Recent content by Peyton

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Edward's words hanging in the air for just a few long seconds before chaos erupted once more. Voices clashed in a cacophony of shouts, accusations, and laughter, the tavern bursting with the heated energy of disagreement. Some captains yelled...

Peyton sat back and drank in the ale and the atmosphere with a grin, though it was when Edward was finally given enough quiet to speak that her grin faltered and she sat up, her attention clearly captured. An island-sized kraken. She looked to Luc wordlessly. Nervously. Because they already...

Peyton's dark eyes swept over the bustling room, narrowing as she assessed each face. Some familiar figures earned a sharp, calculating glance, while others received a warmer, more inviting smile. Her gaze softened noticeably at the sight of Amara. She tugged Lucius' hand, guiding him through...

Peyton's eyes rolled. "Captain Lucius can find himself some taste in fashion." she muttered and strode to snatch the jacket from his chair to hang it with the others. Peyton loved clothes, she'd always loved them, but she could not for the life of her get Luc to smarten up at all. "It's called...

Peyton groaned as he spoke of finding the ship and her head shook at him. "And what if it's at the bottom of the ocean?.." her brow arched and her eyes fell back to the page to read it again, her lips twisting in consternation, a slow nod given in response to his words, but she stopped as he...

Peyton caught his smirk and arched a brow in a mute 'what?' and she smirked back. She laced her fingers with his as he moved her hand away. She read along with him, her brow furrowing a little more with every line and she looked at him as he spoke. "So he made a bargain with a sea witch and...

"Mhmm.." Peyton replied distantly as she read about the creature. Even the inky depiction of it was terrifying, a splintered ship crushed in it's tentacles. She suppressed a shudder on her spine and traced a finger down the page and paused over emphasis on powerful magic and she lifted her gaze...

Peyton looked up with obvious insult, about to bite the bait when Luc answered first. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she huffed and settled with a small smirk at the Captain. "A bottle of your best wine, please." her brow arched at the man and she looked back to Lucius with a tilt of her...

Peyton's gaze fell a little awkwardly as he decided not to give her suggestion any answer. She'd leave it at that.. She looked up at the sign that hung above the doorway and her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.."No idea." she laughed quietly. "I suppose if we're supposed to find these places...

Peyton's lips twisted. She never wanted him to be anything but a pirate either. "Good to know." she mused. "I guess now at least I know the sea really is in my blood.." her brow arched as she mumbled. Her gaze wandered with curiosity over the buildings and people.. "Oh?.. I've never been...

Peyton laughed at his choice of words.. "Fitting.." she nodded and shrugged as she snaked her arm through his and rested her cheek against his shoulder. "We'll always be pirates, Luc. Teth is the only place we fit aside the ocean." she mused and followed the street uphill. "But fine... You...

Peyton bit on her lip at his caution and her shoulder shrugged. “You’re probably right.. I didn’t like her assumption that we couldn’t afford a damned book.” she frowned gently. She took it personally, clearly, she had been a slave with nothing and she’d worked hard for what she had, she went...

Peyton snorted and suppressed a grin at Luc's irritation. She was too amused to argue, and frankly she didn't seem like the sort of old woman that Peyton wanted to get on the wrong side of. She cleared her throat and shot a half smirk to Luc before watching the woman curiously as she shuffled...

"Eh?!! Whosit?!" a flustered old woman came bumbling out from the back room, bedraggled and puffing on a pipe. She peered through her spectacles that seemed to do absolutely nothing for her eyesight.. "Oh, ladies, what can I do for ya?.." she smiled as she chewed on the end of her pipe sending...

Peyton wasn't jealous, exactly, she had nothing to be jealous of. Nor did she feel she had the need to be possessive, she didn't fear him straying. She simply disliked the assumption that she could flutter her lashes and win the captain over simply because she was pretty. Then again, she'd never...