M to be safe.
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Lisbeth whistled softly under her breath. It was a beautiful day for sailing. No other forces on the horizon, no national navy on her tail. A strong wind and the baking sun.
The captain smiled softly as she walked over the deck of her ship, all of her men busy with at least some sort of task. She adjusted the large captain's hat to enjoy a cool shade on her face, before walking up to her second in command, putting her hand on the rudder. "How's it goin", Edelard?" She asked, glancing up at the early noon sky.
"Strong headwinds, captain! We'll be at the conclave in no time!" Was what the man answered. "The morale's also pre'y good after we managed to beat down some Serenians!"
Lisbeth smiled softly. "Good," she answered, walking to the rail of the helm, overlooking the deck, she folded her arms behind her back and watched her men working.
It was exactly the baking sun that had bothered a single entity upon a seeming platform of ice. Certainly, the Hivan Ocean had been cooler than some other waters, yet it was still a sea, or to be more specific, it was within far warmer lands than this existence found pleasant. Nonetheless, a mixture of warm air from above and air, chilled down by the colder sea waters caused a rather pleasant breeze, one that was just chilly enough for her to enjoy.
Sitting upon a tiny elevation on the ice, she was comfortably settled upon a smooth glacier, perhaps almost too smooth for it to seem normal. She was, of course, no sailor and the trip upon this surface of water was a pure whim. A whim that she had now started to dislike. A bit. She knew neither where she was, nor how far she was from a land.
Nonetheless, the slender figure, nestled upon a chunk of ice, was a bit out of place. Given her lack of any form of appearance befitting a seafarer and lack of proper transportation made it seem that she was more stranded there than anything.
Which wasn't exactly far from truth, if Daivia had to admit. Oh but she was bored too! Sigh.
But then, she took a notice of it. A rather large vessel in the distance. It seemed to stand out a bit, somewhat different to most of trade vessels she had seen before. A warship of some sort, perhaps?
Not that it mattered. What mattered is that there were people there. And that was actually new. Given the fact that Daivia had been a stranded figure upon a glacier, it was probably only a matter of time until she was noticed. The only question is if anyone would approach a stranded woman in a seeming unfortunate predicament.
"What the fuck?" Was the first thing Lisbeth murmured as she noticed the glint in the distance. "Oculars," she stated, Edelard rushed forward to give her what she requested.
Lisbeth extended the small viewing aparatus and held it up infront of her eye, her red eyebrow arching. "Eredal. I'm pretty sure no one, including me touched the rum," she started, holding out the oculars. "But I'm pretty sure that's an iceberg. I'm also pretty fucking sure someone's ontop of that."
Her right hand man took the apparatus and looked through it, before he muttered the exact same words his captain did. "What do we do, Cap'n?" The pirate inquired. Lisbeth snorted softly. "Full speed ahead, if she ain't anything special, we're sellin' her to the nearest slaver vessel." Was what she responded. "Aye aye, cap'n," Eredal agreed, altering the course slightly.
And soon, the vessel sailed past the iceberg and actuall stopped, dropping anchor. Lisbeth walked to the side of the deck and propped her foot up on the railing, leaning forward to look down at the odd character. "Oi!" She called out. "The fuck are you?"
Well. Not like she could hear the discussion on the ship, but she was pretty sure if she was noticed, she would very likely cause some interesting reactions. And could she hear, she would probably meet it with a lengthy chuckle.
No matter. The real question was. Could they actually see her? And the answer she would soon know.
So for now she waited... and waited... and waited... and then the ship sailed towards her. Brilliant. That was in-fact what she had wanted. If nothing else, they could be an interesting distraction.
And soon the ship reached her. Not only that. They did not simply question her as they sailed by, they even stopped! That was amusing in its own way. And soon, Daivia's ears picked a shout meant for her. Sounded feminine, but fairly brash. Well, there are all kinds of people, after all.
Standing up from the makeshift seat on top of the glacier, she would look up, at the source of the voice, covering just above her eyes with a palm, to avoid being blinded by the bright sun, she'd call back out, her voice soft, yet seemingly anxious. "I'm... trapped here, who are you? Will you help me?"
"Captain Andorr," Lisbeth called back. "But you ain't answered my question," she snorted softly. "Who the fuck are you?" She smirked. "And how fer fuck's sake did you get an iceberg here? These waters aren't nearly cold enough."
She gestured for some of the deckhands to approach, "if I din't know better, I'd call yer sorry ass out a siren," she stepped back from the railing.
And suddenly, a large net was thrown down, aiming to capture the pale lady.
Daivia smiled as her question was answered. Seemingly, she had very little idea that she was actually faced with pirates, though if she had to admit, she did not care all that much. People were people and it was better than drifting alone.
"I'm Daivia, I got trapped here, stranded in a land further away..." she started a somewhat unlikely story, which did have some truth to it. But soon her smile would vanish as the brightness of the sun slightly lessened.
And the next moment something rather heavy fell on her, causing her form to slightly hunch over, her knees bending. "Ack!" she'd yelp as the net trapped her. Such a truly unpleasant predicament.
"Ai'ght. Bull's eye, bring 'er up," Lisbeth called with a grin, amber eyes sparking. And soon, Daivia would be hoisted on the deck and placed down, watched by shady eyes and toothy grins. "You lot got a deck to scrub!" Was what the captain, and soon, the men drew away from the woman they'd just caught.
Lisbeth approached the net and kneeled down. "Alright dear. I still call bullshit on your story. That chunk of ice. HOW?!"
It was unpleasant, though, she had to admit that it was a very effective way of getting into a ship in middle of a sea. Nonetheless, she would have preferred if she had been liberated, but for the time being, this seemed interesting, so why would she not play along?
Notably, now that she was face to face, even if slightly obstructed by a net, she would indeed be a weird thing to see. At least uncommon for that matter.
"Oh. Thank you!" Daivia spoke,, seemingly tad enthusiastic at this point. If she had to admit herself, she was unsure how she should act, she could perhaps utter some kind of story, but the woman ahead of her did seem like one who wouldn't take blatant lies. The crew of the ship seemed rather shady as well. Probably not a crew of sailors of some country's navy.
"As I was saying." she continued a story she had started just before being trapped in a net. "I did get here from somewhere further away, the northern lands, but I didn't get stranded on the ice by chance, I chose to be. I am not much of a sailor, you see."
Lisbeth took a deep breath, rolling her eyes. "Alright, 'n how do you explain a chunk of ice here?" She inquired, letting out an annoyed breath through her nostrils. "And I don't like it when people bullshit me, y'know. I can easily throw you back. With net and everything."
Meanwhile, Daivia could only sigh. Was this a threat? It sounded like one. "Well, it clearly floated from all the way there." the woman explained it as though it was the most obvious thing ever. To her, it was. As it was exactly what happened, not that she could judge a stranger for not taking her word for it, though.
Regardless, she found the situation a bit... amusing. A smile was soon curled upon her thin, slightly blackened lips, as she spoke. "If I answer your questions, do I get out of the net?"
Another soft sigh came from Lisbeth. "Alright, that clearly ain't true. Else there'd be other fucking icebergs here." she answered. "And I don't see ANY FUCKING ICEBERGS HERE!" At that, Lisbeth pushed herself to her feet and grabbed the net, dragging it to the side of the ship.
Well. Apparently this one was skeptical. Yet again, it wasn't as though Daivia could blame her. At the same time, it did look as though she would soon be dumped back upon the lone glacier and she couldn't say she looked forward to floating about alone again.
"Alright. Calm down. What can I do to make you believe me?" at the same time, as though considering the options, the woman would try to slip a hand, or at least a few fingers through the net, depending on how thin the gaps actually were, as if asking for the pirate woman to touch it.
"Tell the feckin' truth," Lisbeth hissed in response. And it wouldn't be the glacier, no, the boat already had set sail. Lisbeth was just planning on dumping her overboard and drowning. She glanced down at the hand and snorted, making sure not to touch it.
Clicking her tongue in her own display of annoyance, Daivia would now appear to be quite reasonably agitated. She was telling the truth, after all. "I am telling you the truth. What could be the other reason for a glacier to be in middle of a sea? I sat on one, it floated all the way here."
Pausing just for a while she'd observe the woman. She did guess the story sounded quite unbelievable, but that's how it was. "Listen. I wouldn't believe it either, but that's how it is. Do you think that a glacier just appearing out of nowhere is a more reasonable answer?" she did sound quite ticked off herself, but there was a certain... coldness to the way she spoke, rather than loud, grimaced anger.
The captain snorted. "Tsk," she replied with, before dragging her back away from the ship. "Ai'ght. Now, what'd you reckon's gonna happen to ya?" She inquired as she ducked infront of the net, eye to eye with Daivia. "I'll tell ya. We dock somewhere nice, 'n I sell ya to the nearest slaver," she snorted. "That's how this is gonna go."
Being dragged back off the corner of ship brought some relief to Daivia's heart, almost as if her words were finally taken seriously. But then a whole new kind of topic was brought up.
She'd. Do. What?!
That was just so utterly dull. And then it just dawned upon Daivia. What was it that this kind of people were called? "Marauders? Raiders? Slavers?" she'd just kind of wonder out loud before sighing, any hint of smile was just gone as she frowned. "Can I at least be let out of the net? It's not like I can run away anywhere anyway."
"Hm," Lisbeth tutted her lips, as if considering it, before shaking her head. "Nah. Else I'd have to arrange someone to guide you and such. Too much a hassle," she smirked however and stepped back, gesturing for someone. And soon, a deckhand came to open the net. "Though I wan' get a look at you to see what kind of price you'd fetch."
Somehow, the initial reaction of the woman in front of her gave Daivia a tiny hope. At least her trip wouldn't be particularly dull... and then. It was all a major disappointment yet again. She wanted to like this woman, she really did. After all, this sailor woman seemed fairly interesting, unfortunately, she would just happen to be rather unbearable.
"You are really unbearable, aren't you." she'd in-fact comment, yet seeing the possibility of at least temporarily being free of shackles pleased her and so she simply played along. "Should I step out from the net for the moment, then?"
"I'm only unbearable to disrespectful shits like you," Lisbeth replied with a soft, threatening hiss. "And aye, unless you want me to drag ya out by yer hairs," she snickered.
And as soon as Daivia stepped out of the net, Lisbeth started to study her, glancing up and down Daivia's form. "Alright lass, give me one good reason not to sell ya."
Did she not try to be somewhat respectful? Well. Then again, Daivia was probably never taken serious in this situation, at least not her answers. Nonetheless, she obliged, stepping out of the net she'd go as far as to strike a few poses just for her own amusement. She was being, well, bluntly put, checked out anyway.
"Could I also have some water, please." she'd accentuate the 'please' in particular. "I'll give you all the reasons you want afterwards."
The captain smirked as she saw the poses Daivia struck. "Yer quite fit to be a whore like that," she concluded, before looking up to her. "Those sell well.. Given the quality."
Lisbeth tutted her lips, shaking her head. "That ain't how it works here, dear. Yer on my ship, so ya listen to my order 'n answer my questions. Give me a reason, 'n I might consider expending water to ya."
"I can't say that you are too shabby yourself, yet clearly you wouldn't want those qualities to go to waste. How long do you think this poor me was floating atop a glacier? Under this blazing sun." she spoke almost theatrically, practically feigning tears at this point.
Well, being called a whore did bother her, if she had to admit, but feigning some ignorance might be more interesting in the long run, after all she did manage to get out of the net for now.
"Surely, you wouldn't want me to die before we reached a harbor, would you?"
"Thanks," she answered with a soft smile. "There's plenty o' water for ya," Lisbeth pushed the large braid aside, adjusting her hat. "Though it'll kill ya if ya drink it, since it's filled with salt. So answer the damn question 'n we both get what we want, hm?"
