Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angle l) S01 E25

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angle l) S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

“Pirate King”

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Victoria POV

Watching the sunset by the beach was supposed to be romantic.

Biscuit took a long swig from the bottle he’d stolen from the farmer’s cellar, as the waves touched our feet.

“Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!” He called out, whistling the tune.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the bottle from him.

Screw romantic.

Sun down meant prime time for creeps .

“So do we have a plan, Captain Biscuit Sparrow?” I asked, crossing my legs.

“We scurry forth. Seaward and to the great lands beyond, wench.”

I had sand practically everywhere, I hadn’t showered in two days, and my last meal had been a crab, unfortunate enough to snap its claws at me.

I would’ve thrown the bottle at him, but I needed the alcohol too much.

“Cut it out.” I punched his arm. “What are we going to do? Aren’t you the one with the assignments and the big plans?”

He lay back against the sand. The sky was golden red painted with a tinge of pink and faint green, the waves glistening with the fading lights.

“The biggest plan we have now is to wait.”

My stomach growled.

D--n poetic.

“Great idea, Sherlock.” I muttered. “We’ll just wait until I lose twenty more pounds. Because I really want to audition for Victoria’s Secret in the middle of fücking nowhere.”

Biscuit sat up on his elbows.

“We’d have to wait an awfully long time in that case, Shortcake.”

I smacked him not for the first time today.

“You just called me fat.”

He gave me a once over. I couldn’t help noticing how he spent about five seconds longer on my breasts and my butt.

“Honey, I’m calling you perfectly fat.” Biscuit lay back down, smiling like an angel.

“I’m calling you perfectly tactless.” I mimicked his tone, fuming.

I didn’t notice his hand as he tugged at my wrist. I fell back into the sand next to him. His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me close so I was a mere inch from his face.

I should’ve punched him.

“How’s that for tactless?” Biscuit looked me in the eyes, his own an endless ocean reflecting the sky. “You fit in my arms the right way and that’s all that really matters, baby.”

I couldn’t punch him.

D--n it.

It was a weird thing. I could rewire a bomb without a single doubt but it was times like these when I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Was I supposed to say ‘Gee, thanks. I think you’re insanely hot too’?

Was I supposed to act all shy and shît?

Was I supposed to kiss him?

Biscuit was still looking at me.

Say. Something.

“Cheesy much?” I smiled, on the borderline between awkward and creepy. “Did this actually work on the other chicks you’ve banged?”

Rejected a compliment, killed the mood and brought up all past lovers in one sentence.

I’m clearly amazing at romance.

Biscuit laughed. “No.”

I arched a brow.

“Because I’d never use that on them.” He finished, his eyes dark. “They were too easy for me. You’re the best challenge I’ve had in a long time.”

“The thing is,” I put a finger over his lips, drawing close. His eyes were smouldering and his body was taut.

One minute he was holding me, the next I was on top of him, pinning his wrists with one hand and holding one of his blades against his throat.

“I’m not your challenge, Biscuit.”

He simply smiled.

It took him the same amount of time to break my grip, toss the knife away by the blade and pull me down to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat through his shirt and feel his lips brushing my hair.

“I sure hope not, sweetheart.” He said, calmly. “Because I happen to win at everything I try.”

I pulled away on principle, despite the fact that this handsome, infuriating bastärd was finally seeing me as something other than the bîtch who tried to kill his friend.

“Not this time.” I said, firmly ignoring the voices in my head. “This time you shut the fück up and think of something useful for us to do.”

He gave me a cryptic smile.

“I already have.”

The sun sank below the horizon and night fell fast in a matter of minutes. Once it was dark, the strangest thing happened.

Beneath the water, pale blue lights began glowing. It was like a dance, flickering and waning until finally, it emerged from the surface in the form of a person.

From behind us, near the shore the same breed of light people emerged from the trees, only these were golden.

I was legitimately scared I was going to be kidnapped by aliens and have something shoved up my butt.

I looked at Biscuit. He appeared to have no such worries, which was a little comforting.

“Should I be scared?” I asked, as quietly as I could.

“Yes.” He said, deadbeat. “You should probably dig a hole and shove your head in the sand like an ostrich. That should help immensely.”

I glared at him.

One of the light people floated close to us. Biscuit extended his hand towards it and a thread of gold connected him to the light.

In response, the thing –

Bowed?

“There’s a reason Corsica still has humans.” He said, as the light transformed into a whirlwind. I noticed that his eyes were paler than usual. “This is a sylph, an air spirit. They inhabit mortals until nightfall, dead or alive. They also happen to be amazing at flying. This kind lady’s agreed to take us to Vetresca.”

As the sylph lifted him off the ground, I wondered if my day could get any weirder.

“Why do they like you?” Biscuit looked like the Flash in slow motion, as the spirit surrounded him. “And how do you know that it’s a ‘she’?”

“Probably because I don’t ask questions like that.” He said rolling his eyes. “I read her mind.”

Reading minds, teleporting to islands, controlling random glowing lights, cooking stuff, constantly ruining my life –

Biscuit had a super diverse skill set.

“So.” I muttered, as another light began pooling at my feet. “What’s the assignment again?”

Biscuit should’ve been crowned the king of master plans.

“Save the world. And try not to get seasick.”

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Victoria : “COMMENT FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL SYLPH.” XD