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The Things Left Unsaid
« on: Nov 09, 18, 07:40:08 PM »
He'd had a delivery to make in Portland to some wealthy bureaucrat... and it had put him in a somewhat sour mood.  The Bureaucrat was griping about how the price of some of these goods had gone up due to piracy on the seas, and Bishop... had immediately thought of Tanner.

Yeah... Tanner's choices may have ruined Bishop's life (not that he had ever really told him), and yeah, Tanner may have died in some incident at sea.. but Tanner had been a good man.  He'd had his rules, his lines that he wouldn't cross, and he'd stuck to them.

Power hungry bureaucrats, on the other hand, would murder their mothers for enough coin.  Still - it wouldn't do to say such a thing to the client.  He wasn't in Little Terreille for his own purposes, though he would certainly say so if anyone asked, he was here because he had a job to do and that job kept his little girl in good standing at home.

He would probably never see her again - but at least he could say with a clear conscience that he was doing everything he could.

After dealing with that asshole, he'd made his way down tot he docks to stare out over the water.  Tanner had always loved the water.  It hadn't really surprised Bishop too much when Tanner chose a profession that would take him out to sea.  Hell, if he were honest he couldn't say he was surprised to find out his brother had gone pirate.

Tanner had always been about adventure - about living life.  Bishop had been the one who had been focused on duty and the process and...   Sighing, Bishop ran his fingers through his hair and then bound the mass up behind his head in a tight ponytail.

Sitting here and staring at the horizon wasn't going to bring his brother back.  There was a pub nearby, and that would do more for his mood than staring glumly out at the water.  Drinking wouldn't bring his brother back either - but it might make Bishop feel better.  And really, what more could he want than that?

He was in no rush to get back to Rockland, not yet.  He could trust that his partner had things well in hand, and that the new Secretary would be able to keep the files in order while he was away.  A day or two of letting loose wasn't going to end his career - and really, it might do more for his cover here in the big territory of L.T. than being serious all the time would.

The pub was obviously a sailor's place.  The language was coarse, the humor vulgar... and the ale was good.  Pirates liked their booze.  So did sailors.  And here in the pub?  Who would be able to tell the difference?

Had Tanner ever come here?  Had this been a place he'd known?

"I'm going to need three to start off the night."
"You got it, Prince."  Bishop grinned, paying his coin for his drinks and shrugging his shoulders to loosen up before he began to drink down the first of his mugs.  Three would be a good start - but it wouldn't be enough

Nah.. he'd loosen up with a few drinks and then see what entertainment he could find.  Maybe there was a Red Moon House nearby.  He could use their services.. that might take care of some of his stress.

Maybe.

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #1 on: Nov 09, 18, 08:50:19 PM »
Damn it was chilly outside. It was technically still autumn bit with the bite in the air and the overcast above, Ly really wouldn't be surprised to see flurries fluttering down all around them. This wasn't really something that bothered the ex-pirate. Rather, it lifted his spirits a bit. Maybe the cold was uncomfortable and the snow was inconvenient to some - but Lysander didn't mind the cold and he thought snow was beautiful. It always seemed so festive and light. Mornings at sea where a light flurry would ghost over them were probably some of his favorite memories. Rolling over in the bed or his hammock, whichever the case may have been, and peering out into the quiet gray morning - it was just... magic.

A magic that had nothing to do with Craft.

But though it looked like it was going snow, it hadn't yet, and Lysander had had a bit of a long day. A shipment of his (which was actually completely legit in nature) had gotten held up with the thrice-damned fucking Port Authority, and those pricks just loved to give him trouble. He'd arrived there this morning to try and get his shipment back and had spent

SIX

FUCKING

HOURS

battling the fuckers to get his harmless little box of children's books back. Which was, of course, exactly how he'd wanted to spend the better part of his day.

Hence why he was now heading to one of his preferred haunts along the strip near the port. It was a place he'd frequented for... ages really. Whenever they docked in Little Terreille actually. And since settling here almost two years ago he'd found himself drifting back to it. It was a good place, felt comfortable, like home.

So even despite the stress of the day he found himself wearing a bit of a grin as he crossed the threshold and made his way up to the bar. His hand raised and he was going to summon the bartender for a round of his preferred when out of the corner of his eye just down the bar he saw... a ghost.

His heart froze.

"Tanner?"

His voice was tight, high with shock. Then the man turned his face a bit more toward him, maybe in response to the name and once looking at him straight-on rather than in profile Lysander was able to see the differences. Not Tanner. His heart still beating too fast, his lips turned up in a paltry excuse of a smile.

"Bishop."





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #2 on: Nov 09, 18, 09:03:07 PM »
Tanner?