She chuckled softly. "Aye, lass. It seems yer misunderstanding me here. Yer pocket change to me, I don't care in the slightest whether you drop here and now," she smirked softly. "So, be a dear 'n give me a reason to give ya yer freedom, 'n I'll get ya some water. An' if it's a good reason, you're free next time we dock."
At this point Daivia had to admit she had no idea how to talk to this woman. On one hand she tried being compliant and answering her questions, on the other hand, she had tried negotiating (not that she was good at it, as was already notable). Nothing seemed to quite work.
In-fact, at this point, she felt like the only way of truly conversing with this woman was less about speaking and more about showing. But then there also was the sun... clicking her tongue in some annoyance she'd yet again hold out a palm, except this time, not so much in a way it would be held out to someone, instead, it served as a small pedestal.
And thus, she would act, hoping that this, in turn, would not get her stabbed.
In the next few moments she would exhale as rather than air, it looked as though she had a tad of a chilly mist. It didn't take much longer for the actual area just by her to feel... well. Colder. Perhaps even a bit chilly. Yet the mist didn't seem to quite spread, as it seemed to form into a tiny handful of snow.
Lisbeth arched an eyebrow at the display, eyes widening slightly. She sighed softly before pulling a small flask from her belt and tossing it over to Daivia. "Now that's a helluva reason," she answered with a soft snort. "Someone, clean this net up!" She barked the order to turn around, glancing at Daivia over her shoulder. "My quarters, now."
At that, she started walking, trusting the odd woman to follow her.
The woman soon scattered the snow in order to catch the flask, even if a tad. Finally, she'd smile. It wasn't exactly a warm smile, more akin to someone finally being happy to have their way. For a moment Daivia even slightly parted her lips to make a bit of a snarky remark, but somehow, she had figured she might not as well ruin the effort she had already put into this.
"Lead the way." was what she said instead. Following behind.
Lisbeth indeed led the way, pushing open a door to her own quarters. It seemed large, spacious and comfortable. Very richly furnished with pieces that seemed to belong to mansions and nobility.
The captain walkedbpast the solid wooden table, fingers trailing along it before she sat down on a chair, seat and support covered by blue velvet, pinned to the cushioning with actual golden knobs. She gestured for Daivia to sit in one of the less decorated and smaller chairs that stood infront of the table, that both served as her dinner table and office. "If you're hungry, go ahead," Lisbeth said as she gestured at the bread, dried meat and dried fish, cheese, grapes and all manners of foodstuffs. "Help yerself."
She plucked the hat from her head and put it down on the table. "So yer a kinda ice wizard. That explains the iceberg," she started. "But what brought'cha here? Why did we find ya out in the sea there?"
Following behind the woman, Daivia would pop the flask open, having some of the lovely liquid life inside. This was quite curious, if she had to admit. It was almost as though the treatment had changed entirely, far from the previous banter. Even though, the thing that had pleased her the most was a chance to finally get away from the sun and water, of course, always helped.
An ice wizard? Well, she was something like that. Not that she had to explain it. "I did tell you the truth all along, you know." settling down upon one of the chairs, she'd continue. "I am not much of a sailor and simply drifting across the water felt like an option." leaning back into the chair and crossing her legs, she'd add. "A dully slow one. I can't remember how many days have already passed."
At this point having a few gulps from the flask again, she'd look as though she had suddenly realized a thing. "Ah. What is the name of my captor?"
Lisbeth arched an eyebrow. "So. Ya were goin' somewhere?" She sighed softly. "Where?" She inquired, leaning back in the seat, resting the tips of her fingers together.
"As I stated before," Lisbeth said. "Captain Andorr."
She had heard that before, was it all this mixture of excitement and disappointment that made her forget? Well, nonetheless, Andorr didn't sound like an actual name, perhaps a family name?
"Nowhere in particular, Andorr." the woman replied. "But in-case you are about to be upset with my answer, I am really not headed anywhere. Rather. I was not headed 'somewhere'. I was headed 'anywhere' There are probably more effective ways get somewhere specific anyway."
It was as it was. Upon a stupid whim Daivia had 'boarded' a glacier and took a trip... well. Nowhere. It all sounded almost comical to her now, as she'd now simply reach for a cluster of grapes, only to, seemingly, freeze them and then a crunch followed a crunch, as she'd pick a grape by grape off the branch.
Stopping devouring them on her own, she'd hold out some of the frozen fruit, in an offering manner. "Truce?"
"Captain Andorr," Lisbeth corrected. "And I see, though it's an odd thing to do, ain't it?" She asked, glancing down at the woman who froze her grapes and proceeded eating them, arching an eyebrow. She shook her head and snorted. "Thanks, but I prefer my fruit thawed," she answered, before glancing at Daivia.
"'N here I thought I 'ad already made a truce with draggin' your ass out of the sun and inside my quarters," she answered, sighing softly. "I don' mind bein' you here, 'n I'll drop you off at the nearest docks. Though, ya gotta work fer yer keep here. It ain't nothin' personal and I ain't planning on abusing you, let that be clear."
"Well, suit yourself, Captain." crunching fruit after fruit, the woman leaned back into the chair. It was probably a weird thing to do, to eat something frozen, at least. Fruit in particular seemed to attain a more sour flavor as they froze, though in her case it was less about the flavor and more about the sensation of something cold.
"I guess it might be weird by your standards, being a sailor, easily sailing through the seas and all. Traveling like that was a simple decision, I'm not a sailor myself, you see." though, realizing it didn't quite explain her own reasoning, Daivia offered a thin smile, as she gave some more insight on her whim to float atop a glacier. "It is not as though I have anything better to do with my time right now."
"I appreciate the sentiment too." now putting down the flask she had been given before, she gazed upon the captain of the ship, aiming for a simple eye-contact. "What would you have me do, however? The idea of remaining here is tempting, but as I said before, I don't know how thing work on a ship."
Captain Andorr shrugged softly. "I live on the seas," she answered, before snorting and listening to the rest of her words.
She easily answered the eye contact, taking a deep sigh. "What I'd have ya do?" She chuckled softly. "I didn't at all think ya knew anythin' about a ship," she stretched her arms and tucked them behind her head. "So the best thing I can see ya do is bein' a servant fer the time bein'."
Daivia simply kept her faint smile. The woman ahead was a tad strange one, but even the pale lady had to admit that she is more agreeable and reasonable now, rather than the first impression she had been given.
Her fairly tall form sat straight as she maintained a strong eye-contact during the conversation. Servant? It didn't actually answer her question too well, it was still quite unclear what her duties entailed, but she figured she would figure that out soon enough "And how may I serve you?"
"A maid, if you will," Lisbeth replied. "Yer cleanin' my quarters, preparin' my food 'n all that." The captain explained, unable to surpress a smirk at the explanation. "I hope ya don't got any issues with that."
"Please, even if I did, I don't think you would let me have much of a say." she simply commented in a rather dismissive fashion before rather bluntly adding. "I don't mind earning my keep, but I can't cook." unlike before, however, the woman seemed like she felt at ease, simply speaking with a smile of her own. "Is there anything I should know about you or your ship?"
"Ya would," Lisbeth answered with a snort. "It's servin' me,or acting as entertainment for the boys." She shrugged slowly. "'N I invisioned you'd prefer the first. And you'll learn, cooking ain't that hard," she concluded, pulling a plush from the hat on the table. "'Er name is the Anomaly, but there ain't nothin' else ya gotta know." She snorted softly. "You're free to walk around 'er, though get your duties done, that's all I'm askin'."
"I wouldn't underestimate my clear lack of skill as a cook, but as you say, captain." Daivia responded, her voice had not actually changed much from before, there was still a hint of teasing tone, but that was quite normal for her. She had figured that her duties didn't particularly matter but on the other hand staying in closer contact with the captain of the ship, apparently named 'Anomaly', was likely a more interesting outcome.
Placing her palms just above her knees, she would push herself up, now standing up in all of her height for a change as another question followed. "One more thing. Where do I sleep?"
Lisbeth shrugged softly. "You'll learn," she answered. "Rum makes everythin' better, regardless." She added with a smirk. The captain leaned back into her seat, propping her hands up behind her head and snorting softly. "Either yer sharin' with me," she said. "I'm an honorable person," she smirked. "Or you sleep with the crew, that's yer choice."
Did rum truly make everything taste better? Daivia honestly had no idea. Perhaps it was some kind of people thing, or maybe a sailor thing. Well, not that it mattered, nonetheless, she chose to take the suggestion seriously.
"As honorable as a person who had captured me with a net and threatened to sell off could be." a wry remark was followed by a softer tone. "Not that I blame you, what might be normal to me could as well be madness for you." now curling her thin lips into a smile, she'd nod. "Why. I'll sleep with you, of course, this is a clearly the right choice on the matter." now taking a pair of steps to the side she would yet again glance around the, in-fact, fancy quarters. "Who wouldn't wish to stay here anyway?" soon following up a rhetorical question with an actual one she'd mutter again. "Is there anything you would have me do at this instant, captain?"
Lisbeth slumped forward in her chair, resting her cheek on her fist. "That's just me tryin' to turn a profit. It ain't nothin' personal, dear." She answered with a soft smirk. The bed seemed to be large enough to occupy them both easily and comfortably.
Lisbeth's gaze followed the pale lady constantly, smirking as she spoke up again. "Why thank you," she answered. "And, dust is gathering, best to start with that."
Anomaly's captain's smirk spoke volumes Daivia. It was quite likely that the woman before her took great pleasure to subjugating others. But in the end, it was not like it mattered all that much, in Daivia's eyes it was her own choice, it was akin to a game or a some kind of role. She simply took to the request of the woman, or at least would if she could at this very moment. "I assume there are specific tools for this job. Where can I attain them?"
"There are," she answered, pointing lazily at a small closet. "That's the cleaning cupboard," she stated, before leaning back into her chair, closing her eyes.
The pale lady could only nod as she headed for the closet and digging through it for a while. Cleaning wasn't all that bad, it was, in-fact, new, given her lack of an actual living place, it brought something new to her life. Of course, had it been a constant chore, it would have probably been dull. But for now, as she dusted, it felt... interesting.
Daivia did not utter a word now, instead, she would occasionally glance back at the captain, as she simply dusted on and on.
"I'm takin' a nap," Lisbeth said as Daivia glanced to her again, she picked up the hat and sat back in her chair, closing her eyes and putting the hat ontop of her face.
And after a short while, a soft snoring filled the room.
A nap in a scenario where you are literally in a room with someone you have picked up from the middle of nowhere? Now that, Daivia had to admit, was her kind of logic. Perhaps if she had been more vengeful, which, she kind of may have been, she would act upon it, but this amused her to no end. Why would she do something bad?
She would have continued on dusting for a while longer, however, she grew to realize that this made her a bit weary. She had been floating atop a piece of ice for far too long. Of course, she would not sleep upon a chair, no, not at all. A bed... a bed seemed far more comfortable. Dumping back whatever she had borrowed back into the closet, she would, with careful steps she made her way to the bed, before simply lying down, even slightly sinking into the covers and closing her eyes. It was pleasant. Soon, slow, deep breathing sounds would fill the room, as her consciousness faded.
Lisbeth let out a soft murmur after a while and tipped her head up, looking around to see that Daivia had taken he liberty to sleep in the bed already.
With a soft yawn, the captain rose to her feet and adjusted the large hat, before walking out to the deck.
Given the fact that she had been permitted, the pale lady cared little for asking twice. The nap of the very captain of the ship had looked so temptingly tranquil that she couldn't help but feel like sleeping herself. Thus, occupying the center of the bed she peacefully slept for a while longer. It wasn't that she had doubted the captain's intentions, she had simply wanted to have a breather outside later in the day, at the point when the sun would no longer be high in the sky.
