ㅤ 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 –—— not fate. he is 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 of his own destiny , and all headings point in one direction : to 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

ㅤ he's taken to the rum — don't tell elizabeth.

/ I can often be found lurking as well, though it may appear otherwise. I’d love to write with you when you have some time, if you’re interested!

/ Yes! Do you prefer to plot first or improvise?

/ Fine by me! I can write a starter later today then.

ㅤ . . . 𝘯𝘰 ?

ㅤ does she not 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 him ? she must know , no drink could harden his heart toward her .

ㅤ a bottle drifts in the water, carried by the tide to the one who holds his heart, ◜ ' 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ. inside, a message —— 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔; 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆. — 𝒘.

ㅤ then she should know the rum will do his temper no harm . he is of the opinion that the drink itself is not vile , but that it does reveal the vileness in men . in which case , disposing of the drink is unnecessary . aye ?

ㅤ the sun reflected in her eyes, its light diminishing with every passing moment as the sun began its descent beneath the waves. sweeping away her tears, his voice shook with the effort of holding back his own. ❛ don't say that. i do know peace. with 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❜

ㅤ his hand stung with the cold left behind as she retreated from him. no, he didn't see. all he had ever done was to be at her side, and now she was pushing him away. he would not go so easily. ❛ a life without you is not a life worth living. ❜

/⠀⠀we’ve missed you ! 🥺