Like a pulse of pain, that name struck his chest.  Of course his brother had come here.  Naturally. Why had he ever doubted it?  His head turned, narrowing eyes towards whoever had been stupid enough to say his brother's name near him, to him, of all people.  And naturally?  It was one of two people who could.

There was, of course, Tanner's wife.  She was allowed say Bishop's little brother's name whenever she wanted, however she wanted.  She'd remarked on how similar they looked more than one time.  And then there was this guy.

Lysander Kane.  Tanner's shipboard lover, crewman.. all around fun fellow from what Tanner had said in his letters.  Bishop had met the man, once, when going ot check on his brother's wife.  Lysander had seemed a good man then. 

So why the hell was Lysander alive, and Tanner wasn't?  The heat of that thought drew him back, so he closed his eyes and raised his mug to his lips, tipping it back until he had finished it.  The process of chugging it all down helped him reign in his temper.  Tanner had been a pirate.

Lysander had too.  Maybe they'd bitten off more than they could chew.  Maybe Lysander had survived it, and Tanner hadn't.  Knowing his brother?  That was probably how it had gone down.  Knowing his baby brother?  Tanner had probably been stupid enough to put himself at risk for others.. and that was probably why Tanner was dead.

"Kane."  He said the word gruffly.. and then pushed his third mug in Kane's direction.  "Have a seat.  I get the feeling this is more your place than mine anyways."  After all, this was Bishop's first time here.  He stared towards the far wall, ordering three more mugs for himself.  The exchange of coin for mugs was little more soothing than a bee sting.

But he could fix that.  He just had to get a good buzz going.  "How you been?"

Can I rearrange your face?  Why do you get to keep breathing, and my baby brother doesn't?

He didn't ask those questions.  The last few years had made it painfully clear to him that life was fucking unfair.  Sometimes good people died, and bad people didn't.  Sometimes the brightest lights in the world went out. 

Tanner's death probably hadn't been Kane's fault.  "Sorry.  Been a hell of a day."

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #3 on: Nov 09, 18, 10:09:21 PM »
A hell of a day. Yeah. No kidding.

"I can relate," he responded - though his voice sounded a bit distant to his own ears as he sat down heavily on the bar stool, then took up the mug before him and drained half of it before it had even really registered that Bishop had been the one who had passed it to him. The Port Authority had nothing on the start he'd gotten upon coming up to the bar and thinking, even for a split second, that he was somehow facing Tanner's ghost. It had been unreal. Terrifying. And... there had been a pang in his chest, something that was the opposite of fear. Something closer to longing.

Tanner had been his best friend. Fuck he missed him. He was inching along toward uncovering what had really happened regarding his death, but while that helped in some ways... in others it only seemed to make it all harder. Like he was stuck, trapped in this cycle - and wouldn't be freed of it, wouldn't be granted any kind of closure or resolution, until it was done.

Ly took a deep breath then drained the rest of the mug before looking over at Bishop. 

"How you been?"

His throat tightened but he cleared past it. "Alright. I've ah.. gone straight I guess you could say." More or less. "Opened up a sort-of bookshop here in Portcity. Right off the main drag here, down Whistler." More words piled up behind that, but he wasn't sure he could say them. Lysander had only met Bishop one or two times in all the years he had known Tanner. One of those times had been at Tanner's wedding. Tanner and Bishop hadn't always seen eye to eye on things, but they were brothers, and they loved each other. Ly hadn't seen the other man since well before Tanner had... He wondered how much Bishop knew about what happened. He wondered if Bishop knew that Tanner had been talking about retirement, about going clean and settling down along the coast. About becoming a full-time husband and maybe even a father...

As far as Lysander knew, he'd been the only one that Tanner had told about these plans. He'd kept them to himself when bringing the horrible news home to his wife, not wanting to make her pain even worse with the pressure of could-have-beens and almosts.

It was one of the reasons why he'd decided to do the same for himself.

Lysander lifted his eyes to the bartender, who, recognizing the look quickly set another tall mug of amber ale before him. He took a long drink of this before looking back over to Bishop. "I didn't realize you were in Little Terreille."





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #4 on: Nov 09, 18, 10:19:27 PM »
"Yeah.  I bet."  Lysander Kane hadn't known because after Tanner had died, Bishop had not gone looking for him.  Bishop had been to see Tanner's wife.. to check on things.  But he hadn't stayed long.  It had been too clear, even then, that he resembled his brother too much.  Bishop's eyes closed, and he set to drinking down another mug.

Long moments of silence.  Pained silence.  They'd both loved Tanner, albeit very very differently.  Tanner had been too damned good for the world - profession not withstanding.

"Working trade between Dharo and Little Terreille.  Got a shop in Rockland.. had a delivery here, though."  Bishop finally turned to look at Lysander, to narrow his eyes and really look at him.  There was so much he wanted to say.  Hell, there were things he wanted to do.. like punch Lysander in the jaw. 

