Relieved knowing Eothian will be fine.

Something’s are not meant to be.

He always has another to blame.

Not all princes can give happy-ever-after.

Who: Breacan and Eothian.
When: Bendy time.
Where: Hell.
Eothian's POV

Note: Drabble. Unbeta blah blah. (Meta knowledge unless otherwise known.)

Breacan rolled on his side, and grimaced. Groaning loudly, he turned on his back again, the pain reminded him of his cracked ribs. The shift of position didn’t help. Every inch of his body hurt. He was exhausted as much as he was hurt. The only thing he could think about was Eothian’s, victorious, last words.

He looked over at the lieutenant lying on the infirmary bed, opposite him. Eothian looked like Breacan felt. The captain remembering Eothian’s words, pulled his pillow from underneath his head and threw it at the lieutenant,

“We showed them.” Said Breacan, laughing at Eothian.

What: Last will and testament of Captain Breacan Sanchez.

NOTE: This is for that time when it is needed. Which is NOT NOW. This is just something the character wants to do. Content is likely to change and should be used as a guide only.

Mun knowledge only.


( PRIVATE: )

At some point I must return.

Dear YOU.

*Flips the bird*.

-Regards, Captain Breacan.

Ship new course plotted by degrees.

Who: Breacan and Amphitrite.
What: A housewarming gift.
When: Now.
Rating: PGR.
Word Count: 1,358.
Notes: Un'beta as usual.

(Meta Knowledge about where the bed came from.)

When I spoke with interior designers on how I should go about decorating my home, they asked me first, what I wanted.

I wanted understated elegance, no clutter, no bright colors which seem the fashion this year. I wanted the house to feel warm, welcoming, without looking like a clinical hotel room. With that in mind they set about producing the desired effect I was wishing for. And now, every room is how it should be, calming, welcoming, with simple elegance.

( Actually, the bedroom would fit in with everything else in the house, if it were not for one single item...the bed. )

Can not be what you want.

Who: Breacan and Poseidon.
What: Random talk.
Where: Breacan's home. Out on the pier.
When: Now.
Words: 955.
Rating: Maybe R as there is M/M references.

Note: Un'beta as usual.

(Meta knowledge only).

Breacan was sitting out on the far end of the pier, alone. Wrapped around him, to fend off the early evening chill, was a blanket. In his hands was a half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Beside him was an ashtray and a half drunk bottle of beer. The captain was trying to get used to the place all over again, he was having trouble accepting he was back.

( “I won't do it.” Even as Poseidon spoke the words, he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t. How far would he go to get Breacan in his bed?.... )

Dear mun,

While I appreciate the thinking of my back history with Edyth, I do believe you are trying too hard.

I concede the idea is realistic and reasonable. However, if you are doing the idea in hopes it will explain away, why his lordship would allow me to court and go as far as marriage without any interference, it is not perhaps the best way to solve the problem.

I may have petition the help of other deities to keep his lordship away from my private affairs. At the moment I had decided to marry Edyth, you can guarantee my first petition for help would go to her Ladyship, Hera. There are also wards which likely may have helped the situation. As the saying goes: ‘Where there is a will, there is a way.’

Lord Poseidon is not a stupid man he has time on his hands, and as we both know, he simply will wait before making a move that in one swift movement will allow him to receive what he wants. And, he did so, did he not?

Think about the idea some more.

-Regards Captain Breacan.

Who: Breacan.
What: Bingo night.
Where: Home.
When: Now.
Rating: PGR.
Note: Unbeta as usual.

Never mix drinking with Bingo night.

The other evening, I found myself talking with the local pastor of the area. He is a languid sort of chap, with a pleasant personality. When I say languid I mean he is slow in his movements and mannerism, his mind, however, is sharp as a tack. That evening, he was lamentation to me about the lack of funds the local church had. The pastor told me, how he had set up a charitable bingo night, in hope to help raise more funds. At this point the conversation turned, and had I the hindsight to have known the outcome of the direction, I likely would have departed quickly and saved myself.

Alas, this was not so.

( Whatever it was, I felt myself sliding under the table. Well, that is what I thought I had done. By this point things had become a little fuzzy.... )

Never mix drinking with Bingo night.

Who: Poseidon and Breacan.
What: Poseidon forcing Breacan to take leave.
Where: Hell.
When: Now.
Rating: Maybe R (hint of M/M).
Note: Un'beta as usual.

Warning: There is a slight reference to rape. Be warned.

Meta knowledge. Unless your muse somehow knows.

Astounded knowing I have onshore leave.

( Poseidon reached out to caress Breacan’s face; the touch ignited a flame of passion in the sea-god... )

Dear Mun,

While I am dubious about you wishing to write for Lieutenant Eothian, I do not mind much. Even if there will be snickering about ‘Invisible friends’.
I am however, concerned about mixing ones head-mates together. We both know it is never a wise thing to do, and eventually ends in grief for yourself. However, if it stops you from obsessing on it, and gives me some freedom back, please do so.

In regards to Lord Poseidon, consider it hard, very hard; I am favor of a strong no. One should learn from their mistakes, and, this opens you up again to make the same mistake over. Though, I will concede, the chap you are thinking of for his face is an appropriate choice.

Also, in regards to placing some of my history in with Lir_daughter, do think very hard about it. I believe it is not needed, there are other ways for me to know Eothian.

Apart from that, I have no other complaints.

-Captain Breacan.


(OOC: Link possibly not work safe as I am talking about smutt previously.)

I am not: Who I appear to be.
I love: Edyth and the sea. In that order.
I hate: Very little.
I fear: Nothing and no one.
I hope: For very little.
I hear: Eothian laughing.
I crave: Chocolate Milk.
I regret: Not been able to save her.
I cry: Rarely.
I care: Rarely.
I always: Treat everyone equally.
I believe: In myself.
I feel alone: Never.
I listen: To my instincts.
I hide: What is important, to keep it safe.
I drive: Like a madman.
I sing: When in the shower.
I dance: Rarely.
I write: Very little.
I play: Prince Charming when I want something.
I miss: Edyth.
I search: For calmness.
I learn: Much from all people.
I feel: Physically sick. And tired, both emotionally and physically.
I know: How to protect lives and sail.
I say: Nothing when I wish not to discuss a topic.
I succeed: I do not boast.
I dream: Of Edyth I do not have dreams.
I wonder: Why he thought I would yield to him.
I want: Nothing.
I have: Enough.
I give: When appropriate.
I fell: For the hair rope scheme. The gullible fool I was.
I fight: As it is the path I am meant to walk.
I need: Edyth Nothing.

What: Light hearted conversation.
Who: Breacan and Eothian.
Where: 'Hell'.
When: Now.
Rating: PGR.
Word Count: 320.
Note: Un’beta as usual.

Meta knowledge. Unless your muse knows.


“You know, what I’m going to do when we get out of here.”

Breacan was half asleep, listening to Eothian.

“What?” came his mumbled, sleep filled, reply.

“I’m going to find myself a sugar mommy.” said Eothian matter of fact.


( Angst free.. )

What: Remembering.
Who: Breacan.
Where: 'Hell'.
When: Now.
Rating: PGR.
Word Count: 792.
Note: Un’beta as usual.
Additional Credit: Conversation with Breacan and Clotho, comes from play with flings_dice, particularly Clotho.

There are some things worth remembering.

PRIVATE

It was pouring down rain. Wet season had come to ‘Hell’ with a vengeance. The rain got into everything, made it damp, wet, cold and turned ground into murky mires.


( “What the bloody hell, are you morons doing over there? Tip toeing through the tulips?! )