[ There's a vague shrug like 'welp, you decided to drink with me and then pretend ur some kinda badass'.
He hears that longing still in his voice, and knows he doesn't want to give up on that dream. Nor should he. Perhaps he's right, but giving up before knowing is defeating in a kind of way she knows Edward's better than. ] Y'don't know that. Givin' up's not in your character, Edward.
[ She lets her foot fall idly, and for a moment regrets snapping at him for that last bit in particular. He knows the deaths don't sit lightly on him, as blindly and recklessly as they were caused. There's a nod of sincerity and a sigh. ] I know you didn't.
[There's a tilt to his head that could look like a drunk lean, but the sharpness to his gaze, the way one corner of his mouth lifts in a self-deprecating smirk says that he's more sober than anything.] Not giving up, mate. Pushing it back until the time's right. I still have the Observatory to find before I go crawling back to Caroline. Might as well have something to show for all of my talk.
[They're still married. She's still his wife, even if she's angry at him. They still love each other, don't they? But the fact that Edward has to ask himself that is... depressing. Telling.]
Good. I'd hate to be an even bigger bastard in your eyes. [Not that what she thinks of him is important. Nope.]
[ It'll never cease to amaze Mary how set he is on that fortune - thinking it's somehow the key to all his problems. ] You don't need riches to hold a woman's love, Kenway.
[ It seems an elementary thing, but she wonders if he's actually aware of it sometimes.
Sighing, Mary rises up, picking up the bottle of rum nearby and taking a good hardy few swigs of it. She never was very ladylike when it came to drinking. Plopping it down in front of Edward, she walks to his side, leaning a hip against the table and lays a hand on his shoulder. ]
I don't think you're a bastard. Only a bit dense. [ A short squeeze there, and she moves away, towards the room the tavern rents out. ] Come on. Got somethin' to show you.
[He almost tells her. He almost lets it slip that he can't go back to his wife until he has that fortune, or his father-in-law will kill him. And Edward has no doubts that Mr. Scott has the connections to do that. Has no doubts about his Templar connection.
He almost tells Mary that he gave his word he'd have a fortune, and Edward doesn't want to go back on his word and seem cowardly. Seem unfit for Caroline's hand, even though this has been detrimental to their entire relationship.
But he doesn't.] Aye, but I need riches to properly care for her in the manner that she deserves. [He wants to provide.
He looks up at her as she stands, bleary eyes squinting at her hand.] Oh, well. I can live with that, at least. [He doesn't even hesitate to stand up, although he wobbles a bit.] Yeah, what's that?
If you've to leave her in a manner she doesn't, though, is it truly worth it?
[ Spoken idly as she turns her back on him, likely not very audible. She's certain there's more to it than that, but she's seen Edward taking more than a few women to bed with him to really make sense. Being separated from her must not be easy, but how much is really solely for his wife?
She waves him along as she heads towards the hallway, leading to the rooms that get rented out, and shoves a shoulder against the one she's claimed for the time they're at port. ]
Couple old maps. I've my hands full with some other interests - not likely to look into 'em anytime soon. [ Turning the key in the door, she pushes it open, allowing Edward to follow in behind her as she goes to a leather satchel dropped on a bedside table, Mary seating herself on the edge of the mattress. A couple scrolls of ancient looking parchment are brought out and passed over to Edward. ] Take a look.
[Edward hears her, but he has no idea how to answer. How does he begin to explain the events that led to his departure from Bristol? He supposes Mary would understand a good portion of it. He loves Caroline truly, but he recognizes now that his soul was meant for adventure, that his true love is the sea and danger and the gold that drips through his fingers.
His eyebrow arches at the mention of maps. Maps could be intriguing.
He takes the scroll she passes to him, sitting heavily down on the edge of the bed without thinking about it. He is, after all, drunk, and it's the closest place to sit. Despite that, however, he has enough presence of mind to carefully unroll what's in his hands.]
[ As he looks over the scrolls, Mary goes about tugging her red bandanna off, removing the hair tie and shifting the corset that holds her chest bound while she's in disguise as James Kidd. She's planning to call it a night soon, and she doesn't have to worry about keeping appearances up around Edward. That's an appreciated thing. ]
In a villa I raided along with some other a few months back.
[ And to be frank, she's never been much to track treasures unless she's in need of the coin. She's comfortable enough as she is at the moment. ]
I'm between ships and got no time to track whatever it leads to at the moment.
[The movement catches his eye, and he glances at her from the corner of it while pretending to still be looking over the map. Her hair falls over her shoulders, and it somehow gives her a softer look. Or maybe he's just that drunk.
He definitely doesn't look away when she begins to mess with her corset.]
Perhaps I could do the tracking for you, in that case. Split the findings fifty-fifty.