What if Kane was why Tanner had stuck around on that damned ship?  What if it was Kane's... no.  Tanner had made his choices.  And the rest of them?  They'd had to live with those.  He swallowed that diatribe down.

"Don't go home much.  The family looks at me like you did.  I'm older than him, and I'm apparently his ghost too.  Great times."  He sighed, rubbing his fingers across his nose.  "We know he sank.  We assume it was work.  But what really fucking happened, Kane?"

I deserve to know that much.  I deserve to know how my pirate brother, that fucked up my life, that I fucking loved, was killed.  It was a lot to ask.  He knew it even as he said it.  Tanner was dead and gone.  There was nothing that Lysander could tell him to fix that.

There was nothign that would ever bring his family back.

"Doesn't matter I guess.  So books, huh?  Can't say I ever saw that coming.  Tanner talked, once, about settling down somewhere.  I figured he was just trying to be nice to the folks though."  He looked at his mug, Bishop did, and he let loose a soft growl.  "He was always nice to the folks."

Kalia.  Tanner had cost him Kalia... and Bishop would have been ok with that if the asshole hadn't gone and gotten himself dead.  Ok, so he wasn't okay with losing his daughter over his brother's choices, but he could have lived with it.

Now?  Now it just all fucking sucked.  "The shop working out for you?  You need work?"

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #5 on: Nov 09, 18, 10:41:25 PM »
The moment Ly had not-so-secretly been dreading came - and Bishop asked about what happened. About what had really happened. His tongue got stuck in the back of his throat again, and for long enough that Bishop probably just thought he wasn't going to answer and barrelled on, but whatever he was saying Lysander barely registered it. He was still thinking about that first quesiton, and about how to answer it. About if he should...

No, no he definitely had to answer it. Tanner was dead, and he, Lysander, was alive. Bishop was his brother - was the family that he had been the closest to and... Ly felt like he owed it to him. He'd been there that day. He'd been one of a handful of people that had seen him... seen him before he went down with that ship.

"We were betrayed," he finally heard himself say - after a long enough silence that it had probably been awkward for Bishop to sit there beside him, just waiting. It wasn't like him to be this struck dumb - granted Bishop didn't really know him so probably wouldn't know that. But... even in the most awkward and uncomfortable, or enraging situations Lysander was usually able to put his own spin to it. He was usually able to find something to hold onto. Some bit of humor or purpose or something. But right now.. right now he was... raw. This conversation made him naked and he didn't know what to do about it, how to navigate it. And when you strip away every protection, every angle, every defense mechanism, all there was left were the facts. Was the truth.

"A member of our crew spread lies and corrupted enough of the others, manipulated the situation to get people loyal to him hired on to that last voyage, and mutinied us. He locked us down in the hull and set the ship ablaze, cargo and all, to let us die." His voice had gotten softer, but remained even, and he forced himself to look over at the other man. "He was after something that Tanner had found, but he didn't get it." And he himself had gone back to the sunken ship last summer to recover it, if only so that the fucker who'd killed Tanner wouldn't get his hands on it.

There was another stiff, pregnant pause, and Lysander met Bishop's eyes. "Your brother was a good man, Prince. He was the best, and bravest man I have ever known. If I could trade my life for his..." His voice drifted off and he looked away, down into his glass.





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #6 on: Nov 09, 18, 10:53:22 PM »
Your brother was a good man, Prince.  He was the best, and bravest, man I have ever known.
"I always knew he was."  Bishop said those words quietly.  Tanner had always been kind of a hot head, especially for a Warlord.  But it had almost always boiled down to Tanner defending someone.  Almost always, it was about what he considered the greater good.

His brother's problem was that he hadn't cared about laws, or Protocol, or rules.  But he'd been a good man.  The best.  Shit, Tanner would be ashamed of how Bishop was handling things - and even knowing that, Bishop couldn't really fix it.

What other option did he have?  Kalia's mother was dead, Bishop had no standing to take her in, and she was better off at the Webster Court.  Doing what he did now.. was it any different from what Tanner had chosen to do?

Yeah.  Tanner didn't pretend to be friendly to someone just so he could spy.

Bishop sighed, reaching back to undo the tie in his hair.  There were too many memories in this damned place, and he had never been here.  But then, Tanner was everywhere for him.  He'd see a beautiful woman, and nudge his brother.  He'd see a beautiful man, and nudge his brother.  Hell, he'd just see a pretty flower, and point it out to his brother.  Tanner had loved everything about life.

"What's done is done, Kane."  Bishop said those words gruffly.  Had to, because otherwise he was going to choke up.  "You been to see Emilia, lately?"  Bishop hadn't been to see her all year.  It did him some good to see her, of course.. it really did.  But it burned him too.  Emilia and Tanner had never had baby.  He wished they had - there would be something of him left in the world.  But they never had.

