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Feeling a little daft about your sudden outbreak you wiped your now red raw eyes. You weren't sure how long you'd been hunched over the table, balling your eyes out but now would be a good time to stop.
You choked back any remaining tears and stood from your seat but before you were even stood up-right another wave of sobs hit you. You hated this weird control these tears had over you. You'd never been a cryer. You'd lived years of a rough, unhappy life but you'd never felt so hurt. How had an apology done this to you? Apologising is supposed to make thing better, not worse.
You closed your eyes tight and let the bitter feeling take over. You clutched the necklace to your chest as your knees started to feel weaker and weaker until they finally gave way and your body start to fall.
Although like the last time your body had fallen, you were caught by the same pair of strong hands.
They pulled you up against a fairly well known chest and held you against it. One hand held you close while the other one began to pat your hair.
"Shhhhh~ its okay." A warm Scotish accent cooed into your ear, comforting you the best it could. "Talk tae me. Tell me whit's wrong."
"E-everything. Everythings wrong." You heaved between each sob.
"Tell me whit? Get it out of ye. A promise it will 'elp."
"So many things. I-I miss my mother an- and Katherine." Your voice was turning to a whisper. "Then you! You hurt my head and my heart and I don't understand it."
Holding on quite tightly he lowered himself to your seat and pulled you to his lap. His large hands gently rubbing up and down your back.
"Talk to me about them. Tell me about your mother, what happened?" He continued to coo.
"Sh- she died. She left us. I didn't know what to do. She left us alone with no money or home or any idea what to do." The truth spilled out of your mouth so easily, but you just wanted the tears to stop. If the Captain said it would help then you would do it.
A part of you was glad to be telling him all this, you'd hardly told him anything yet but it already felt good to tell someone your problems.
"She caught the black death and left me to look after Katherine."
"Whit 'bout yer father?"
"I don't remember him. He left when I was young. I don't know where he is." You sniffed, using your sleeve to rub away you newest tears.
The Scotsman soon pulled your hands away and resumed your actions.
"An Katherine? Tell me about her. Is that your sister?"
"Y-yes. She must hate me. She's thirteen and she alone and so small. I-I was supposed to look after her and I didn't. I'm here instead.
.Slightly more like Scotland P.O.V but not quite.
Soothing people and making them feel better was defiantly not Allistors thing. Being sympathetic was not one of his strong points but he could'nt leave you like that, even if he'd wanted to. He hadn't meant to make you cry.
But this? This he did not expect.
She had a sister? A young sister? And he had taken her away from that. No wonder she's the way she is. She must be traumatised. Katherine must be traumatised. Somewhere their is a child wondering the streets alone and it was his fault!
He noticed his grip on you had increased when you flinched away from him. Automatically he let go.
You held onto him though, so he embraced you again. Trying his hardest to keep you calm. Your tears had slowed dramatically and he could see your lids getting heavier.
"How long?"
"Five years. Since I was her age." Your voice was quiet and sounded as though it hurt.
Obviously this only added to his concern. He hated feeling responsible for all this. He wanted to punch something, then have a strong drink.
"Captain?" You rasped once more. It sounded like you could use a drink to.
"Yeah."
"What's your name?" He was taken back. Hadn't he told you his name? That would explain why you always called him Captain.
"Its Allistor. Captain Allistor Kirkland, at yer service." He joked, your sweet giggle made him feel warm for a second. "Ye need tae be gettin' tae bed." He continued. Lifting you bridal style and carrying through the ship.
You put up a small protest when he passed your bunk be he shushed you. He wouldn't have you sleeping on one of those barkit cloth thin bed when you were in this condition. No. You could stay in his bed. He'd just have to find somewhere else.
The moment he'd finished tucking you under his sheets and putting your things on the bedside table, he was off to his drinks stash. Rum sounded good about now. Since scotch and whiskey didn't seem to be doing much good recently.
Just as the glass reached his lips your voice called to him once more.
"Allistor?"
"I thought I told you to shush. You'll make your throat worse." He huffed out.
"I know, but will you stay with me. Until I fall asleep?"
Wow! She really must be feeling venerable right now.
"Aye, just gimme a minute Lass."
He'd never downed a glass faster. He poured himself a second, just in case. Then decided to take the bottle with him. He left it beside the bed as he stripped of his vest, shirt, boots, belt and crawled under the covers before enveloping you against his chest. Your silky [h/c] his felt cool against his chest in contrast to your breath.
I could get used to this. He peered down at your small features and the way you looked when you were falling in and out of sleep. He was enjoying the buzz the tiny amount of rum had given him, but it didn't last long.
I can't keep her here. She has to go back to her sister.
Not liking the reality of the situation he decided it was wise to of kept the rum close at hand. He reached across for it, completely ignoring the glass.
I want to keep her so badly.
How could I live with myself know I ruined both there lives?
He took a big swig from the green bottle. Hopeful, he could drink away those thoughts...