[ Welp, that sure is Edward Kenway staring at her chest like it's a pot of gold. Christ, but the man's so predictable, and she's chuckling a little at the reaction, thought not pausing in the action as fingers tug at the lacings of the corset. ]
Sounds fair enough. Somethin' I can help you with, Edward?
[ Spoken pointedly, eyebrows raised. Messing with him could be fun, and really, it's not like he's not attractive, body or personality. Edward's a good man, he just doesn't know it yet. ]
[Edward raises his eyebrows back at her, dragging his gaze slowly back up to hers.]
No, can't say that you can, Mary. [Christ, is she still unlacing herself, though? He looks away, as though he's uncomfortable. As though he's trying to give herself some privacy.
Honestly, Edward doesn't know what he's doing.] You couldn't wait until I left?
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Date: 2013-12-10 04:16 am (UTC)He hears that longing still in his voice, and knows he doesn't want to give up on that dream. Nor should he. Perhaps he's right, but giving up before knowing is defeating in a kind of way she knows Edward's better than. ] Y'don't know that. Givin' up's not in your character, Edward.
[ She lets her foot fall idly, and for a moment regrets snapping at him for that last bit in particular. He knows the deaths don't sit lightly on him, as blindly and recklessly as they were caused. There's a nod of sincerity and a sigh. ] I know you didn't.
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Date: 2013-12-10 06:25 am (UTC)[They're still married. She's still his wife, even if she's angry at him. They still love each other, don't they? But the fact that Edward has to ask himself that is... depressing. Telling.]
Good. I'd hate to be an even bigger bastard in your eyes. [Not that what she thinks of him is important. Nope.]
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Date: 2014-02-08 06:59 am (UTC)[ It seems an elementary thing, but she wonders if he's actually aware of it sometimes.
Sighing, Mary rises up, picking up the bottle of rum nearby and taking a good hardy few swigs of it. She never was very ladylike when it came to drinking. Plopping it down in front of Edward, she walks to his side, leaning a hip against the table and lays a hand on his shoulder. ]
I don't think you're a bastard. Only a bit dense. [ A short squeeze there, and she moves away, towards the room the tavern rents out. ] Come on. Got somethin' to show you.
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Date: 2014-02-08 04:20 pm (UTC)He almost tells Mary that he gave his word he'd have a fortune, and Edward doesn't want to go back on his word and seem cowardly. Seem unfit for Caroline's hand, even though this has been detrimental to their entire relationship.
But he doesn't.] Aye, but I need riches to properly care for her in the manner that she deserves. [He wants to provide.
He looks up at her as she stands, bleary eyes squinting at her hand.] Oh, well. I can live with that, at least. [He doesn't even hesitate to stand up, although he wobbles a bit.] Yeah, what's that?
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Date: 2014-02-12 05:53 am (UTC)[ Spoken idly as she turns her back on him, likely not very audible. She's certain there's more to it than that, but she's seen Edward taking more than a few women to bed with him to really make sense. Being separated from her must not be easy, but how much is really solely for his wife?
She waves him along as she heads towards the hallway, leading to the rooms that get rented out, and shoves a shoulder against the one she's claimed for the time they're at port. ]
Couple old maps. I've my hands full with some other interests - not likely to look into 'em anytime soon. [ Turning the key in the door, she pushes it open, allowing Edward to follow in behind her as she goes to a leather satchel dropped on a bedside table, Mary seating herself on the edge of the mattress. A couple scrolls of ancient looking parchment are brought out and passed over to Edward. ] Take a look.
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Date: 2014-02-20 02:01 am (UTC)His eyebrow arches at the mention of maps. Maps could be intriguing.
He takes the scroll she passes to him, sitting heavily down on the edge of the bed without thinking about it. He is, after all, drunk, and it's the closest place to sit. Despite that, however, he has enough presence of mind to carefully unroll what's in his hands.]
Where is it that you found this?
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Date: 2014-03-01 12:17 am (UTC)In a villa I raided along with some other a few months back.
[ And to be frank, she's never been much to track treasures unless she's in need of the coin. She's comfortable enough as she is at the moment. ]
I'm between ships and got no time to track whatever it leads to at the moment.
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Date: 2014-03-07 07:52 am (UTC)He definitely doesn't look away when she begins to mess with her corset.]
Perhaps I could do the tracking for you, in that case. Split the findings fifty-fifty.
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Date: 2014-03-10 02:43 am (UTC)Sounds fair enough. Somethin' I can help you with, Edward?
[ Spoken pointedly, eyebrows raised. Messing with him could be fun, and really, it's not like he's not attractive, body or personality. Edward's a good man, he just doesn't know it yet. ]
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Date: 2014-03-12 10:07 pm (UTC)No, can't say that you can, Mary. [Christ, is she still unlacing herself, though? He looks away, as though he's uncomfortable. As though he's trying to give herself some privacy.
Honestly, Edward doesn't know what he's doing.] You couldn't wait until I left?