As evening fell, Lisbeth entered her quarters again. They had made proper headway today. The winds were good and a lot of distance was covered. She however frowned as she was amidst her undressed and walked over to her bed, leaving the coat on her nightstand. "Oi," she started. "It's a shared bed. Don't take the middle."
The captain was in her underwear, slowly undoing the corset as she talked.
The words of the captain roused Daivia from her sleep. Slowly opening her eyes and blinking a few times, she almost let out a gasp of surprise and sat now. She was clearly confused. It was not that she had slept too deeply at this point, yet she still could not help but feel dizzy. It had to be the sun's influence. She had, after all, spent so long in the sun.
Seeing the form of the woman speak to her, she was further reminded of her current fate. Seemingly not quite minding the woman simply undressing ahead of her, she would slink to the side, now occupying a part of the bed bit further from where the captain stood. "My bad. Old habits." she simply excused herself. "Is it night?"
Lisbeth shrugged softly, pulling the corset off as her waist widened slightly. She took a deep breath of relief and sat on the bed, only wearing her breeches now. "Evening," she answered as she pulled the blanket up and lied down underneath it, back put to Daivia.
Daivia had slightly shifted to allow the captain to access the blanket more easily, as in her case, she had simply napped on top of the bed, on top of the blanket. Slightly yawning as her arms were outstretched, she'd soon speak. "I must say that I am quite grateful for your sacrifice. It has been a while since I had last slept on a bed."
Growing a smirk, the icy lady simply sat on the bed, observing the woman, as she had found it quite amusing that this one had laid there with her back facing her. "Truly." she spoke as her form slowly hunched over the captain. "You are an interesting one. Minding neither sleeping while someone you have just met stayed by you, nor sharing a bed." seemingly almost a different person at this time, Daivia was a tad cryptic. "You have mentioned that you are an honorable person, but... what if I am not?"
Lisbeth murmured something in response to the first sentence. The captain, arched an eyebrow at the second time she spoke, waiting it out.
A soft smirk appeared on Lisbeth's face as Daivia hunched over her, she slipped the flintlock from underneath her pillow and pressed the barrel up underneath Daivia's chin. "Elaborate?"
As the weapon was pressed to her chin, she could only find it all the more intriguing. A laughter, or, to be more precise, a chuckle escaped from the woman's lips, as she spoke to the captain, not quite moving an inch, instead, maintaining both her position and gaze. "Relieving to know that you do not blindly trust, captain Andorr."
Pressing her palms on the surface of the bed for a bit of a support, she simply smiled on, even with a weapon pressed just over her throat. "Don't worry. I have no ill intentions. I like people like you. A lot."
Lisbeth said up, arching an eyebrow. "Can't tell whether yer tryin' to threaten me, belittle me, or tryin' to get into my pants," she answered with a soft sigh, pushing the gun a tad further up against Daivia's chin.
As if slightly resisting, the pale lady did maintain her position. The flintlock clearly dug into her skin, but she did not seem to mind it that much, or at least endured the unpleasant feeling quite well. Intentionally sounding slightly offended the woman responded."Oh, but I was complimenting you." gasping for a bit of air before speaking more softly now, she continued. "Perhaps a little bit of all three. Some more than the others."
Lisbeth pulled the flintlock away again, sighing. "I ain't interested in a personal fucktoy," she answered. "But if you're offerin'," she glanced up at Daivia. "I ain't exactly denying either."
"How harsh." the woman the woman once again had a hint of wry tone, as she slightly tilted her head finding it rather pleasant to not have something stuck to her throat. Having further pressed the barrel of the flintlock under her chin, she could now boast a small circular marking, that was likely going to just vanish over the night to, perhaps, a few days.
Hunching over just a bit further she had enjoyed the moment, of what, from her perspective was superiority. "So what will you do then?" keeping a smirk upon her lips, she now simply observed.
"I'm not one fer rape," Lisbeth replied as she pushed herself up on her knees, levelling her face with Daivia's. "So, that now depends entirely on yer shoulders."
As the pirate had seemed to push herself up, Daivia, in parallel, leaned back a bit. Now hunched a bit less she weighed her choices. If she had to admit, this strange game of chicken had started as her attempt to discourage and measure the captain but it seemed as though the woman at the top of a crew of sailors did not seem to like yielding. That, of course, was amusing in its own right, yet Daivia had no wish to cave in either. If the situation evolved - so be it, she would see to it being to her own advantage. Somehow.
"I can't say that I am either." she had now muttered as she leaned just a tad closer, now closely face to face with the pirate woman. As she smirked, she seemed to take no further action, curious how would the woman ahead react this time.
Lisbeth frowned softly, obviously disliking the pointless back and forth. "If ya wanna try somethin', do it now," the captain adviced.
"I trust you won't suddenly decide to shoot me then." Daivia spoke out, as she slowly closed in. Fine. This way it is then. Likely ran through her mind at that point as in but a few moments her rather cold, darkened lips would be pressed against those of the captain.
Lisbeth smirked softly. "Not plannin' to," she answered.
The captain, while it was expected, did arch an eyebrow, pressing forward against the kiss.
With this woman, Daivia could not actually know for sure. Although, it didn't seem like she had spoken a lie just yet.
While the kiss lasted, the pale woman had reached for the form of the pirate captain, her long, slender arms wrapping around her form, as a a single palm pressed against the nape of Andorr's neck, pressing her closer as the kiss grew deeper and while normally, the sensation would be warmer, the pirate captain could probably feel as though Daivia's skin was colder than normal.
Lisbeth felt Daivia pulling her closer in the kiss, closing her eyes as her bare chest pressed against the pale lady's chest. She parted her lips slightly, a playful invitation towards Daivia.
One hand travelled down to Daivia's buttocks, squeezing it softly, while the other cupped her cheek during the kiss.
Daivia had seemed to react quite quickly as she felt the parted lips, her cold tongue brushed past the upper lip, then the lower, seemingly playful in her own regard. At the same time a single palm seemed to rest on Andorr's back, the other one moved a tad higher, into her hair, before grasping it and even lightly tugging on it.
Lisbeth returned the gesture and met Daivia's tongue halfway with hers, before flicking it at her nether lip.
A soft growl resounded from the captain however as she felt the tug on her hair, she circled one leg around Daivia and pulled it towards her, at the same time, pushing the woman down to get ontop of her. "Yer wearing to much," she concluded after she broke the kiss momentarily. "'N play nice."
She would let go of Andorr, as she was pushed backwards and now chuckled heartily as the situation seemed to be somewhat reversed. Daivia had simply allowed herself to fall back on the bed. "Don't blame me, you seemed a bit idle." woman commented as she gazed upwards with a smirk.
Lisbeth straddled Daivia now and snorted softly. "I hope you have a spare dress somewhere," she only answered in response. She wanted Lisbeth to be more assertive? Fine.
She put her hands down on Daivia's torso, hands smothing down her chest untill she found a place where she could hold onto. And without further ado, she literally ripped the top open, smirking slowly.
She did mean it in some sort of teasing manner, however, she was indeed curious how would the captain act. Curiously watching the woman straddling her, Daivia had little time to respond, however "Oh... I..." she muttered as the sound of fabric tearing cut her off. "...clearly don't have anything of the sort." she'd sound surprised.
At the same time, as the layer of clothing was removed, the captain could very well see the now fully exposed torso of the pale woman. Somehow, her form seemed surprisingly slender and while she was not particularly well-endowed, she did possess a set of quite appealing feminine features.
Due to whatever reasons she did not seem to be donning any actual form of undergarments, though that was not exactly clear before, as the robe had seemed to fall upon her form in a highly not exposing manner. "And you are clearly aware of that too, aren't you?" now regaining the teasing tone she'd wonder.
Lisbeth couldn't help but chuckle as Daivia explained she infact didn't. The captain leaned down, resting her body on her female counterpart's. She was obviously more endowed than the flesh spirit. A soft shudder went down her spine. "You're quite cold to the touch dear," Lisbeth remarked with a soft smirk, "and no undergarments. How surprising," she teased with another soft chuckle.
She ignored the remark about her knowing, leaning forward to press a kiss on the column of Daivia's throat. "Why not put those hands to work, hm?"
"Much like spare clothes." she spoke rather calmly, although she found the moment quite amusing. "I don't happen to have any. Not much space on a glacier to store any." she explained, as her own voice erupted into a brief chuckle at the cold comment. In her case, it was the opposite, Andorr's body was warm and though, warmth was generally unpleasant for her, in this case it proved to be an interesting sensation. That, or perhaps she was just too dizzy. She didn't quite know herself.
"Why." she spoke out as a single finger lightly brushed across the cheek, eventually across the side of her neck. "Didn't you just mention I was cold?" now reaching all the way to the back of the woman to softly run her fingers across her spine, she'd tease "Do you really want these cold hands touching you, dear?", almost imitating the tone of the captain herself.
Lisbeth couldn't stop herself from biting jer lip as she felt her gut wrench in anticipation. "I want these.. Cold hands to touch me.. As much as possible," she whispered after leaning futher to reach Daivia's ear, biting it softly after the whisper. "Dear," she purred in conclusion.
"Is that so?" Daivia spoke teasingly, as her fingers softly caressed the back of the woman atop of her. "Theeeen... I believe there's a word fo..." her teasing voice cut off as she gasped and momentarily closed her eyes the instant her ear was bit into. "On the other hand... a kiss will do just fine." she exhaled heavily, as both of her hands were brought back up and now slowly slid past her back to her sides, carefully caressing the warm skin of the woman. Even if she obliged, she was going to take her time.
Lisbeth didn't mind taking their time at all. As long as she got what she wanted out of this. And it seemed pretty obvious she was going to get exactly what she wanted.
She breathed softly in Daivia's ear. "It.. Was a nice reaction," she whispered, before moving down from her earlobe to her cheek, dragging her tongue along her skin, before she pushed her lips on Daivia's again.
As the captain made her way to Daivia's lips, she had trailed her hands across her skin. One would go lower, slowly brushing past her hip, moving up her thigh, as her captor wore breeches, the woman would somewhat push the tips of her fingers into the other's thigh in a futile attempt to lightly grasp it through the fabric.
Daivia met the pirate's lips with her own, only to momentarily break the kiss, as in a single exhale, she'd whisper "That's a good girl." before bringing back her lips and now tongue to Andorr's. Her other hand went up. Sliding tips of her fingers over Andorr's arm, past her collarbone, over the nape of her neck. The pale one moved her hand even higher, now gently stroking the hair of the pirate, as if to further imitate a praise.
Lisbeth bit her lip as the kiss was broken momentarily. "How condescending," she murmured, followed by a soft moan elicited by one of Daivia's touches.
Lisbeth answered the kiss slowky, partikg her lips for Daivia, eyes sliding closed as the captain's hand traveled down to Daivia's supple chest, grabbing one of her breasts and massaging it softly. Her other hand traveled down Daivia's legs, pulling her skirt up to trail her fingers along her inner tigh.
Daivia would have probably let out a snicker at the words of Andorr, however, the kiss took priority and she silenced herself rather breaking the kiss again. Feeling the tender touches of the woman atop of her, she couldn't help but react. A soft moan, further hushed by the kiss followed Andorr's actions.
At this point Daivia could only pay in kind, as the pale woman now slid her palm higher, across the abdomen of the sailor woman, only to carefully sink her own, cold fingers into one of the better-endowed woman's breasts, fondling it. Finally breaking the kiss, she would slowly, peck after peck make her way past the jawline of Andorr, kissing down the side of her neck, while still caressing the red hair of the other woman.
As the kiss was broken again, Lisbeth crooned softly as she felt the soft trail of kisses down her jawline, to her neck. The cold touches to her chest causing her nipples to stiffen slightly.
The hand between Daivia's thighs only caressed their way upwards slowly, before reaching the pale lady's privates. And Captain Andorr waisted no time to slowly start rubbing her slith.
