forgot the small stuff like that. Like how her feeding all the carrots to the men in a soup meant there were none left to cut up later as gambling chips during their poker games. “It’ll just be hanging there, forever, and we won’t be able to fix it…" he continued in his one last attempt to get her to tell.

Solomon frowned when he heard her snort, looking at her indignantly and recrossing his arms over his chest. “I am not a spoiled brat.” he muttered defensively, though he felt the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, because she looked so smug when she said it. Which she had no right to be, but it was still endearing. Somehow.

“I am the king, I should get what I want.” he added, though when he saw the relaxed look in her eyes he just groaned and let his head fall back over the chair, relaxing himself in a defeated pose. He knew that she wasn’t going to give in and tell him anymore, which he thought was a stupid decision, but clearly she was sticking to her stubbornness. Which was stupid. But he’d come to expect that of her.

He only looked back up when he heard her moving out of the hammock, his eyes growing wide as she strutted past him, scrambling slightly in his chair before following after her, giving a little breath of relief when he saw her on the stairs, and not close enough to the deck that any bypasser could see her.

“If there really is a problem, sweetheart, then you should probably stay in your cell. Can’t have you wandering up and about if someone comes on board. You’d get in the way off all the big men who are doing the REAL fighting.” he muttered when she finally sat down, knowing that it'd get her just the littlest bit irritated, and that was all he needed. He wanted things back to normal- the gentle concern of earlier was weirding him out. He leaned up against the wall after another second, as if he hadn’t just been running after her to make sure that she stayed safe, picking at his nails with a knife for god knows what reason.

“Although, I mean, if I were you, I’d make sure that I didn’t go TOO far. Because then you’d miss just how sexy I look when I fight. And I know the ladies just LOVE that part.” he added with a chuckle before playfully flexing his arm, moving past her little secret once he knew that he wasn’t going to get it from her. “You wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to admire me being brave and daring and attractive and all. And, trust me. When I'm fighting? I am SO daring."

ooc; hey girl! I'll respond to this as soon as possible, but I'm actually going into surgery (on my knee) in about six hours, and I need some sleep. I'll try to respond soon, but depending on how I'm feeling it may be a little while. I promise I'm not ignoring on purpose. Thank you!

“I say you can’t fight.” he announced, looking at her for a moment before slowly leaning forward, pleased by the irritation he could hear in her voice. I can still piss her off. Perfect. he thought, pleased that he could annoy her even after all the time they had spent together. After leaning forward just enough for it to be definitely too close, he smirked at her and shrugged.

“Although that’s just me saying it because I can. I’m the king, you’d have to do what I said.” he added, sticking his tongue out playfully at her before he leaned back again. Although she really shouldn’t fight, he thought a moment later, mentally hitting himself at the fact that even among the teasing rut they were finally getting back into he somehow managed to ruin it with- god forbid- concerned thoughts. That shoulder isn’t all the way healed, and I know she’s still compensating for it sometimes. I can’t have her getting hurt again…

Luckily for him, before he could delve too far into the land of actual feelings, he heard her last comment and he snorted. “Right. Yeah. Me, not pretty? that’s impossible. Look at me.” he announced as he playfully leaned back, striking the pose the women always did at the bar when he entered, smirking at her a moment later and then batting his eyes a million times, grinning at her at the end.

“Sweetheart, I am the picture of pretty. And maybe I only don’t look so cute when I’m fighting because i look manly instead.” he finished, sticking his tongue out at her, trying his hardest not to grin through the look, especially when she poked him in the chest. Hahah she hates me… he thought with a smug grin, though he knew their hate was a whole lot less like real hate than it should have been..

Haha. She laughed. I win. Solomon thought, a smug grin stretching across his face when he heard her stifled sound, though his eyes brightened, and he seemed genuinely happier. Maybe it was because he actually was. “I like it when you laugh. You always seem to be so down…’ he muttered softly, unsure if he meant for her to hear it or not, though them she was insulting him and he forgot the comment so that he could, of course, defend his honor.

“My what? My… my mess of a face?!” The king gasped as he looked at her, letting his voice grow louder and louder, loud enough that it could quite easily attract the attention of all the men on board, but nothing further. She knew how to irritate him, sure, how to do the things he hated, but he’d learned how to push her buttons right along with her. It made for some very interesting teasing, he’d give her that.

“My mess of a face is no mess. Not a mess at all. It is beautiful. And, please, darling. As if I need to do any sort of pose to get the ladies. The second I walk into the bar, they all swoon. And I catch them. Every last one of them. And then take the one I like the most to my room.” he announced with a teasing smirk, and though his look was smug, he knew that both of them knew he was exaggerating. Sure, he’d had some rough patches with some sketchy women after Anna died, but before that, he was clean as a whistle. And he definitely wasn’t doing anything now that Jax was on board.

“I’ve just decided that you don’t count as a woman anymore.” he finished with a smirk. ‘That’s the only logical explanation as to why you haven’t melted with desire at being this close to me.” he finished as he teasingly leaned in, letting their heads grow quite close.

ooc: have they kissed yet? I’m so sorry, I totally forget...

“You don’t know my story, Princess.” Solomon called after her, watching her walk off for a long second before smirking and jumping up after her, taking a few quick steps n her direction before catching her hand and, quite pleased with himself that he was able to catch up, gave it a little yank, so that she was twirling into him. He caught her only when she was right up against his chest, his arm behind her back so that she was pressed against him, and then he smirked down at her, raising an eyebrow at their closeness.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he added with a purr a moment later before using their closeness to sweep her into a rapid waltz, amazed at how she seamlessly transitioned with him, even when her eyes were so wide and shocked. I love those eyes… he thought, briefly stumblign in his dancing when he realized what he was thinking, though he forced himself to clear his heand and instead just looked down at her, grinning slightly.

“Maybe I do this with all my men. Maybe I like to waltz with Moose, and Hermann and I snuggle it up at the bar.” he announced before giving her a little twirl, letting go once she’d slowed down, not wanting to force her into too much, nervous that maybe he was pushing it. He liked to push it with her, liked it a lot, but it was hard, because he felt like he was on the constant edge of breaking her, and he knew he’d do it someday. He just prayed that that day was far, far, far into the future.

“Maybe I would get this close to one of my crewmen. Maybe you’re even less special then you think, and I’m like this with all of them.” he finished, sticking out his tongue at her for a teasing second before relaxing back into his usual, smug smirk, watching as she scuttled off into her cell. “I bet you’d be jealous if I told you that was the truth…"