//Yeah... I hadn’t even thought of that but now that I am I see it really works.
//and yeah. Cinna does genuinely love people, and this feeling of them being his is one that grows. Like I imagine he becomes friends with Nantale as he is ‘his friend’, but he knows Nantale has other friends too (“it’s what makes him so wonderful.. he has made friends with everyone in the Pyres!” *sighs in spanish*) but like eventually that grows and develops into a sort of best friendship kinda and then on Cinna’s half, love. Nantale May develop a little something, but it is nothing more than a boyish crush for a while, and he forgets his feelings after a particularly bold advance from Cinna (let’s say he tries to kiss Nantale once and Nantale goes like “umm.. no, this doesn’t feel right I don’t think i’m ready for a relationship the Pyres need me to be focused right now big missions and all” and Cinna is a bit taken back at this but he eventually goes “you know what that’s okay Nantale I understand the crew is very important to you” but in the back of his mind he’s thinking “Nantale just isn’t ready yet. That means I have to step back a little and give him air and he will be mine, no sweat. I just have a bit more waiting to do” because he genuinely loves Nantale and doesn’t want him uncomfortable, (depending on the time he still might be a girl physically, which would definitely play into that) but after that and maybe half a year - a year or so later Cinna tries again and this time Nantale straight up goes “no, I don’t want this. I am not interested in you and I apologize for confusing your feelings” this is when Cinna snaps like “but you’re mine! You have to be, you have no choice, you’re mine.” And kidnaps Nantale and.. yeah.....
(Also the condition I gave Isma is no way based on any research like zero. Well actually John Watson’s limp in BBC Sherlock but that’s it yo. Feel free to correct me on everything because I did no research I thought it would be interesting bc what Nantale did would have an actual consequence on someone he used to care about)
Good night, even though you’re already asleep *slides under your bed*
Nantale Bou, ft Dar’eme
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Dar’eme gave a light nod to Cinna, her gesture saying ‘thank you’ to the man. With that she left the room, closing the door silently as to not disturb the new found peace.
Nantale smiled to Dar’eme as she left, something that quickly faded, though not because he was sad. Everything he did was exhausting work to him, even breathing seemed a hassle at times, but he knew he couldn’t give up on that regard. The boy grew silent just as Cinna did, and nearly fell back asleep. However, the man spoke, and Nantale found an excuse to stay awake other than the promise of a warm drink and more pillows.
“Yeah.. ‘specially Dar’eme. She’s so nice.” He sighed, a weak smile returned to his face. He turned his head to face Cinna, his eyes not really looking up to meet him, but rather focused on the small bookshelf in the corner of the room.
“And the others like me lots too.. Some of ‘em I don’t know why they stay. Like.. Nyin. She hates it here, and Myv.. who... also hates being here, but more inside..”
He paused for a long moment, thinking of Cinna’s second statement. Honestly, he didn’t think he truly deserved such love from nearly everyone in the group. Nantale knew he has done many terrible things - killing people, stabbing his own sister, stealing.. And recent events bubbled up too with these thoughts - how he nearly drowned Finn numerous times in the handful of days they knew each other, and how he had drowned three guards right in front of him, knowing how he felt. The captain’s stomach twisted at the thoughts, and the beginnings of tears formed in his eyes.
“An’ yeah.. I guess.. ‘m no hero though.. just a captain of a ship ‘s all really. I just happen to lead a group of thieves and have magic powers..” he chuckled at the thought, but instant regretted it as his side seared with pain and his stomach ached. A low groan came from Nantale because of it.
“‘m fine.. just.. hurts is all..”
Isma Westley, Eldest of Lord Westley
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Before the Bloody Widow was allowed to take off, a small but elegantly crafted carriage had arrived on the docks, parked just before the pier. The first person from the convoy was a guard, calling up to those on the ship; specifically, those leading the hunt.
“Lord Moray! Lady Emma! An urgent message from the High Lord Westley!” The guard waited until both of those he named appeared on the ship’s dock before continuing.
“I apologize at the sudden call, but mi’lord has requested his eldest daughter accompany you in your voyage! He did not specify why that is himself, but said she would explain once the ship has parted.”
Westley did this often, issue orders last minute or with very little warning. It was common so much so it was sometimes a game for those he had in his court. It shouldn’t have been a shock to Moray, but then again, this move was a drastically close call - they were about to set sail.
It was then the carriage door opened again, and two people of vastly different rankings stepped out. The first was the Princess’ retainer judging by the niceness of her outfit, who held the door for the lady herself. Isma wore a red dress different from that of the one she wore in the throne room, darker in color, shorter in length, and just slightly simpler in design. The two made their way to the ship and up the wobbly gangplank to meet the captain and his.. what could be called, assistant.
“Lord Moray, it is simply a pleasure to join you on your quest to retrieve my beloved sister.” Isma stated, spreading the fabric of her dress with gloved hands in a curtsy to the man. “And of course to.. you.. as well Emma-Louise Lacey.”
The servant that accompanied Isma gave a bow to the two as well, but said nothing. She stayed to the left of the princess at an oddly close distance, a cane in her hands. This retainer was not only Isma’s servant and protector, but also aided her in travel, as the woman has a limp and many a time grows weak from standing. The reason: Nantale. Two years ago, when Nantale stabbed Isma, he did so in her pelvis and legs in a fit of rage, nearly paralyzing her because of it. The healers were able to stop the blood and fixed her enough so that she may walk, but the damage he ended up doing permanently ruined her ability to walk properly.
