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Cloudy Grey #2 [Divide and Rule]
Name: Cross and Double Crossbones
Story: Divide & Rule
Colors: Cloud Grey #2 (carry)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser + Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Four Main Stage) + Pastels (also for genprompt_bingo square “Pirate AU”.)
Word Count: 1493
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fairly light-hearted references to pirates and battles and death.
Notes: Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, Pirate AU.
Summary They carried off very little from their encounter with the naval frigate, save the First Lieutenant, Edward Iveson. It couldn’t be said that he seemed particularly delighted with this turn of events, either.
***
i.
They carried off very little from their encounter with the naval frigate, save the First Lieutenant, Edward Iveson. It couldn’t be said that he seemed particularly delighted with this turn of events, either.
Julia Graves, fearless Captain of the Crescent Moon surveyed her meagre prize, currently tied to the mast, with dissatisfaction. She swung around to call out to the nearest of her crew. “Christy! Whittaker! Here! He’s injured. Cut him down and have him seen to before this whole affair becomes a dead loss.”
Next time she saw him, in the confines of the cramped cabin, he was awake, although little more could be said for him. “I hear you’re going to survive,” she said, putting a hand out to his forehead, to make certain for herself that the fever had abated. “Or at least, you won’t die from your injuries yet. You’ve another decision to make, though. You may join us, or you may walk the plank.”
“Do you really do that?” he said. “I understood it to be a myth.”
Julia frowned. “It’s a sight less messy than the other methods. Now, would you rather an honourable death or a dishonourable life, sir?”
He chose life.
ii.
“May I enquire as to where we are heading?” Iveson asked Julia, approaching her as she stood by the ship’s rail, watching the horizon. He followed her gaze, looking out at the endless blue of the ocean, ever in motion as it carried them onwards.
Julia turned around. “You may ask,” she said, “but I don’t think I shall answer before I’m sure I can trust you. You may be a spy after all.”
“And whom should I tell if I were, out here?”
“One never knows where the British Navy may be lurking next,” Julia said, but then relented and caught at his arm, pulling him round until he was facing the right direction, before pointing at a dot on the skyline. “There. I’ve a treasure to restore to its rightful owners.”
Iveson stared, blinked, and looked back at her. “Isn’t that a topsy-turvy ambition for a pirate?”
“Oh, you think we’re the thieves?” said Julia. “Ha.”
“And you are the noble arm of justice?”
Julia shook her head and gave a smile. “Oh, no. Not noble, but maybe at least a little just. All I need is my fair portion in reward, enough to get me out of trouble once we return to civilisation.”
“Your crew don’t object?”
Julia laughed, not about to explain that her brother shared her aims, and that she wasn’t much concerned for many of the others. “I’m the captain. They do what they’re told. And so should you, or I shall make you walk the plank after all, Lieutenant.”
iii.
The island, it transpired, contained some other and more rapacious pirates who badly wanted Julia’s treasure map in order to carry off all the treasure for themselves. One of her crew, the younger of the Howe girls, proved to be in sympathy with this approach and switched sides.
As a consequence, Julia found herself facing down the pistol of the pirate Hallam, widely acknowledge as the scourge of the seas, in comparison to her reputation as more of a nuisance. Luckily for her, Mr Iveson was silent in creeping up on angry pirates who were looking the other way, and swift in dispatching such villains with a thrust of his sword. It was certainly a better performance than he had accomplished when she had first been in a fight with him. The Royal Navy would have been proud, had he not been acting for an outlaw.
Iveson held out his hand to her, and she took it, letting him raise her up from the dry, sandy ground.
“How ruthless,” she said. “Although on this occasion, I feel I cannot disapprove.”
Iveson gave her a smile. “What else was I to do? You are unhurt, Captain?”
“Oh, yes,” said Julia, remaining where she was, a little too close to him. She smiled in return and patted his arm. “Now, we must retrieve the treasure and find the others before all is lost.”
Iveson stepped back. “Indeed we must.”
iv.
“So, you are a spy,” said Julia, finding Iveson by the rowing boat, caught in the act of untying it. “I cannot say I am surprised. But I hope for your sake your friends are close by – you shan’t get far in that vessel.”
Iveson wouldn’t quite meet her gaze. “They’re near.” He tightened his hold on the rope, moving away down the beach.
