Posts by Steve the ghost

Bill

Ionette, Skellos

Bill looked genuinely confused for a moment, “hear what?” He asked as they continued towards the docks, “what did I say that was so strange?”

Bill

Ionette, Skellos

“I suppose so.” He shrugged, and dropped the subject right then and there.

*WHOOP TIME SKIP A FEW HOURS*

Bill had allowed Skellos to sleep off his hangover where the crew usually slept, and when asked about him, Bill simply said he was a new crew member, and to leave him be for the moment. Now, he sat in his chair in his office running the numbers on how much they made from all their sales. Of sails. Sails sales, if you will.

Bill

Ionette

Bill looked up at Ionette, smiling. That jacket was way to big...but...

He liked when she wore his stuff. He wondered if that was weird. “It’s...healing, I suppose. How’s the dragon? Still with Batt?”

Bill

Ionette

Bill chuckled, placing his hand in hers and gently removing it to hold it. “A bit.” He answered. He knew she didn’t mean to be any bit of condescending, but he WAS a pirate. He’s been shot, tripped, slashed and all sorts of hurt. He willed his pride down though. This was Ionette, she saw pain differently. “But it’s nothing compared to what ol Stan is goin through right now.”

Bill

Ionette

Bill puffed his chest out, “I...suppose I did square off with a dragon...barehanded...and won.” He grinned smugly, letting his ego be stroked. “I pinned the wily beast to the ground after he tried to kidnap my princess.”

*time skip to a few days later*

Bill

It had been a few days since the loss of his daughter, but the brunt of it still pierced Bills chest like an ever shifting, polymorphous dimensional dagger that was always finding new ways to slowly drain the life out of him. He currently stood in the living room by the kitchen, his eyes gone and blood trickling down his face and onto the carpet as his gaunt face produced some expression of veiled anguish.

Bill

Ionette

Bill could think of several ways he’d like to be repaid, and almost all of them made him feel like a complete scum bag. “Hmmmm. A shoulder rub wouldn’t be so bad.~” he smiled cheekily.

Bill, Dipper

Dipper yawned, coming down stairs and entering the living room, only to let out one of the girliest shrieks ever to have resonated in that house. After a bit of breathing, he huffed and marched past Bill into the kitchen to make breakfast. Bill was unmoving. He didn’t even smile or joke about Dipper’s screech. He just...stared forward. Broken.

Bill

Ionette

Bill sighed, leaning into the touches. These were nice. He didn’t get shoulder rubs very often. Usually because there’s no one to give them. Perks of being paired, he supposed happily. He began purring, clicking now and again too.

Bill

Ionette

Bill hummed, gasping as she began to unwind a particularly tight knot. “Nnnnot since...I dunno. Don’t really have anyone around to rub my shoulders.” He sighed, letting his eye close.

Bill, messenger

Ionette

Fastened footsteps sounded outside on the deck, silence, some talking then a there was a knock at the cabin door. Bill looked up, and cocked and eyebrow. He sat up, and called out, “Come in.” The door opened and a young lad, maybe in his late teens came in. “Captain Cipher Sir, a letter from St. Kitts for you.” Bill nodded and waved the boy to come closer. The young man nervously approached and laid the letter on the desk. Bill reached into his coat and grabbed a few coins, placing them in the boy’s hand. He bowed, and left quickly, not wanting to overstay his welcome. As the door shut behind him, Bill dropped his cool facade and snatched the letter opener. “It must be from Rose!” He grinned ecstatically.

Dearest Bill,

I hope this letter finds you well. Freddy is getting big, but he has not forgotten you. He always asks if his Daddy has won the war yet. I also heard down the grapevine that the lovely young miss had disappeared. I worried and kept my ears open for so long. Then I heard there was a witch hanging gone wrong, and the details were so extraordinary that I thought it must be her. I hope you did not suffer too much from her disappearance. I know how you get when you lose something. Hopefully you two are back together now. Please write back to confirm or deny my suspicions.

                                    With love,

Rose Marigold

Bill

Ionette

Bill fawned over the letter, reading it out loud. “Oh, sweet Rosie! She wrote to make sure we were ok! What a kind gesture of her. I hope she’s doing well. She mentioned Freddy too! I hope he hasn’t given her too much trouble...” he got out a quill and dipped it in the ink, pulling a clean sheet of parchment and clearing a space on the desk. He leaned forward, away from Ionette’s hands as he threw himself into writing Rose back.

Bill

Ionette

“She hasn’t written in so long! I wonder what’s been keeping her? I hope she didn’t get sick!” He worried, trying to keep from scribbling on the page, “That sweet woman better not have gotten sick. Poor lass already has little Freddy to watch after, I wouldn’t want her to had to have stayed in bed for too long.”

Bill

Ionette

Bill hand froze mid-word, and he sent the feather pen down. He pushed the chair back and stood, walking out to embrace Ionette. “Because I love you. My fascination with Rose is that of a child’s, my cuttlefish.”

Bill

Ionette

“It is not more. It never was. I...I don’t...know how to...explain it quite yet.” Bill looked crestfallen. Did Ionette not... “I never mean to hurt you, guppy...please don’t...” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought less he break his mind with one sentence.

Bill

Ionette

Bill clung to Ionette like his life depended on it. “I will always choose you as my mate. Rose has no competition where romance is concerned,” He clarified. “We traded songs. That means we’re bonded. As sirens were married, on human terms, it isn’t quite the same, but in both ways I have found my match with you. I will never want for another again in my life time. That is the way it is.”

Bill

Ionette

Bill nuzzled Ionette, then thought of something. “And...in case that wasn’t enough for ya, you can always remember that the only marbles getting siren semen on em are yours. Don’t you forget it.” He growled, being a little playful. He figured she might find it funny.

Bill

Ionette

“You tossed em, ergo, they’re your marbles. Kidd didn't want em back anyways.” Bill argued, putting his hands on his hips. Something in the back of his head was nagging at him, but he ignored it for now.

Bill

Ionette

Bill chuckled, nuzzling against Ionette’s head. “Now, I have a letter to write and send off before we leave port. Think you can manage to not be majorly jealous for a few more moments?” He hummed, teasing his shorty.

Bill

Ionette

“I’ll give ya plenty of love later, ya foxy lass. Why don’t ya go check on Skellos or that baby dragon, hmm?” He suggested, grinning. “Someone’s gotta make sure neither of em are burning my ship down.” He winked.