Theo watched the door open and the slender figure of the prince slide himself through the doorway and stand with his back facing the pirate for just a beat, to close the door. Watching the subtle actions of the prince from his corner, Theo slide out of the blanket. Seeing the redness of Callum's face, reassured Theo that the prince was just as embarrassed by the days events as the pirate, making him feel more at ease. Taking a detailed look one would be able to see the slight shadows of scars on the man's chest. Some jagged and detailed with rough skin from a long, painful healing process, and others small and smooth. Scars from swords, and guns, and adventures, and near death. Lines and circles, like an abstract painting that could be hung on a wall if the colors were anything but nude. In the light of day most of these scars would blend in, and appear smooth, but in the dim, romantic candle light, Theo's body was the evidence of his stories. His face held it's own as well, though still reddened with embarrassment. The left side of his angular face scared, and the dim light of the candle caused his colorless eye to almost appear a dusty brown. His hair and beard casting heavy shadows against his body. The sides of his hair hanging ever so slightly over the right side of his face while his beard was just baring unkept, as if tomorrow was the day that he would trim it with the shaving knives that the pirate was hiding his room.
"Yes, Balu and I had named her, Veil Rover, because she takes us through worlds and protects us. To the people of the land, and most navies, she is 'Vile Raider'. You probably already knew that though, I am surprised that you would have never seen her, with all the information that your country has on me. I wonder where she is now." The dead-eyed man stated moving to the edge of the bed and looking over Callum at the picture.
He backed up just in time before Callum turned his head to look at the pirate. A devilishly goofy grin slide acrossed his face. He was delighted that the prince liked his drawing, and had been admiring the hard work he had put into writing over the month that he had been away. Finally seeing the presents that the younger man had brought him this time, sitting on the table beside his cold food, Theo got out of his bed and sat in a chair at the table.
"Anything I want eh? Thank you." He looked at the quill, then picked up the inkwell. "What would happen to all of this if the King decided to pay me a visit?" Theo thought, turning his gaze to Callum. He didn't have a problem with this treatment, or what would happen of him if the king saw the Pirate King getting such good treatment. He thoughts went back to Callum. Would he get in trouble, would his father punish him? The pirate imagined the prince with scars from a whip along his slender body. His smooth milk skin being beaten for what he was doing for a pirate king that was wanted around the world. His chest dripping, blood running down. Where were his thoughts going? Theo pulled himself back into the cell lit in candle light. "Did you.. Want to talk about your trip?" He asked remembered how flustered the prince had been that morning. "Tell me of your adventure." He grinned crossing one leg over the other in a feminine fashion and leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his bare chest.
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