“Shouldn’t you take at least some of the treasure?” said Julia. “And me, preferably tied securely. Isn’t it a little careless to leave us all on the island and at liberty?”
Iveson shook his head. “Oh, I’ve a pocketful of gold to convince them, and as to the rest, if I take the boat, how could you possibly leave this place before I return with the Marines?”
“Oh, yes. Quite,” said Julia, and bit her lip, blinking away hot tears. “I do see. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to stay and then we may all leave together on the boat?”
Iveson took another step away. “How could I betray my country?”
“If that isn’t a rhetorical question,” said Julia, “I have at least half a dozen suggestions.”
It was, it turned out, a rhetorical question. She was not surprised by that either.
How was it, she wondered, as she watched the sail boat dwindle away into a dark speck on the waves, that the only man she could trust was a traitor?
v.
It wasn’t only her father’s gold in the trunks. There were some of the family’s more general belongings, too, so Julia sent away her crew, and dressed in her old clothes, and then she sat and waited; a deceptively demure figure in white skirts on the pale sands. Soon the Marines would arrive, and with them, she trusted, would be a Naval lieutenant of questionable loyalties with whom she had unfinished business. Besides which, she had captured him. He was her prize, and she was not about to allow him to forget it. Pirate captains did not permit their prisoners to escape so easily.
“That was not wise,” Iveson said to her in a low tone as they walked along the beach behind the soldiers. “Not well done. You did not know what they might have done – and there was the risk that even if they believed you, they might have professed not to for the sake of the gold.”
Julia took his arm, leaning against him weakly, playing at being shaken at her terrible ordeal, for had she not, a poor defenceless young female, been captured by pirates along with the gold and other goods and made to work all this time in the galley? (“That,” Iveson had said, picking up his cue with as much alacrity as she had hoped, when he was pressed as to how it was he had not mentioned the pirates’ fair captive, “was how I never came to set eyes on the poor girl during my stay on board.”)
“So, you know who are the thieves in these waters?” she said, and turned her face into his arm to hide a smile. “What else could I do? If they returned to an empty island they must have blamed you. You would have been flogged at the least, hung perhaps. If you wanted to be more practical about the affair, you would have done better not have gone back to your ship. Now I may hand over the rest of the treasure to the Crown, return my father’s money to him, and I very much hope I may also keep my one other prize. I have no complaint.”
Iveson raised an eyebrow. “Miss Graves.”
“It’s not noble,” said Julia, with a lift of her chin. “It makes perfect sense.”
“Not noble,” he agreed, helping her back into the boat that had brought the men ashore, holding onto her for a little too long. “No. Quixotic!”
Julia made sure she kept close to him as two of them men rowed them back while the others continued to patrol the island for her long-escaped crew, or any other treasure that might be hidden there. She smiled, squinting as she stared out at the waters, the sun glinting off the waves, and slid her hand into his. “Also, once we reach our home port, I feel I must claim that other prize entirely. You have no objection, sir?”
“I would argue,” he said into her ear,” but since in our only battle, you overcame me so completely, I cannot see there would be any point. I shall be happy to oblige – Captain.”
Julia leant in nearer, closing her eyes as if faint again, since it was only natural that she should swoon at her predicament. “I did so hope you would be.”
***
Story: Divide & Rule
Colors: Cloud Grey #2 (carry)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser + Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Four Main Stage) + Pastels (also for genprompt_bingo square “Pirate AU”.)
Word Count: 1493
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fairly light-hearted references to pirates and battles and death.
Notes: Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, Pirate AU.
Summary They carried off very little from their encounter with the naval frigate, save the First Lieutenant, Edward Iveson. It couldn’t be said that he seemed particularly delighted with this turn of events, either.
***
i.
They carried off very little from their encounter with the naval frigate, save the First Lieutenant, Edward Iveson. It couldn’t be said that he seemed particularly delighted with this turn of events, either.
Julia Graves, fearless Captain of the Crescent Moon surveyed her meagre prize, currently tied to the mast, with dissatisfaction. She swung around to call out to the nearest of her crew. “Christy! Whittaker! Here! He’s injured. Cut him down and have him seen to before this whole affair becomes a dead loss.”