The kisses followed higher, as the captain's fingers brushed against the moist lower parts of the cold woman. Her body seemed to lightly quiver, as Daivia nibbled into the ear of her playmate. A soft moan was exhaled, right into a woman's ear, as a breathy whisper followed. "How... unfairly impatient."
Sliding the her other hand onto the chest of the woman, she would grasp the sightly stiffened nipples with the tips of her fingers, playfully applying just a tiny bit of pressure in an attempt to regain some assertiveness. Before allowing the same hand slide lower, tugging onto the waist-area of the breeches. "Off..." she commanded with a softly trembling voice.
Lisbeth let out a soft whimper, before smirking. "Keep up," she murmured with a soft smirk.
Daivia managed to elicit another soft moan from Lisbeth as she softly squeezed her nipples, closing her eyes momentarily. Lisbeth let out a breathless chuckle as she heard the command, accompanied by the tug. "Then, take it off," she replied with a soft smirk.
That was quite the command for Daivia. With her slender form straddled underneath the captain, she placed her palms on her shoulders, both pushing Andorr down and slipping from underneath her, now she would be the one on the top.
With her lips curled into a smirk of her own, Daivia would lower herself down to the captain again. Slowly kissing her way lower, as her hands moved ahead, brushing her fingers across Andorr's well endowed figure. As she kissed the woman's abdomen, her fingers worked to undo the red-haired woman's breeches, tugging them lower, hoping for some cooperation when it came to actually taking them off.
Lisbeth was pushed back, lying back down on the bed, she smirked softly, before biting her lip as she felt the kisses traveling down her stomach.
She spread her legs easily and allowed her breeches to be pulled off, now stark naked on the bed.
"No undergarments... how surprising." Daivia teased as she found great amusement in the situation, as the high and mighty captain Andorr would soon squirm in her grasp - she would make sure of that.
As the trail of kisses led her lower, the icy fingers now ran past the pirate woman's hips and sunk into the thighs, as the cold lips gently caressed the inner thigh of the woman. With a slow brush of tongue the woman slowly got closer and closer but each time she'd get close, yet never right there, instead she would pull back and return to the thigh. Daivia carefully observed the reactions of the other woman, after all, what she did was likely something akin to form of torment.
"Not.. Anymore," Lisbeth breathed with a soft smirk.
Lisbeth sat up and let out a soft moan. Eyes fluttering shut as she bit her lip. Yet a soft frown appeared and she cracked her eyes open. "You.. You want to play it like that?" Lisbeth answered with a soft growl, putting her hand on Daivia's head. "Don't tease," she adviced with a soft murmur.
"Hmmm..." she sang out as she did not stop her endeavor to tease the captain a while longer, keeping as her eyes peered forward as the woman added. "But what if I am a siren looking to devour you, Andorr?"
Once again kissing at the very edge of the pirate woman's thigh, Daivia slowly made her way past it and then, she finally reached the area she wanted to reach. Her hands slid upwards the woman's thighs and grasped her buttocks, almost pulling the woman closer as the pale lady deeply kissed her and her icy tongue caressed her from the inside.
"Sirens need wa-ah..Aaahhnn," her reply was lost as she felt ice cold lips pressing against her heated slith, a fuzzy warmth pooling to her underbelly. Her head lolled back as she felt an frosted tongue licking her insides, which elicited a moan from her.
"Hmmmm?" the amused woman urged the pirate captain to speak, as the whole idea of her struggling to do so pleased her quite a lot. Daivia did not seem to yield either, rhythmically licking the other woman, she had seemed to practically bury her face between the pirate's legs. Her hands clung to her, pulling her closer too, not about to give Andorr any chance to escape.
Not that Lisbeth was making any grotesque plans for an escape, she was happy where she was, moaning and whimpering under the attentions of Daivia's tongue, eyes sliding shut and fluttering open more times than once.
Daivia had to admit that she too enjoyed the moment. For more reasons than one, however. She would continue to lap up Andorr a while longer, though she seemed to grow a bit aggressive about it. Her hands would now caress the body of the other woman as she calmed down and now just gave slower, lengthier licks, often just lingering upon the woman's clit.
"Those are some interesting sounds, Andorr. What would your men think if they saw you like this?" she whispered a few words in-between strokes of her tongue.
The softer and slower lick in turns caused Lisbeth to moan more softly. The gentle, almost tender way her sex was being licked, along with the ministrations to her clit, caused her to bite her lip softly, hips bucking involuntarily in the vice grip Daivia still had on her.
She smirked faintly. "Put.. That mouth to better use-ah.. Ahhn~" her head lolled back again as her eyes, once more, slid losed.
"I wouldn't be very surprised if... someone heard you too." Smirking to herself Daivia continued her teasing in between the licks.
Her hands now slowly slid across the woman's body as one of them had abruptly stopped and once more dug into her thigh for some support and and the other... the other simply left a finger extended as Daivia now slid a finger into the woman, twisting it as if to stir the woman's insides. In the meantime her lips seemed to cover the clit and her tongue swirled around it. Oh but she would make this sailor squirm even more. Such was her intention.
With a soft thud, Lisbeth fell back on the bed, both her hands combing through Daivia's hair, desperately moaning and writhing in the pale lady's grip. "I- don't.. Really care," she managed to stammer between ragged pants and moans, eyes sliding closed again.
She didn't really care whether Daivia was having a whale of a time by making her write and mewl under her touches, she was having a wonderful time herself. She felt her stomach roil, and grunted softly. "I'm-" she breathed as she teetered over the edge, gritting her teeth as she came.
Giving her just a few more brushes with her tongue, the woman placed her palms upon the thighs of the captain and pushed herself up, still somewhat leaning on the captain with her arms. Granted the situation, she was a bit of a mess herself, seeing just how much she was into it, her lips, lower part of her face had some of the pirate woman's juices, of course there was also the part where Andorr both dug through her hair.
The pale lady brushed past her own lips back of her hand as she sighed. "I'll correct myself. You can sometimes be tolerable, dear." the woman wryly muttered as she smirked.
Lisbeth pushed herself up with a soft snort, putting her hands on Daivia's shoulders, still panting softly.
The grip on the pale lady's shoulders suddenly tightened and she flipped her over, straddling her again. Another soft breath and Lisbeth smirked. "That's 'Captain Andorr' to ya," she answered as she shuffled back, sitting between Daivia's legs before pulling them up on her shoulders, pulling her legs closer untill she was right infront of the pale lady's sex. "And yer gonna scream that name," she added, before slowly starting to lick across Daivia's folds.
In one moment triumphant, in another, not so much, Daivia had yelped as she was yet again the one underneath. "Well, you may try." she gave a wry smile as she gave herself into the hands of the captain. Though she was confused at first, she soon found out the plot of the captain as her legs hung over Andorr's shoulders. "You caaaa..." she gasped and her hips quivered as the other woman seemed to work to return the favor. "...aaahn try." she finished the sentence however, no matter how forced it was.
Lisbeth smirked at the yelp. "That was cute," she said. "I wanna hear more o' that," she murmured with a soft smile.
Another soft and slow lick, before Lisbeth probed her tongue inside, flicking upwards to find Daivia's clitoris.
Daivia's breathing grew erratic, as the other woman continued her endeavor. Her heels pressing against the woman, her hips quivering as she couldn't help but grasp the head of the captain, sinking her fingers into it as she now caressed the red hair.
"I'm..." she softly moaned as she exhaled. "...I'm impressed..." she continued, as her words were distorted by constant groans of pleasure. At this point the quivers of her hips turned into actual rhythmic movements, as she aimed to attain even more pleasure from the actions of the captain.
Lisbeth however, didn't answer to Daivia's praise, rather intent on keeping true to her promise. She extended her tongue again and starting to push it inside and pull it back out of Daivia's folds, eyes sliding closed as she did. And every time she pulled her tongue out, Lisbeth flicked the pale lady's clit with it, before pushing back in.
Daivia soon let out mewls of her own as she felt herself slowly but surely getting there. The captain, unlike the pale woman, didn't seem to be the teasing sort and she seemed to get straight to the point. She found that pleasing.
With no more words - only yelps and almost feral gasps for air, the woman had seemed to tighten her grasp on the pirate captain's head, her own hips had seemed to continue on moving on their own and even her legs had seemed to curl and grasp the captain. Trembling in excitement as she reached the peak of pleasure as it seemed to wash over her body in a single intense moment and a soft, extended yelp.
She kept the ministration up. Even after Daivia orgasmed. She was a woman of her word after all and wouldn't let the pale lady go untill she had screamed Captain Andorr's name.
She pulled back, pushing her tongue past Daivia's labia, however unlike her previous ministrations, she started to bob her head up and down, letting her tongue drag over the insides of the pale lady, giving her clit a soft chuckle each time she passed it.
Somewhere at this point Daivia would have sighed in relief, as she would have allowed her body to grow limp, however it wasn't the way she wished. Gasping for air after the intense climax, she wriggled. Trying to get out of the grasp of the woman. However, it seemed to be of no avail, given both her clear physical inferiority, Daivia couldn't do much.
Right now she was sensitive, even more than before. "Wahn..." she opened her mouth as the speech was distorted by her yelps. "Wait... st-stop. Ca-caaahp...tahn." she wailed.
Lisbeth would smirk if her mouth wasn't occupied by more important matters. She didn't relent in the slightest, not even paying heed to her plees. If anything, her licks became even slower. The suckles on her clit longer and more tantalizing.
The pale woman frowned as the pirate was relentless. Her gasps turned into soft, weak whimpers. Her hips moving back as she pressed her hands against the forehead of the woman, weakly trying to push her head away. The over-stimulation was far from something she wanted, but it weak attempts to push the prideful pirate's head were the only things she could do at this point. "N... Noh."she gasped.
But Lisbeth wasn't having it, no. Each time she felt Daivia pushing her away, the licks and suckles became slower, longer and more thorough.
The woman desperately wriggled in the grasp of the other. The torment of pleasure made her weak as she had now felt something rising yet again. Almost in disbelief, she fell back into the bed as she just couldn't struggle anymore and her hands had now simply grasped at the hair of the captain, ruffling it as she writhed.
It wasn't long now. The woman shut her eyes as in between her gasps and whimpers she could barely stutter out a "I...ah... aga-againnnnh..." and like that, her body once more shook in a single moment as she once again reached it.
Lisbeth didn't let go even as Daivia's second orgasm hit, though her ministrations were less intense, she kept licking the pale lady's wet folds to bring her down from the orgasm, however, she didn't stop even after that.
The captain still hadn't heard her name cried out.
Daivia hadn't quite heard the request, or rather, it was more like she didn't truly register it. The situation was ridiculous and why was this woman so relentless? It had happened once, twice, but she didn't stop. "Enough... captain... enough." she softly whispered in-between fast, shallow breaths.
Her hands let go of the red hair and slowly slid lower to the woman's cheek, a single hand caressed it while the other reached for her chin. Pale woman's fingers soon softly grasped them in an attempt to bring her face up
Lisbeth finally listened to Daivia's pleas, she sat up when the hand slowly lifted her face up. A smoft smirk was visible on her face. "Had enough?" She inquired with a soft, breathless chuckle.
Daivia had not given a response initially. Instead gasping for air she softly brushed her palm against the captain's cheek. Finally sitting up herself, she'd part her arms before pulling the pirate woman into a tight, icy hug. Icy was the key word, as the pale woman clung against the other, lightly smiling between heavy breaths.
"That was... fun." she commented as her fingers softly brushed against the nude woman's back. "But now you owe me new clothes, captain."
Lisbeth was pulled into a rather cold hug, smirking softly. "Was it now?" She inquired as she pressed a soft kiss on Daivia's jawline. "'N I got some spare coats for ya," she murmured with a soft chuckle.
