06-23-2011, 02:32 AM
((Hehehe. You think I'm just gonna walk away? ;)
Laiden: *mumbles something and blushes darkly*))
There was no sound save the waves for a long while. The ship creaked a bit . . . and then there was the sound of a key releasing the stubborn lock. Laiden swallowed thickly, looking equally guilty and pleased. The blanket had been folded neatly on the boxes near the hook for the keys, but his loose clothing still made no sound.
Cold fingers wrapped about Scarlett's wrist as the keys went to work on the metal bindings. He didn't meet Scarlett's gaze until he managed to get everything off of her. The soft smile that entered his features was eager. Laiden stood at the edge of the girl's bunk until she moved to stand. "No trouble," he rasped above the sound of a vicious wave. Tilting his head to watch as the young woman moved, the youth pushed the keys into the pocket of his dark pants.
He couldn't help but feel as though he was doing something absolutely right . . . and terribly wrong. If anyone else happened to see that the Blackbeard was on deck . . . there would be more trouble than necessary. Completely forgetting about what the danger was for a moment, Laiden stepped out of the cell and waited for Scarlett to do the same. He beckoned (in an odd way) for her to follow him up to the deck. Fresh air would do her good.
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