Next time she saw him, in the confines of the cramped cabin, he was awake, although little more could be said for him. “I hear you’re going to survive,” she said, putting a hand out to his forehead, to make certain for herself that the fever had abated. “Or at least, you won’t die from your injuries yet. You’ve another decision to make, though. You may join us, or you may walk the plank.”
“Do you really do that?” he said. “I understood it to be a myth.”
Julia frowned. “It’s a sight less messy than the other methods. Now, would you rather an honourable death or a dishonourable life, sir?”
He chose life.
ii.
“May I enquire as to where we are heading?” Iveson asked Julia, approaching her as she stood by the ship’s rail, watching the horizon. He followed her gaze, looking out at the endless blue of the ocean, ever in motion as it carried them onwards.
Julia turned around. “You may ask,” she said, “but I don’t think I shall answer before I’m sure I can trust you. You may be a spy after all.”
“And whom should I tell if I were, out here?”
“One never knows where the British Navy may be lurking next,” Julia said, but then relented and caught at his arm, pulling him round until he was facing the right direction, before pointing at a dot on the skyline. “There. I’ve a treasure to restore to its rightful owners.”
Iveson stared, blinked, and looked back at her. “Isn’t that a topsy-turvy ambition for a pirate?”
“Oh, you think we’re the thieves?” said Julia. “Ha.”
“And you are the noble arm of justice?”
Julia shook her head and gave a smile. “Oh, no. Not noble, but maybe at least a little just. All I need is my fair portion in reward, enough to get me out of trouble once we return to civilisation.”
“Your crew don’t object?”
Julia laughed, not about to explain that her brother shared her aims, and that she wasn’t much concerned for many of the others. “I’m the captain. They do what they’re told. And so should you, or I shall make you walk the plank after all, Lieutenant.”
iii.
The island, it transpired, contained some other and more rapacious pirates who badly wanted Julia’s treasure map in order to carry off all the treasure for themselves. One of her crew, the younger of the Howe girls, proved to be in sympathy with this approach and switched sides.
As a consequence, Julia found herself facing down the pistol of the pirate Hallam, widely acknowledge as the scourge of the seas, in comparison to her reputation as more of a nuisance. Luckily for her, Mr Iveson was silent in creeping up on angry pirates who were looking the other way, and swift in dispatching such villains with a thrust of his sword. It was certainly a better performance than he had accomplished when she had first been in a fight with him. The Royal Navy would have been proud, had he not been acting for an outlaw.
Iveson held out his hand to her, and she took it, letting him raise her up from the dry, sandy ground.
“How ruthless,” she said. “Although on this occasion, I feel I cannot disapprove.”
Iveson gave her a smile. “What else was I to do? You are unhurt, Captain?”
“Oh, yes,” said Julia, remaining where she was, a little too close to him. She smiled in return and patted his arm. “Now, we must retrieve the treasure and find the others before all is lost.”
Iveson stepped back. “Indeed we must.”
iv.
“So, you are a spy,” said Julia, finding Iveson by the rowing boat, caught in the act of untying it. “I cannot say I am surprised. But I hope for your sake your friends are close by – you shan’t get far in that vessel.”
Iveson wouldn’t quite meet her gaze. “They’re near.” He tightened his hold on the rope, moving away down the beach.
“Shouldn’t you take at least some of the treasure?” said Julia. “And me, preferably tied securely. Isn’t it a little careless to leave us all on the island and at liberty?”
Iveson shook his head. “Oh, I’ve a pocketful of gold to convince them, and as to the rest, if I take the boat, how could you possibly leave this place before I return with the Marines?”
“Oh, yes. Quite,” said Julia, and bit her lip, blinking away hot tears. “I do see. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to stay and then we may all leave together on the boat?”
Iveson took another step away. “How could I betray my country?”
“If that isn’t a rhetorical question,” said Julia, “I have at least half a dozen suggestions.”
It was, it turned out, a rhetorical question. She was not surprised by that either.
How was it, she wondered, as she watched the sail boat dwindle away into a dark speck on the waves, that the only man she could trust was a traitor?
v.