"Mmmm..." the woman muttered a tad lazily now - quite obviously weary. Her fingers softly trailed across the back of the pirate, softly massaging it with cold touches. "The way you question this is... as though you didn't quite enjoy it." the pale woman exhaled a brief sneer, idly nuzzling her cheek against that of the other woman.
Sighing, as she had used the stronger-built woman as support during the hug, Daivia continued. "You wanted to sell me when you though I was normal, are the ones not ordinary not far more valuable?" she questioned the decision of the pirate.
The pirate queen chuckled slowly. "Enjoying it was one of the things I most certainly did," she answered.
"I ain't plannin' on sellin' ya," Lisbeth replied with a soft croon. "Yer strong. I respect that. I ain't sellin' strong people."
The pale woman lazily pushed herself up as she softly brushed a single cheek of the red-haired woman, whilst first pecking her other cheek and then lips. Then, slowly sliding her head down the woman's body, past her chest, stomach, only to settle it upon her thigh.
"Good." Daivia lazily chirped as her skin had seemed to notably warm up. It was, of course, still somewhat colder than that of the other woman, yet it was warmer than before. Only the tips of her fingers that ran across the other thigh, tickling it, had seemed to remain colder. "I can help you in other ways than just clean your quarters." she idly murmured.
Lisbeth smirked slowly as Daivia went down on her. "I imagine ya can," the captain answered with a soft chuckle.
Daivia had seemed to simply rest upon the woman's lap. Affected by some sort of residual bliss, she didn't quite care about much right now. The fact that the whole endeavor left her a tad lazy was also likely a factor. Or, perhaps, it was the dizziness from before.
"I don't mean these things." she spoke as a small smile curled upon her thin lips and she reached out for the hand of the pirate woman, aiming to lift it and place it on her head, in her hair. "It's not that I can only breathe snow." she explained.
Lisbeth sat up as her hand was grabbed, frowning as her hand was pulled through Daivia's hair. "What do ya mean, then, dear?"
Watching the pirate woman's reactions, as she'd frown upon grasp of the hand, she'd let go of it, yet nonetheless remain upon the woman's lap. It was comfortable, she was not about to get up, if she had a choice to remain there. "You called me an ice wizard, no? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone like me on board, willing to help?"
Raising a hand from her position, Daivia softly brushed a finger against the woman's cheek, now that the pirate sat up. "I don't need a pay. Keep me not thirsty, fed, give me a place to sleep and I'll help you."
Lisbeth smirked softly. "Ya wanna stay on the Anomaly?" She inquired as an answer.
Daivia shrugged her shoulders as her hand seemed to cup the woman's cheek. "For now. Or, at least unless you plan to kick me out and force me to sleep elsewhere." a light smirk popped up on her face again. "You seem like fun and I get bored fairly easily." she was not particularly referring to the tiny adventure of the night, it was more about the other woman's personality and how headstrong she was.
Lisbeth arched an eyebrow and shuffled slightly underneath Daivia. "Fair enough," followed by a soft chuckle. "I hope you realise how condescending that sounds."
"Good." Daivia lazily muttered, as her proposition was accepted. The pale lady shrugged her shoulders at the question, however. "Does it? How?" though she smiled she didn't quite see how her offer was condescending.
"You're fun, I'm easily bored," Lisbeth repeated the words with a soft snort. "If ya don't get what' s condescendin' about that," she added with a wistful chuckle.
"But you are fun!" she insisted, completely disregarding the part of the sentence that actually made it condescending. Though she did not laugh, her smile made her intentions somewhat ambiguous. Did she know she was condescending? Perhaps.
Lisbeth let out a soft sigh, bringing her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, not sure whether Daivia was acting stupid, or being legitimately stupid.
Seeing the other woman's reaction, Daivia chuckled. Though she realized there was no real harm in occasionally teasing the pirate captain, being too much into it might cause issues. Thus she caved in this time without any further teasing.
"I realize how that sounded, but it wasn't mean to be. I only feel like staying on the ship, near you, is more interesting than floating on a glacier." she now explained as she once more reached to softly cup Andorr's cheek. "But don't worry. It's not like I have fallen for you either."
Lisbeth smirked softly. "Good she answered, whether it was to her apology or to the statement that Daivia hadn't fallen for her was for the pale lady to decide.
Captain Andorr sat up. "Well, now if ya'd kindly get off of my lap," she started.
It wasn't as much an apology as an explanation of intentions from Daivia's point of view. While it was true that there was something patronizing about the way she carried herself - it was completely normal for her. It was simply how she was and from her perspective it was not something negative. After all, she was not someone plain and ordinary.
"Right." Daivia spoke as she went along with the request, slightly elevating her head off the woman's lap before rolling over and re-positioning elsewhere on the bed, curiously watching the captain and what exactly she was up to at this point.
When Daivia moved herself off, Lisbeth scooted to the edge of the bed, getting dressed again, she tightened the corset around her waist with a soft grunt, before strapping several pistols, one of which under her pillow, the other in the drawer of her nightstand, to her belt.
"I'm taking a walk on deck," she explained as she walked over to the door, before stopping, notioning at a large closet facing the bed. "You can find clothes there," she answered.
As the captain left, Daivia too made her way off the bed. Though somewhat drained, she did not find herself particularly sleepy. After all. She had already slept for a long while anyway.
Discarding whatever remained of her usual, now torn garb, she sighed. It was really not necessary, she liked those clothes, but now, they were likely beyond repair. In a sense, it was her own fault, however, she couldn't quite blame just the captain.
In a sort of dazed hurry, she retrieved a long-coat and a pair of pants, before slipping into those. Not that they were entirely her size, but as though as they stayed on her form, that was enough - for now. The woman slightly shivered at the idea of wearing a corset like the other woman did. Tight fabric around the waist actually seemed somewhat painful from her perspective.
Nonetheless, don in the new garbs, she slowly swerved her way up to the deck, following her initial plan. Soon she would enjoy a nice nightly breeze and whatever was left of the night.
Her head poked out of the lower decks, as she stepped out and glanced about, smiling - thankfully, it was still the night.
[still night- They weren't about it for 12 hours, now were they? xD]
Lisbeth joined her hands behind her back as she stood at the helm, which was more or less ontop of her quarters.
She walked down the stairs again, arching an eyebrow as Daivia popped her head out of the quarters. "Ya don't have to be shy," she chuckled.
[lmao that would be legitimately horrifying]
The woman stretched her arms as she stepped further onto the deck. Regardless how lanky she was, she felt like the coat's sleeves have been slightly too long for her preference. Thus rolling them to mid-way her forearm, he'd slightly adjust her outfit.
"Hmmm?" the woman glanced around as she at last noted the woman at the helm. "Me? Shy?" she silently chuckled. "Hardly." As she wandered about the ship, she kept close to wooden surfaces, keeping herself steadier - she was clearly not used to ships.
Enjoying the nightly breeze, she glanced outwards. "This is much better. Are evenings on Anomaly always nicer than days?" though she was bit further off, she rose her voice as she spoke in order to be heard.
"It's more silent," Lisbeth replied with a soft nod. "Calmer," she noted. "Days are as nice as the nights fer me," she answered. "It's just a different mentality, y'know," she mused with a soft smile, looking up at the moon as she walked down the stairs, to join Daivia at her side.
"Yer quite the oddity, y'know."
Daivia had seemed to peer off into distance herself. Her half-uncovered arms folded at her chest, as her light frame leaned against a protruding part of the wooden surface of the ship. It was colder, tranquil, or at least not as loud. This was exactly why she had wanted to be up right now.
As the other woman stood close and commented, Daivia gave a tad bemused look. "Hmmm?" she softly sang out. "What makes me so odd to you?"
Listbeth leaned against the railing next to Daivia, sighing softly. "Your bein', behaviour, personality 'n all that."
"Well, who knows?" Daivia seemed to shrug in an exaggerated manner, as she glanced back at the woman. "Maybe I am a siren?" awkward silence, at least from her side seemed to follow, as she chuckled.
"You have a perceptive eye." though she sounded teasing, it was on a lower degree this time around, she was not actually being condescending this time around. "I guess you could say that I'm different from the most, mm? More capricious." as she breathed in the cold evening breeze, she'd continue. "You are quite interesting yourself, as I said. You stick true to yourself, that's admirable."
"No, you're not," she answered. "A siren doesn't get aboard a ship."
A soft sigh came from Lisbeth at Daivia's compliments, before looking at her fingers, cracking them. "I'm captain o' this vessel," she answered, chuckling softly. "Takes a strong hand 'n a strong mind to regulate a ship like this," she smirked softly. "Certainly fer a woman on a pirate's vessel."
"Oh really? she retorted now. "How many sirens did you meet so far?"
Daivia heard out the other woman, nodding. "Ah. Pirates." she muttered in a lower tone. That was the word that she couldn't come up with earlier in the day. These people did have everything from strong, burly brawlers to rat-like men, didn't they? She didn't know much about the crew of the ship, but that was the general image she had of pirates. Generally icky, pleasant people. Normally... men?
The pale lady smiled as she'd lightly nudge the arm of the pirate captain "Probably makes you more admirable than I had initially thought." crossing her arms yet again, she continued on leaning against the railing. "This explains so much. What is your crew like? Are there any more women on the ship?" she'd wonder in a soft tone.
"Yes, really," Lisbeth answered with a soft chuckle. "A few," she answered with a soft smile.
"Yes, pirates," she smirked. "You didn't think I was a totally legitimate sailor, now did you?" She asked with a soft chuckle, finding irony in the entire ordeal. She wasn't sure whether Daivia was actually believing she was an honest trader.
She glanced over at Daivia again. "Maybe it does," she answered with a soft grin. "They're hardy men listenin' to my command. And no, there aren't, bar you 'n me."
"And so it unveils. It turns out that I'm no siren!" the pale woman smirked as she weakly stomped the wooden deck with her foot, which only seemed to add onto the light-hearted nature of the statement.
"Oh no, no." she uttered again, now with clear irony in her voice. "A legitimate sailor who threatens to sell the poor and stranded into slavery isn't anything strange." the woman sneered, yet now it was different, it was clearly in a joking manner, rather than a patronizing one.
"Didn't imagine I'd meet a woman pirate in the first place." Daivia spoke in a different, softer tone now. "Think your crew will find it weird that you've agreed with me sailing along? Maybe they'll think I've bewitched you?"
"The secret's out," Lisbeth quipped with a chuckle to the 'major' revelation.
She glanced at Daiva, not being able to surpress a soft laugh. "That's a typical Essryni sailor for you," she added after a deep breath, folding her arms as she took off the hat. "Then again, I guess the manority of Essryni ships are transportin' slaves." She glanced back at the see, holding her large, feathered hat in one hand, sighing softly. "Sorry 'bout that," she started after a brief silence.
She glanced back at Daivia, snorting slowly. "Worlds full of surprises, ain't it?" She retorted with a soft smirk. "I don't think they will. 'N even if they do think that, they ain't gonna do anythin' before havin' solid proof."
"Essyrni?" Daivia reflected upon the woman's words. "Oh. The desert people." she almost immediately answered her own question. "Would've hated to pass by those."
As the red-haired woman's apology followed, Daivia had gasped, her eyes immediately peering back at the pirate woman. It was a clear, exaggerated notion, as her voice had seemed to slightly quiver as she spoke, it was a manufactured comical display of sadness. "Captain Andorr... I don't know how to react... such an honor..."
As she seemed to be unable to keep up the sad facade for too long, she'd soon chuckle as well. "I appreciate it, but I don't blame you, not anymore at least." the pale woman had glanced outward again, looking back at the sea. "I get this feeling that things would be different if I didn't bump into your pirate ship in particular."
The captain nodded solemnly. "Yup, them," she answered curtly. Almost shrugging. She ran into them once. They did carry quite some treasure. A pity most slaves drowned.
