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When Allison took Vincent's sleeve his barriers fell down. She seemed... he wanted to say 'pathetic', but it wasn't that at all. It was entirely different, and he couldn't pin it down. Did she actually want to stay here? "I did say you'd be able to stay in my quarters, even if I meant it as more of a threat than anything. And you bring up a good point..." He sighed, pulling his arm away from her and freeing his sleeve. He brought his hand to his face, rubbing his forehead lightly. This was stupid, he knew it was a mistake. She didn't choose to be on this ship. If she was in his cabin, all she'd have to do was wait for him to fall asleep and then kill him. That was totally against his character; he hadn't lived this long in charge of such a bloodthirsty crew by being stupid. Having her stay with him, that was stupid.

And yet, he was going to let her. The realization swept over him like a wave. He actually trusted her not to try anything, and that itself was stupid in this circumstance. But she could stay.

"Fine..." He said, softly. "Make yourself at home. The washroom is through there," he said, pointing towards a curtain that separated the room from the living quarters. No real door to the washroom, or the bedroom, or really anywhere but to the cabin itself... open archways, and curtains. That was all, and it was how he preferred it. After all, it's not like he often had company. "And if you need to change, there should be something in the wardrobe over there."

"I'll go collect your things..." He raised his hand slowly, and put it under her chin like he had before. But this was different... gentle, even. He prayed she'd let him this time. "I'm putting a lot of trust in you right now, don't make me regret it." With that he left for her cell, making sure the door was locked behind him. She wouldn't be leaving his quarters while he was away.
I studied abroad in Paris when I was studying for my architecture degree... if I lived there I probably never would've gotten a drivers license. So I can't really blame you for that one. And I never would've guessed that English wasn't your primary language, if you'd never told me I never would've known XD

Where are you from? Europe's a real big place, and I feel like being jealous and being all "you're so lucky!".
Look at you, suffering through a headache just to RP. I'm glad that you did ^_^

My days been going well... still have half of a workday to go, sadly. I'll probably sneak in a reply at some point like I did yesterday XD

How was your day? Do anything new or exciting?
“Trust me, my mother turned me off of pirate women pretty indefinitely. That’s not to say plenty haven’t tried, there’s a great many on this ship who always shoot me a sideways glance and a smile.” Life aboard a ship like this, was fleeting and temporary. Never staying one place for long, constantly moving. Relationships between crew members were the same way, and Vincent wasn’t interested in something transitory. He wanted the permanence of a lasting companion, someone he could collapse with at the end of a day. Someone who would still be there in the morning. His father had been a fling for his mother, one of many; a parade of men, in and out of his life. That’s how she lived, and she loved it. For as much as he had followed her footsteps, that wasn’t going to be one of them.

But then, Allison asked about leaving. He found himself strangely put off, almost insulted, and he didn’t quite understand why. He had never imagined that he could find a connection with someone from such a different life, but he had found that connection. He found himself empathizing with the poor girl, regretting he ever took her in the first place. And at the same time, she envied him. She was jealous, and had said so herself… in more or less words. The meaning of it was clear as if she had shouted it. He nodded, slowly, and stood.

“Your things have been taken to the cell you’re intended to stay in. If you’d like, I can take you there now.” He averted her gaze, just as she had his, not wanting to look at her. He did not want her to leave, did not want her to have to stay the night in the dingy cell. He wanted to ask her to stay, but that would be overstepping. She’d probably be insulted or disgusted, misunderstand his intention. “I’m glad we had the chance to talk, your grace. Thank you for indulging me.”

He stepped towards the door; instantly the sensors in the room picked up his movement and the click of the door softly unlocking filled the air. He put his hands in his pockets, waiting for Allison to move.
Certainly seems to be heading that way =P
“Don’t sound so shocked, your grace. You’re a young, dainty lady with a lot of people interested in using you to forge an alliance between families, or treat you as a bargaining chip, or use you as a gift. Lots of people with a lot at stake for you to marry. But me, I’m a vicious, bloodthirsty pirate. Companionship doesn’t come easy.” The more he spoke to her, the more he felt sorry. Being on the outside, all he could see was the luxury of being born into such a prestigious life. But the truth of the matter was even now, she had no control of her own destiny… nothing but other people using her. Even this kidnapping, she was playing some part that neither of them were aware of. He was sure of it. “And please, don’t be sorry about my mother and I. It’s just a fact of life for me.” Even so, he appreciated the sentiment. She seemed to be warming up to him, despite their circumstances, and how they had met. At least he hoped she was… because he had a growing warmth for her. He wondered if it was more about her being curious than anything else. Maybe she was just happy to be experiencing something new? He couldn’t blame her for that, not at all… having your life laid out for you, that was hardly ideal.

“I don’t know if I’d call this life my dream, but I’ve taken to it well. I can’t imagine doing anything else.” He looked around the room, admiring all of his decoration. Each one had a story to tell, each one a celebration of success, and the room was packed. He looked to a painted landscape, framed in ornate gold. ‘Liberated’ from a ship the first time he had led a raiding party aboard. That particular piece had more sentimental value than anything else… The portrait was a copy, the gold was imitation plating. Nearly worthless, but pretty. “Every day is something new. Some people enjoy a mundane life, but me… I could never sit still that long. I like the thrill of being chased, I relish the adrenaline high of combat. This life, it’s exciting.”

A thought struck him and Vincent moved slightly closer to Allison, shuffling over towards her on the couch. He put his arm along the back of it, extending towards her, and rested it there. She wanted to learn to fight… now that was interesting. “I have to say, if you want to learn to handle a sword, there’s probably any number of men on the ship who’d be willing to help.” He chuckled to himself, unable to resist the snide comment. The humor was lewd, but he couldn’t help himself. He was a pirate, after all.
Yeah, well, he'll open up ^_^

Updated! Managed to sneak some time to write a quick one. Wish it was longer, but something is better than nothing.
Vincent smirked. "Darrow. My last name's Darrow. And there is no misses." He turned to her, still smirking, focusing it in her direction now. "At least not yet." But she had asked about his mother... that was an entirely new problem. He had already opened up to her more than anyone else on this ship. They cared more about where they were making port next than the life and times of their captain. As long as the work was good and the pay was steady, they mostly kept to themselves. He commanded a lot of respect aboard the ship, with or without his personal life on display. He wanted to keep it that way.

But Allison wasn't a member of his crew. She was her own special creature, more refined and delicate. She didn't need the same cold shoulder that the rest of his crew received, the same stone-wall treatment. She had been raised around pleasant conversation.

"My mother..." he mused, trying to find the words. "I'd love her if I didn't hate her. Telling me to make a choice is the same as me telling you to not be a princess: royal blood runs thick in your veins, same as the pirate's does in mine. Generation after generation, a proud tradition of murder and thievery." He sat up slightly, relaxing a bit. For the first time since she had joined him in his cabin, he felt even slightly at ease. It was an odd sensation that she seemed to bring out in him, disarming him even a little bit. It was new, and powerful. "She abandoned me. Plain and simple. Gave me a ship and gave me the boot... I'm sure if we met somewhere out there, in the black, she'd probably open fire. But I'd do the same."

And she’d deserve it,he added silently.
Stupid weekends need to happen more often so there's more overlap time when I'm able to reply and you're awake XD
I got stuck in a lunch meeting, took up my entire lunch hour =/ I'm sorry...

I'll have an update ASAP, and hopefully you'll have some time to respond.
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