It wasn’t only her father’s gold in the trunks. There were some of the family’s more general belongings, too, so Julia sent away her crew, and dressed in her old clothes, and then she sat and waited; a deceptively demure figure in white skirts on the pale sands. Soon the Marines would arrive, and with them, she trusted, would be a Naval lieutenant of questionable loyalties with whom she had unfinished business. Besides which, she had captured him. He was her prize, and she was not about to allow him to forget it. Pirate captains did not permit their prisoners to escape so easily.
“That was not wise,” Iveson said to her in a low tone as they walked along the beach behind the soldiers. “Not well done. You did not know what they might have done – and there was the risk that even if they believed you, they might have professed not to for the sake of the gold.”
Julia took his arm, leaning against him weakly, playing at being shaken at her terrible ordeal, for had she not, a poor defenceless young female, been captured by pirates along with the gold and other goods and made to work all this time in the galley? (“That,” Iveson had said, picking up his cue with as much alacrity as she had hoped, when he was pressed as to how it was he had not mentioned the pirates’ fair captive, “was how I never came to set eyes on the poor girl during my stay on board.”)
“So, you know who are the thieves in these waters?” she said, and turned her face into his arm to hide a smile. “What else could I do? If they returned to an empty island they must have blamed you. You would have been flogged at the least, hung perhaps. If you wanted to be more practical about the affair, you would have done better not have gone back to your ship. Now I may hand over the rest of the treasure to the Crown, return my father’s money to him, and I very much hope I may also keep my one other prize. I have no complaint.”
Iveson raised an eyebrow. “Miss Graves.”
“It’s not noble,” said Julia, with a lift of her chin. “It makes perfect sense.”
“Not noble,” he agreed, helping her back into the boat that had brought the men ashore, holding onto her for a little too long. “No. Quixotic!”
Julia made sure she kept close to him as two of them men rowed them back while the others continued to patrol the island for her long-escaped crew, or any other treasure that might be hidden there. She smiled, squinting as she stared out at the waters, the sun glinting off the waves, and slid her hand into his. “Also, once we reach our home port, I feel I must claim that other prize entirely. You have no objection, sir?”
“I would argue,” he said into her ear,” but since in our only battle, you overcame me so completely, I cannot see there would be any point. I shall be happy to oblige – Captain.”
Julia leant in nearer, closing her eyes as if faint again, since it was only natural that she should swoon at her predicament. “I did so hope you would be.”
***
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ok I've read it now and I AM SO HAPPY THIS IS EVERY TROPE I LOVE. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. PINING. SNEAKY DISGUISES. I love EVERY WORD OF THIS SO MUCH. *squeeee*
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I'm laughing to myself here, because I've written so much of this canon, I forget how little I've actually posted here so far, so I probably haven't made it clear yet that Edward and Julia get together in canon because Edward went to a conference in Paris and Julia was asked to get information out of him, but what happened was that Edward got Julia out of Paris instead. :-D
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I KNEW I LOVED THEM
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They're still up on Runaway tales, obv & I do have a masterpost, but since LJ's getting a little shaky I put up the whole lot over on AO3, which is probably easier (so the MANY WORDS bit is official and at least 200,000 of them feature Edward and/or Julia in some way (including AUs). So, er. Yes. MANY WORDS. :lol: Whereas the whole of what was supposed to be main canon is only slightly longer than one particularly epic E/J AU I did one time.)
So I posted Divide & Rule chronologically as a thing, the majority of it being Edward & Julia. Their getting together story is The Games We Play (although their actual first terrible meeting is in Under Any Other Circumstances and their first canon appearance is this). Pretty much everything that follows (dated 1949-1954 in the ch. index) is about them and their awkward marriage, so I'm not sure which ones to point out, probably House/Home (the original flowers one) and Sent to Coventry (where things come to a head), but most of the pieces in that sequence are pretty much like that, but slightly varying lengths!
There are also a bunch of AUs, multi-peropd sequences & some Victorian/Edwardian backstory fragments collected here although I think there were a couple I haven't yet brought over, plus some that I posted separately because they were long & for other challenges but they're findable here.
(So, er, yeah. I'm not sure what my excuse is, really.)
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Novelty Beads!
1. this image
2. this image
3. "Dream On", Aerosmith; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txlXcJDtDwM
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Re: Novelty Beads!
Btw, I also did a saturation for the May flowers thing, and I think I should have got something for that? Did I do something wrong or not tag it properly?