Lisbeth did take exception to that. She arched her eyebrow and snorted at Daivia at the display. There were moments for teasing and joking, but when a prideful pirate captain like her actually apologised for something, which rarely happened, it wasn't such a moment. "I can still throw you over the ledge right now," Lisbeth said as she glowered at Daivia.
Daivia clearly did not realize that. At least not initially. As her retort was met with a mean glare and a threat, the pale woman shook her head, her voice soft, plain. "Sorry." she admitted herself being wrong. "I actually expect that." Daivia explained, as her lips held a small smile. There was no more irony or satire about this, she was honest.
"Thank you for keeping me around." she soon added. Overall, it wasn't a panicked response. Even she could admit being wrong, that was all.
Lisbeth arched her eyebrow, snorting and shaking her head. "Just.. Don't let it happen again," she answered with a soft huff. Perhaps this outburst was a tad too agressive. She rubbed her forehead and shook her head softly.
"You're welcome," Lisbeth answered with a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Daivia smiled as the captain seemed to ease up again. She, herself, had seemed to warm-up to the captain both literally and figuratively, thus, in her mind, occasionally admitting being wrong wasn't much of a problem. Not that she wasn't quite prideful herself.
"Of course, captain." the woman chirped, once more folding her arms. Admittedly, while the coat fit surprisingly well, it was still different from what she had been used to. And while it served its purpose, it was still somewhat too large and it was apparent. Given how it fell on the light frame of the pale lady, as though it was a some kind of cloak.
"You alright?"
Lisbeth glanced back at the see again, sighing and closing her eyes briefly, putting the hat back on and fully turning around to lean against the outcropping again. It seemed Daivia was lost in thought for just a moment. She coughed softly, before she trailed off in thought.
She had questions, why did people suddenly want her at the Conclave? It felt like a trap to her. It felt bad to her. But if it was an actual summon, she had no choice but to actually get there.
She perked up as she heard Daivia speak again, thoughts interrupted. She coughed softly and nodded. "I'm fine. Just thinking," she answered.
"Mmm?" Daivia inquired as she took a notice of the captain's seeming contemplation. Given how social norms and standards of people didn't actually matter to her a lot, she was more of a 'here and now' kind of existence.
"What's on your mind, captain?"
Lisbeth glanced at Daivia, arching an eyebrow. "A lot of things," she answered with a mortified grin. "Just a bad feelin'," she answered with a soft snort.
"I'm headed back," she stated after a brief silence, pushing herself up from the railing. She walked over towards her own quarters and pushed the door open.
Daivia's brow rose as the woman admitted to this, perhaps, fear. So even the captain Andorr worried about something.
Before the captain left, the woman parted her lips to inquire further, yet as a realization struck, the pale woman chose not to. Everyone had their worries, even Daivia did. Besides, if the captain's worries came true, she would find out. If they didn't. Then they were probably something uninteresting, dull.
Instead her thin lips were brought to a smile. "I'll be right there."
As Daivia was left alone, she had decided to make an investment.
The cold waters of the ocean had seemed into her palm, pooling together, forming a singular object. Though a rather large amount had been drained, the item in her palm was small. A fine, little glass-like pebble. The pale woman smiled as the crystal exuded tingly sensation of cold.
Done with her endeavor, the woman had simply slipped it into a pocket of the coat, sighing. This had only made her all the more woozy. Slowly, almost clumsily she stumbled back to the captain's quarters.
Lisbeth walked into her quarters again, taking off her clothes again before going to lie down in the large bed, blowing out the candle on her nightstand, before going to sleep.
Arriving a while after the woman had gone to sleep, Daivia would act in kind. Though she had stumbled in the dark, her eyes had already gotten used to it. Hanging up the coat upon the chair, she too would choose to sleep. It was an interesting day, she'd have to say. Admittedly, she felt as though she was going to hate the next day.
The night went rather uneventful.
The morning however, was a tad more eventful. One of her crew members stormed inside the quarters, causing the half-naked Lisbeth to perk up with the blanket covering her chest, aiming her pistol at the man. "Oi! What're ya doin' in my quarters!?" She shouted, face twisting in anger. "Aye, cap'n. Enemy starboard!" He retorted quickly, raising his hands.
"Get the fuck outta my quarters! I'll be there!" She shouted, the sailor running out again. Lisbeth grumbled and started to get dressed at a rather quick tempo, before dashing out of her quarters.
Admittedly, Daivia was in a similar situation, albeit she had seemed to slept on her stomach. As the man seemed to explain the situation, the pale lady had lazily watched him, yawning as he left she sat up.
"Hold o-" she barely managed to gasp out as the captain stormed out. She was going to offer to come with but it appeared that she was too slow.
She quickly picked herself off the bed, tossing on the same long-coat upon her shoulders, quickly buttoning it up and picking up the water flask from yesterday - she was thirsty. Daivia soon hurried to the upper deck herself, tad dazed by the sudden awakening.
As Daivia walked out, it seemed quite obvious the entire crew was running around, hauling cannonballs and pushing cannons in place. Each crewmember had their own role, and they all knew it.
Yet Lisbeth was stood at the helm, barking orders at her crew, keeping an eye on the ship on the horizon, steadily approaching them.
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"Ugh." the woman frowned as glimmer of light shone the moment she peered out into the upper deck. Did she not notice all this commotion before? Was she deaf?
No longer dazed she hastily downed the flask of water, dropping it into yet another pocket of the coat. Somehow, Daivia felt clumsy compared to the crew. They all knew what they had to do and here, the pale lady had never really experienced life on a ship, let alone a preparation for battle.
Clearly out of place, she made her way to Andorr. "Captain? Are we getting into a fight?"
Lisbeth was just done shouting orders as Daivia asked Lisbeth a question with a rather obvious answer. "Nah," she rolled her eyes. "This is a welcomin' party," she answered, before barking orders again, walking over to the wheel and taking it in her hands, turning it to steer towards the hostile ship. "With fireworks 'n everythin'."
And there was the captain Daivia had met the other day. The pale woman smiled in response. "I should've worn something better then."
Tumbling to the side of the ship, as it took the sudden turn, Daivia had quickly grasped upon the railing. Despite all of the noise and turmoil, the situation was quite thrilling and the pale woman had to admit that she enjoyed this. Though she had no clue what to do she simply called out "Want help?"
"Aye," Lisbeth couldn't surpress a smirk. "I heard yer dress got ripped," she answered, before turning to the deck again. "Man the cannons!" She called out, only met by cheers. "Let's give 'em summin' to think 'bout!"
And soon, her voice was overruled by the loud thundering of cannons.
Daivia had to admit. That one actually stung a bit. The chaos and noise had ensued.
"Who's fault do you that is?!" the pale woman spat out as though trying to heard in all of the chaos. While the statement did irk her, but instead of letting it truly get to her, she had chose to use the annoyance productively.
Daivia's hand dug into a certain pocket, grasping the crystal she had stored the other night. As she stormed to the opposite side of the ship, she'd fling her arm outwards and the pebble flew only to drop and sink int the water just a bit before it'd reach the enemy ship.
In but a few moments as the small object plopped into the ocean, it seemed to blow up. In any icy burst the water, surrounding the hostile ship had frozen over, likely locking the ship in place, if not potentially damaging the hull. The woman smirked in display of satisfaction. This was Daivia's investment. She couldn't repeat this for a while, at least not until she recovered, however, nobody had to know that.
However, Lisbeth didn't pay heed to Daivia's words. Maybe because it was too silent to actually be heard over the sound of firing cannons. She glanced at Daivia however as her hand sinked into the pocket, wary, one hand slipped to a pistol on her belt.
Daivia noticed the small pebble and arched an eyebrow, frowning deeply as she just theow it out.
Before stepping back as Daivia had just managed to freeze the enemy ship completely solid. "What the fuck?!" Lisbeth cried out with widened eyes. Her crew being as stupified as she was.
"Huff." the pale woman exhaled, as she turned around, her thin lips forming a surprisingly wide, satisfied smile. One could say that it was even a little bit cheeky.
"There you go, captain. I doubt they will move for a while." despite what just happened, the woman didn't quite seem particularly fazed - it was her own doing, after all. "As promised. I'm here to help."
"Huh," she answered, still awed. "Didn't thinkv you'd be able to do all thay," she said with a soft chuckle. "All cannons to starboard! Destroy that ship before it thaws!" She barked.
And soon, another volley of cannonfire thundered across the ocean.
The pale lady took a stroll closer to the captain. The noise irked her to no end, however, it's not like cannons could be simply silenced.
The words of the captain had actually felt like a praise to her. And Daivia had to admit it pleased her. But, that's a given. Now leaning closer, just to be heard over the cannons, she spoke "Captain, is this enough to not be dropped back into the ocean for a while?" while not entirely malicious, she did clearly tease Andorr.
"I think y'earned yer keep this time 'round," Lisbeth answered with a grin. "A lot more than that, even," the captain replied easily. While she was severe and aggressive when people annoyed her or tried to get in her way, she could also easily praise someone and sure as hell admit they did good.
"Good, good!" Daivia responded. If she had to admit, she really enjoyed compliments. Especially ones that came from people who had been quite harsh from her perspective. Though. As she peered back at the ship further off, she asked. "Who is this enemy?"
Lisbeth shrugged. "Hostile pirates, some kind of navy," she stepped back from the wheel again, her right hand taking over again. "I don't really care."
"I see." she guessed it didn't really matter much anyway. Better strangers than them. Even though, admittedly, in the worst case she could simply leave, even though that would be dull, worst case scenario.
"Speaking of which. Are we headed anywhere in particular?"
"Some kinda conclave," Lisbeth replied, snorting softly as she descended the stairs again.
A what? Initial response left Daivia confused. "Oh. A meeting? Hey. Wait." she called out, bouncing after the captain. She honestly had very little interest in the rest of the crew.
"A pirate meeting?" she once more asked, catching up.
"A meeting," Lisbeth replied as she walked to the front of the ship, ignoring Daivia's remark to wait up.
"Yep," Lisbeth answered with a faint smile.
"Why? I thought pirates were independent. You just sank a ship that could've belonged to other pirates." Daivia questioned the logic that made no sense to her, while remaining within the arm's reach.
"Didn't recognise the flag," Lisbeth answered with a shrug. "And I don't know why either."
"I guess you people are stranger than I thought." she simply muttered. Was it just something that existed for no real reason? Or did pirates actually have a good reason for that? Well, she would, possibly find out soon.
"But, I imagine, even with your meetings, you still attack one another, or is it like some sort of alliance?"
"It depends," Lisbeth answered. "Some pirates tend to go and build a fleet with others," she answered. "People like me are rotten lonewolves, I dun' wanna answer to anyone." She shrugged softly. "And I got no idea why I was summoned to the conclave," she admitted with a soft sigh. "And that's makin' me feel uneasy."
"Oh. Is that how it works?" the woman commented as she glanced over around at Anomaly's crew. Truth to be told this too was interesting, she had not seen them do much apart from stare at her when she was trapped in the net just the other day.
"I wouldn't call you rotten. The weak gather in swarms, while the strong are independent." Well. It wasn't very direct, but it was still some sort of compliment. "Think they would attack you?"
"Aye, that is how it works," Lisbeth answered with a soft huff. She wasn't really in the mood to head to the conclave. She had a pretty good idea what was required of her, now that Daivia brought it up. "Not nescessarily, the weak more gather around one strong leader," she corrected with a soft snort. "But, appreciated."
Lisbeth let out a soft laughter. "Aye. I am fairly certain they're gonna ask to either lead a fleet or enlist in one. And when I say no, they get pissed," Lisbeth hummed softly, content to finally have a proper idea what she was sailing towards.
