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#sorry for the sam drake slander! Charlie is just a massive hater in general
quentinbecks · 3 years
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WIP Day
Thank you to @faithchel and @blissfulalchemist for tagging me to share a WIP. I don’t have too much at the moment, unfortunately.
tagging: @sinfuels @vasiktomis @johnnycranes (I know you just posted. Sorry!) @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @shallow-gravy @honeysides @bleudragonfire @chazz-anova @henbased @amistrio @chyrstis @shellibisshe and anyone else that wants to! My head is killing me and I can’t think right now.
First, have my girl going so far into self-denial she’s gone right into self-acknowledgment:
Oh, I’m doing just fine, Holly, is it?,” she asks a bit too mockingly.
She’s not trying to be rude, but that lingering sense of envy has decided to suddenly rear its ugly head again. Charlie has been trying to reassure herself that it has nothing to do with John, that his presence and touch aren’t affecting her. That she hasn’t been attracted to him since the moment she saw him congregating outside the church that first morning.
She can’t be attracted to him. He’s not at all desirable, he’s a monster and she’s, well, she’s trying to be a good person. She wants to help and John wants to hurt.
Holly cocks her head as she gives her a quizzical look. “You don’t seem fine. You know, it’s okay to want this life.”
“This life?,” Charlie shoots up suddenly. “This isn’t a life. It’s me being kept out here like I’m fucking, I don’t know,” she gesticulates, “Rapunzel or something.”
“It won’t always be like this.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because,” the blonde leans forward, resting her head in her hand, “John actually tells me things. He trusts me and he told me what Joseph foresaw for you.” Holly casts her a knowing look, causing her to feel a twinge of guilt.
And a little bit from the Charlie x Rafe kinktober piece I hope to have finished sometime next week:
Charlie turns her attention to a table towards the back of the ballroom. Seated amongst two beautiful women half his age is her former associate, Mauricio. But he’s not who her eyes are drawn to.
Her gaze lingers on the older, grey-haired gentleman readjusting his bow tie in the background.
Victor Sullivan.
Deciding to keep an eye on the man, she heads over to her friend and his companions. “Rico!,” Charlie calls out as she saunters over.
“Ms. Berger!,” the older man calls out as he stands. “How long has it been now? Three? Four years?”
“Two,” she corrects him. “I see some things never change, though,” Charlie nods towards the women perched watching them.
“You know beautiful women are drawn to me. Speaking of which, querida, you’re looking ravishing as ever.” Mauricio plants a kiss on her hand, causing her to roll her eyes.
“I’m afraid I’m taken, my dear. Though, I must say, I would prefer to be living the high life in Porto to the highlands.”
Charlie can’t help but have her attention drawn to Victor, noticing that Nadine has now joined him. Feeling uneasy, she begins to dig in her clutch for her phone, openly ignoring the man in front of her now.
Noticing her distracted state, her friend turns around to see what’s taken the focus off of himself and the tale he’s begun to tell. “Victor Sullivan is here? I thought that man retired.”
“So did I. Have you heard anything about what’s brought him out tonight? What have people been saying?”
Charlie’s voice sounds crazed and she knows she sounds way more frenzied than the situation calls for, but deep in her gut she knows Samuel Drake is involved in this somehow.
She’s never trusted the man, but Rafe has always assured her that he’s dependable and that with his knowledge of Avery and other pirates, he’s closer to finding the treasure than he ever was before. That somehow their time spent in a Panamanian jail together has bonded them.
Charlie knows that’s bullshit. There’s no honor amongst thieves and Rafe would be naive to believe otherwise.
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