Izzy visibly tenses at his words, though—he’s awfully expressive, now that Stede is bothering to pay attention—and his answer is sharp. “If you want me gone, just say so.” “It wouldn’t make a difference, you wouldn’t leave. And anyway, I don’t want you fucking off and coming back with the whole navy again!” “Still mad about that, Bonnet?” “I certainly am!” says Stede, which does seem, as he’s in the process of creating bubbles for Izzy’s bath, like it’s not especially true. If he held a grudge every time someone wanted him dead, he wouldn’t have a single ally. “You ruined my day with that, and Ed’s too!” “Learned my lesson,” Izzy says. His eyes flit to his missing leg, just briefly. Stede’s caught himself staring at what’s left of Izzy’s leg more than once, finding the sight of it more than a little jarring. What must it be like to live decades with all of one’s limbs intact, only to one day have to start to learn everything all over again? Izzy seems to be making the best of it, and he has the crew’s support, but Stede can’t imagine it.

#ofmdwipwwednesday #ofmdfic #serafic #stizzy coming soon. 😀