"My point still stands." Daivia shrugged as she was corrected. That was also a way to look at it, perhaps an even more precise one.
Though, opposed to Andorr's reaction, the pale woman had seemed to cross her arms. A frown slowly surfaced upon her brow, as she peered back at the amused-looking pirate woman considered her own options. From Daivia's perspective, should the pirate captain agree to this, she would be far less inclined to stay around. A large fleet, or, forbid, become a part of one? No. She wouldn't have any of that.
Though, as she heard the words of denial, she was provided some relief and though the frown remained, she lightly smiled. "I'd hate it if you were as bland as to give into pressure. Anything they could do to make you agree?"
"I keep my card rather close me," she answered, shaking her head. "They won't, 'n if they try to force me into it, whatever guy's tryin' it will be speakin' in a high pitch," she answered with a soft huff.
As they reached the front of the vessel, Lisbeth leaned against the railing, sighing softly. "Though it'll most likely end in a fight. So ya better prepare."
The captain's response left Daivia chuckling, as her smile grew, her arms hung down to her sides, there was no frown anymore. Clearly, her judgement to put her faith in Andorr was the right one. One way, or another, it would turn out to be interesting.
The timing wasn't particularly good one, though she'd hate to admit it, if didn't have to. "Then." she remained a bit to the side before resting her lower back against the side of railing. "How much more time do we have? And what kind of land is it?"
"Jus' an abandoned island," Andorr replied with a qoft snort. "Two days from now," she glanced at Daivia. "That long enough fer ya?" Sje inquired with a soft chuckle. "It's gon' be fun, but we're still walkin' in a trap, remember that."
Great. It was probably some kind of warm island too. Daivia sighed. But, at least it was still an island. Abundance of water nearby and all. That idea partially relieved the woman.
"Mmmm...Two entire days to become better friends with you. That will have to do." she chuckled. "Doubt your 'colleagues' would be as nice to me as you are to begin with, mmm?"
"My crew qlready knows they ain't gotta try and touch ya," she answered with a soft smirk. "Because o' me and because o' that display you put on earlier."
She snorted. "But on that island? Yer better off stickin' close to me, aye."
"Oh no. I meant the ones at the island. Doubt your crew would disobey you." she shrugged. Though, funny that Andorr would mention it. That display earlier was something the pale lady had intended exactly so that everyone would have a very good idea where they stood.
"I'll keep that in mind." she replied. Not that she planned to leave the captain's side in the first place. That's where all the interesting things happened. "Say, Andorr..." after a brief silence, she'd add. "...captain. Why are you a pirate?"
"No doubt," Lisbeth answered with a soft grin.
She sighed softly. Honestly, a question that caught her off guard. She snorted and crinkled her nose, before spitting on the floor. "I used to be a slave. I led an uprisin' on a Essryni boat, I became captain o' that." She sighed softly. "Ever since, I've been takin' what I need."
Admittedly, Daivia was even more caught off-guard by the answer. Though she had never been a slave, slavery was something unpleasant. She frowned, as she looked away from the captain. It was a very inconvenient question. Regardless, it explained a lot of things about the captain. "Sorry."
As she sighed and peered back at the captain, she shook her head. "I guess chains can't hold you, though..." Daivia added with a thin smile. "You really are strong. And that's admirable."
Lisbeth let out a soft sigh. "What's happened's happened," she replied easily. No need to be caught up in the past for no reason, she shrugged softly, before glancing at Daivia, frowning by the sudden compliment. "Thanks," she answered with a soft smirk.
"Circumstances are difficult to choose, so we deal with what we have." Daivia replied. Albeit, that's what it was for people other than her. She could choose to act however she wanted. That's how she was from the beginning.
"Oh. I just..." the woman shook her head and sighed before she could finish the remark. "Never mind." instead she concluded. "Do you have some sort of plan or any clue what we should look out for?"
"I'd drink to that," Lisbeth agreed, snorting before she looked at Daivia again. "You just what?" She inquired with an arched eyebrow. She shook her head however. "Just watch yer drink, I ain't want it to be spiked with summin'."
"I prefer water..." There were a few times in her existence when she had actually taken some interest in one or another alcoholic beverage, but the experience turned out to be more than a bit weird.
As a brief silence followed, she'd actually admit the reality "I don't really drink... much. I turn strange and I act strange" she admitted.
"Water can also be spiked, just sayin'," she answered with a soft smirk.
The following caused Lisbeth to laugh, however. "That's what alcohol does, stupid. It's s'posed to work like that."
Though she had nodded at the initial reply of the woman, she frowned at her other remark. "And you people drink just to act weird? What's the actual point of that?"
"Yup," Lisbeth quipped easily, before chuckling. "Bein' drunk is fun, y'know."
"What's so fun about stumbling all around and bumping into others?" Daivia remained quite insistent, in-fact, she looked a bit upset. It spoke volumes of the pale woman likely not being very good at tolerating alcohol.
"Oh," Lisbeth answered, shaking her head. "Some people get off balance, but the fun part is in bein' drunk. Gives a nice 'n fuzzy feeling. If ya drink enough, that is."
"Well, maybe to you." Daivia concluded with an extended sigh. "Don't mind if I'll stick to water, though." she added. Though, if she had to admit, there was a strange sense of relief that alcohol brought.
"Do you drink much?"
"Oh, if you ain't drinkin'," Lisbeth answered. "I'll drink for two." She let out a soft laughter, leaning back against the railing. "Almost any pirate drinks, aye. I drink a lot."
"Oh, how kind of you." she quickly retorted, but soon caved in and as her solemn attitude changed, she chuckled. "Fine. I'll cool your drink for you, then."
Lisbeth snorted. "Aye, that'd be mighty nice of ya," she answered with a chuckle.
Daivia repeated the other woman's words with a pout. "Might be? I'm very generous!" she jokingly insisted. "I thought I had already showed you just how generous I can be the other night."
Lisbeth arched an eyebrow, giving a grin to Daivia. "You wanna 'ave a second round, then?" She inquired with a teasing smirk.
Daivia blinked in a brief disbelief at the question. With absence of a smile, she was slight taken aback "Oh, captain, how bold of you. In the broad daylight, with your crew around." she gave a teasing remark herself, though soon smirked. "I'm not exactly denying, you, though."
Lisbeth kept the same teasing smirk on her face the entire time. "So, I take that as a yes, then?" She inquired with a soft chuckle.
Daivia crossed her arms, though her own smile remained, as she shrugged. "Who knows? You might have to simply take a risk and see for yourself, captain."
"Don't mind if I'm tryin' tonight," Lisbeth chirped with a soft chuckle.
"My. More surprises, captain! Are you asking my permission to try? Of course you are permitted." Daivia teased right back. "I can't even begin to imagine how will you surprise me the next time."
Lisbeth only smirked in response. "It ain't me askin' permission, it's me kindly informin' ya I'm tryin'," she answered.
"Why. In that case - thank you for your kindness." of course it was no display of gratitude, as she cheekily sang it out. "I can't wait for your attempt." with a thin smile crossing her lips, Daivia added.
Lisbeth smirked. "Yer welcome," she answered, the smirk only widening at the latter remark.
The rest of the day went rather uneventful as it did. Lisbeth merely enjoyed the sun and winds, mostly sticking to the helm, or kicking a pirate in the butt when he wasn't scrubbing the deck right, but that was a one time happening.
"Evening falls," she murmured as she looked up, resting her hands on the large wheel of the ship.
Daivia, in the meantime, had spent the day keeping an eye on the actual crew. It was actually surprisingly peaceful after she had gotten used to it. Peaceful in a rowdy way that is. Opposite of the captain, she quite hated being exposed to the sun, so she had, every now and then, whenever the sun grew more intense, retreated to some kind of shade. Be it the captain's or some sort of shade on the upper deck.
"Yes. Thankfully." Daivia commented, leaning by a railing. A colder breeze pleased her, as did the fact that the sun was less prominent. "About time the sun went down." as she spoke, she somewhat aired herself with a sleeve.
"I had noticed that," Lisbeth started. "You really don' like bein' in the open at daytime, huh?" Lisbeth asked with a soft smirk.
Daivia shuddered at the thought. "Hate it." she replied. "At least here." Her face seemingly unamused as she added "The sun here is so bright and hot. I feel like I'm meting."
"Like ice?" Lisbeth inquired with a soft laughter, pushing herself up again. "We're throwin' anchor and holdin' fer tonight. Ain't no wind to sail with," she said more to herself than to Daivia.
"Or snow, if you'd prefer." her own lips curled into a smile of her own. "I'm like a tiny icicle. Don't like heat." it was a fairly good comparison, now that she thought about it.
As Andorr mentioned remaining there for the night, Daivia inquired. "Think we'll reach the island tomorrow then?"
"Aren't you adorable," Lisbeth answered with a soft smirk. "So frail," she answered, chuckling softly, before looking back at the sea. "Aye."
"I don't like heat, that's all." she frowned, following the frailty comment. "Well, since I'm so frail you'll definitely have to protect me tomorrow." Daivia retorted with a bit of a pout. She wasn't that frail! She only disliked heat.
Lisbeth took several deep breaths after her laughing fit. "I was plannin' to," she answered with a soft smirk.
"Good." Daivia huffed. Apparently she had definitely lost this one to Andorr. "I'm sure I'm good hands, unless you end up bursting into a laughter later." quite visibly upset she glanced away. At least the sun was gone and it had cooled down a bit. Daivia liked that.
"Well," Lisbeth chirped as she pushed herself up. "I'm 'eaded to my quarters," she answer. "Yer joinin' me, or later?"
Daivia wasn't quite sure herself. At the moment she didn't really have anything better to do, but she was a bit upset. As a few moments of silence followed, she exhaled a sigh. "I'll join."
"Got'cha," Lisbeth answered as she stepped towards Daivia, before picking her up over her shoulder. "Up we go," she said with a grin, turning around to walk to her quarters. Daivia on her shoulder.
Though she was exasperated, she didn't quite expect being physically picked up. "H-hey! What are you doing?!" On the other hand she was actually quite light, even if being hauled over a shoulder wasn't within her wishes. "I have legs! I can walk!"
"Oh, I know ya can!" Lisbeth beamed in response, unable to contain her laughter. "Doesn't mean I'm lettin' ya!"
While she initially resisted, she had a very good idea that she couldn't quite do much against the physically stronger woman. Hanging her head down in submission she'd mutter. "This isn't very comfortable..."
"It'll be soon," Lisbeth promised as she opened the doors to her quarters, once again chuckling. She put Daivia down on the bed and smirked softly. "I ain't really the smoothest 'round, y'know," she admitted as she stood next to the bed.
Daivia sighed in relief as she was put down on the bed. She sat up, grasping around her torso. "Could swear you'd bruise me." with her thin lips curling into a smile again, she'd tease "I know, but you can always learn. It just takes practice."
Lisbeth smirked as she knelt on top of the bed in front of Daivia. "Let's see whether I did," she answered, the smirk only widening. "So, let's practice, then."
"I'm not saying I dislike your straightforwardness." Daivia added, as she closed her eyes, her lips curling from smile to a slight pucker. "Kiss me."
"Commandin' me, eh?" Lisbeth inquired with a soft grin, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Daivia's lips.
"I..." she pressed her own lips against those of the pirate woman, though momentarily broke away "...don't intend to always heed your word." as she pressed a kiss against the other woman's cheek, she'd add, speaking softer. "I am my own person, Andorr."
"Captain Andorr," she replied with a soft breath. "And I know. I ain't wanted it another way," she replied with a soft grin, laying herself down next to Daivia, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss in Daivia's neck, before tending to it with more soft kisses and licks.
"Why the title? Isn't it enough for me to say your name here?" Daivia opened her to glance at the captain. As the kisses seemed to spread across her neck, she'd smile. "See?" she softly exhaled. "Now you're being tender.
"Then just call me Lisbeth," was what Captain Andorr said, proceeding the soft like of kisses up to her jawline, back ontop of Daivia's lips. "You like it?" She inquired with a soft smile.
"Yes. Wait." she blinked as their lips yet again separated. "Wait. Wait." Daivia simply looked over the other woman. The idea slowly dawned upon her. "Andorr... isn't your name?!" she practically called out as she seemingly was oblivious to the fact.
Lisbeth frowned and sat up slightly. "Yes. Andorr is my last name," she answered with a frown. "My first name's Lisbeth."
Daivia had seemed to follow with a snicker, trailing her hand across the bedding. "That's a name I wouldn't mind saying." now smiling and adding "Lisbeth." she slowly spoke the name and with a soft grip on the other woman's hand, she'd try to tug it and pull her closer, into a hug. "Sorry. Perhaps I'm having a bit too much fun on my own."
Lisbeth was pulled into the hug, causing her to chuckle softly. "A name's a name," she answered with a soft smirk. "Jus' don' call me that outside o' this place, alright?" She inquired, pressing a soft kiss on the column of Daivia's throat.
"Okaaaay!" Daivia sang out and briefly chuckled, as one of her slender arms held onto Lisbeth in a surprisingly tight hug. "Wouldn't want anyone questioning your authority." in the meantime, the other hand had simply reached for her head, softly caressing the other woman's hair. "Now. Where were we?"
"Hm, no, we wouldn't want that," Lisbeth answered with a soft chuckle. "As for where we were?" The captain smirked softly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Daivia's lips again, pressing her own body against the ice mage's.
As Lisbeth leaned closer for a kiss, Daivia's palm settled on the other woman's cheek. Her body, in-fact, had seemed to be considerably warmer, compared to the other day, somewhat reflecting the fact that she had 'warmed up' to Lisbeth. As the soft kiss continued, Daivia's tongue had slowly brushed past her own lips, over those of Lisbeth.
Lisbeth, still fully dressed and severely disliking this fact, parted her lips for Daivia's still relatively cold tongue, meeting her halfway and moaning softly. She pulled back slightly, teeth grazing across the ice mage's nether lip. "Too much clothes," Lisbeth remarked wistfully.
Daivia had softly yelped as the other woman playfully bit into her lip. As Lisbeth finally pulled away, Daivia seemed a bit... disappointed. Her eyes focusing upon Lisbeth's lips, as her teeth sunk into her own. "No tearing clothes this time." she briefly snickered as her hands reached for her playmate's top with intention to help her get rid of it.
"It'd be like shootin' my own foot if I did," she answered with a soft smirk. "Those are my clothes yer wearin' now." Lisbeth easily shrugged her coat off, the corset remained. She put her hands on Daivia's and guided them to the knots on her back, letting out a soft breath.
"They're bit big, actually." Daivia sat up a bit, as her hands were guided to the knots of the corset. While she went through the trouble of undoing them, she placed her lips upon Lisbeth's neck, leaving a trail of kisses. "This looks really uncomfortable." the pale woman teased. "No wonder you're always so keen on shedding clothes."
"Got a different build, y'know," Lisbeth breathed as she felt Daivia's slender fingers pulling the corset open, another soft breath escaping her as the clothing was pulled off. Her soft panting hitched as she felt the trail of kisses traveling over her neck, eyes fluttering shut.
Yet, her hands smoothed up Daivia's back, up to her shoulders to try and pull her coat off.
The pale woman hardly minded the coat being taken off, focusing on kissing the other's neck. In-fact, Daivia pulled her arms out of the rolled up sleeves to get over with it a bit faster. Her hands yet again softly caressed the other woman, as her fingers playfully tapped across Lisbeth's back. "You're surprisingly soft, you know."
"I try to," Lisbeth retorted as she leaned forward to press another soft kiss on Daivia's lips, one hand creeping up to cup the pale lady's cheek.
"Doubt you have to try much." Daivia's arms rose to rest on the shoulders of the pirate. They slowy wrapped around Lisbeth's neck, holding onto her, striving to make the kiss last longer, while her tongue seemed to be rather... invasive.
Lisbeth only chuckled in response, before parting her lips for the quite invase tongue Daivia possessed, pressing her own tongue forwards however.
Lisbeth slowly, but surely, started to grind her hips against Daivia's, letting out soft pants and moans in the kiss.
Daivia's voice softly resounded in kind as the other woman moved. Still keeping a single arm around her neck, she'd allow the other one so slip lower, sinking into the sizeable bosom of Lisbeth, gently massaging her.
At the same time, however, the woman broke the kiss and with a heavy sigh, softly bit into Lisbeth's lower lip.
Lisbeth let out a soft breath as she felt Daivia started to massage her breast, eyes sliding shut again. "Pants," she breathed against Daivia's lips.
Daivia grinned, playfully leaving another trail of kisses across Lisbeth's cheek. "Mine or yours?" she'd inquire, as her palms continued on caressing the woman. "I adore seeing you like this... Lisbeth." Daivia whispered into the pirate's ear.
"Both," Lisbeth breathed with a soft smirk, letting out another soft moan as she felt Daivia breathing in her ear. "Do you know?"
"Of course. So... surprisingly vulnerable." she responded. Well, unlike the other day, Daivia had no actual 'bad' intentions. This time around, she simply found this endearing and as her palm rose to softly brush against Lisbeth's cheek, she'd tease "Well these are your clothes, I trust you should know how to take them off."
"Temptress," Lisbeth only whispered in respone, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek, before heading to work to remove Daivia's trousers.
"Me? Nooo." Daivia playfully chirped in response. "I'm just letting you take that risk you said you'd take. I might help you. I might kick you. Who knows?" despite of her words she was extremely cooperative, even helpful. She'd wiggle out of the last piece of clothing.
Lisbeth didn't answer to her teasing, rather than that, she threw the trousers over her shoulder. The captain leaned forard and pressed a soft kiss in the cleft of Daivia's breast, before moving her head to press a kiss ln the pale lady's nipple.
At the same time, her figners caressed their way down Daivia's stomach, to rest teasingly at her inner tigh.
As the trousers had seemed to simply fly over Lisbeth's shoulder, Daivia chuckled. "I... Ohh!" her laughter and subsequent teasing attempt were quickly cut off by a yelp, as the pale woman reacted in a surprisingly sensitive manner to her nipple being kissed.
Letting out a hushed moan as Lisbeth caressed her skin, she'd place her own hand upon that of Lisbeth, slowly guiding her palm up her inner thigh.
Lisbeth didn't halt the ministrations to Daivia's breast, letting her hand be guided towards the pale lady's inner thigh, starting to softly rub across her folds.
Daivia's quiet pants followed Lisbeth's actions. "Lis... beth..." the pale woman murmured as she gave into the tender touches of the pirate woman. Only responding with soft moans and lazy caresses of the other woman's hair, Daivia had simply enjoyed herself.
Lisbeth didn't stop her ministrations to either the woman's breast or sex. The pirate captain extended jer index finger to slip it past Daivia's labia.
(Given the time I spent away, might as well skip a bit to get back at a more neutral point!)
Through and done with all of the heavy labor and pleasantries, Daivia had simply rolled off to the side. Worn, tired and, most importantly, warm the icy woman had simply panted. Heavily. "Oh... dear..." gasping to herself rather than to anyone she'd lay. "Too warm... far too warm..." she'd complain
The woman simply scooted over to a bit more reclusive corner (or at least as far as it could be) of the bed, remaining silent for a while. "What now, Lisbeth? Got a plan for the trap?"
[Aye, aye, cap!]
"My fault," Lisbeth answered with a grin from her seated position in the bed, arms resting onof the headboard. A telltale bottle of rum in her right hand. A chuckle followed soonthe and she took a swig from the bottle, before taking a deep breath to recuperate.
"The ony thing coming to mind is winging it. They got me in a crate," the captain lamented with a soft snort.
"Well, I'm glad you're pleased with yourself." though not facing the pirate woman, Daivia had a pretty good idea that she was hardly unhappy with the outcome. With a slight movement, she'd seem to roll back on her back, now keeping her eyes on the captain.
"You're an amusing woman, Lisbeth." a slight smile of her own had crossed her lips. "Two more... well. One more day, hm? Best of luck to us."
"So am I," came her retort almost immediately, followed by another soft chuckle. And pfcourse, another swig of the bottle. "I'm great at festivities," she met Daivia's glance with her own.
"Aye. T'is up to lady Luck," Lisbeth sighed softly. "Ain't lookin' forward to it."
"Of course you are." the icy woman hummed. "You warm my cold heart at times. It's people like you that I am out here..."
"...and I rather look forward to the encounter..." Daivia's voice continued in an incessant hum. "You could always deny the meeting and run. Do you? Apparently not." her lips parted into a very slight, barely visible grin. "How valiant."
"Running don't solve shit," Lisbeth answered, crinkling her nose and letting out a bitter sigh. "Has nothing to do with being valiant. I just think most likely getting shot at is better than getting shot at." A soft huff left her, eyes sliding closed momentarily.
"Of course. Your... 'colleagues'... sound pleasant." the pale woman remained restless, rolling around, she'd soon settle on her stomach, keeping her head turned to the side, keeping an eye on the pirate. "I'll admit it'd be dull if you got shot."
"Not that I know how your noisy apparatuses work." she'd admit. "You get shot, it makes a hole, bleed, you die?" Daivia seemed to simplify the process and put it into words.
"It'd suck, getting shot," she replied with a soft breath. She smirked bitterly and shook her head. "There's amiddags chance of survival if you get shot in the arm or leg," she corrected. "Though you are fucked otherwise. But bottom line, yeah. That's what happens."
"I'll keep it in mind then. Won't get shot." Daivia simply, almost naively, proclaimed, stretching the arms and her legs, resulting in a rather satisfyingly-sounding crack, leaving her gasping for a yawn, before casually speaking again. "Lisbeth, are you afraid?"
"Not really," she admitted with a sigh. "More.. Irritated and frustrated." The pirate woman dropped the bottle next to her bed, with a loud clunk. "You kinda stop fearing dying after you get in several life and death situations."
She shook her head. "This is just.. A headache, a pain in the neck."
"Hah...hah..." pale woman chuckled. "Of course, Captain Andorr fears not danger." Saying nothing else, Daivia lightly pushed herself up, now sitting before reaching to ruffle the pirate woman's hair. It was in no way a suggestive or a taunting gesture. Well, perhaps teasing, but only a tad. Coupled with a soft smile, the cold grasp of the icy woman was, in a sense, to reassure, in a sense a display of some sort of favor.
"Death isn't too bad," she replied with the same bitter grin. "You're dead. You don't give a damn any longer."
She kept looking Daivia in the eyes, even through her gesture and the soft smile. It didn't feel as belittling assoft it would have before. Now she knew more about the pale lady, it didn't feel as offensive as before.
"Try to get some sleep," she stated after the brief silence.
In general most of her gestures were at least somewhat arrogant or belittling. Whether Daivia admitted it or not. In some cases she simply didn't know any better "Yes, yes." she seemed to enjoy herself a while longer before retracting her hand and allowing her light form to fall back upon the bed, huddled in her own corner, in an attempt to keep cold.
Lisbeth herself kept in her sezted position for quite some time, thinking to herself in silence.
Then, she took a deep breath and pushed herself up with an annoyed murmur, getting dressed again.
Daivia, meanwhile, hardly seemed to move, rather comfortably sprawled upon the bed she appeared dormant. Regardless, she did not seem to sleep. For one reason or another, she didn't find much interest in sleeping at this time - being lazy was a different matter, however.
"Don't tell me you're getting jitters." the pale lady would simply comment after while.
"You'd be the last to know," Lisbeth answered with a soft snort, pushing the door of her cabin open, stepping out.