"I haven't been to see her all year.  Makes me a shit brother in law.. but I just.."  He sighed. "Don't have the heart for it.  Sides.. she doesn't like seeing me."  Emilia didn't like to see him.  His fucking parents didn't like seeing him.

Hell, for all he knew, Kalia would shriek and run away if she saw him.  For the first time in a while, he felt the loneliness of that hit him like a hammer to a bell.  It was just the thought of the secretary at his office that kept him from deciding to get so drunk he'd end up in trouble.  The last thing he needed to do was provide a shit poor example of self control to that young man.

"I need to get out of here.  You know where the closest Red Moon place is?"  If he didn't drive himself into exhaustion, he was going to do something dumb.  He could feel it in his bones.  "Shit, I'll pay for your night too if you can show me where it is."

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #7 on: Nov 09, 18, 11:09:51 PM »
'What's done is done...'

Not quite. There was still the matter of that fucker who had killed Tanner. He was still free, still off doing fuck-knows-what in fuck-knows-where. He wasn't suffering any consequences yet, but he would. It might take another year, or five, or ten, but he would suffer for what he had done - for the life he had stolen, for the light he had snuffed out. The world was poorer for the loss of Tanner Creed, born Tanner Thatcher of Dharo, and killing the man who had caused his death wouldn't bring him back but it would offer some satisfaction to those wounded by the loss of that bright smile. It would offer some justice to Tanner's memory, to his soul, may it rest among the waves at peace.

A part of him almost divulged this. He almost said that rat's name and told Bishop Thatcher what he knew, or what he thought he knew, about what he was up to now. He almost asked the other man for his help in tracking him down and cutting him open.

But he didn't. Instead he lifted his mug and drained it almost completely. Maybe he should have, he probably owed it to the other man. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep this vengeance to himself - or maybe he didn't want this to touch the remaining pieces of Tanner still left in this world. It was why he also hadn't told Emilia what he knew.

"I've seen her," he said with a small nod when the other asked if he'd been to see Tanner's widow. "We get together every few weeks as long as we're both free." That Emilia hadn't hated him had been a blessing Lysander hadn't known he'd needed. "Never for long - just for coffee usually, or I pick up some groceries for her. She still lives in their house." He finished the rest of his mug. "You should go see her. She's been doing better recently. I think she's healing." He had to believe she was, anyway. He needed to.

A tight smile tugged at his mouth and he nodded as Bishop Thatcher mentioned getting out of the pub that now was reminding him of the old days, and Tanner's drunken songs while laying blitzed out of his fucking mind across the length of the bar as they all sang along and laughed...

"Yeah, I know a few places." He stood then and pulled his wallet from his pocket, throwing down several marks to cover his and Thatcher's drinks. "Come on. Some air wouldn't be a bad idea either."





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #8 on: Nov 09, 18, 11:19:16 PM »
Some air wouldn't be a bad idea either.

Oh there were plenty of bad ideas in the air.  Bishop didn't handle loss well.  He never really had - though he hadn't known that until Kalia had been taken away from him.  He'd led a fairly charmed life.. up until his daughter was removed from his life.  Then it had just been one shit show after another.

Frankly, he should be a pro by now.  He wasn't.  Should be, but wasn't.

His eyes drifted to the side, watching Kane as the man walked with him out of the bar.  He could see it, from this angle.  What Tanner must have seen.  Lysander had a good mouth - the lines meant for smiling visible in profile.  He had beautiful hair.  Shit, just on looks, Lysander Kane would have hit buttons.

And he seemed like he had really given a damn about Tanner too.  It had been love.. something he remembered with an aching fondness.  "When you get the bastard..."  He thought about it, and then shrugged.  "Send me a piece of him.  Then I can at least write home and tell the folks that the bastard responsible for Tanner dying is dead."  Was it gruesome?  Yes.

Frankly, it was.  But Lysander Kane didn't know Bishop Thatcher.  Bishop Thatcher was a man who did things in a particular way, with a particular process - and in the few instances when Kane had seen him before?  There had been no reason to let his dark side come out to play.

Now there was.  His fingers itched to pin something down, to drive his stress and anger into a willing body for as long as it would take to excise memory and anger.  He didn't have one, yet, to do that with.  So he let his fingers tap against his thighs, frustration making him just a little twitchy.

"You know.  When Tanner was little... he walked up to a kid almost twice his size and punched him right in the dick for making a girl cry.  I knew the second I saw that... Tanner would do what he wanted, no matter what.  I'm... glad.. he had some friends with him, at the end.  He probably..."  He cleared his throat.  "Probably would have chosen that way to go, ya know?  Protecting friends."

Protecting a lover, and making sure that lover survived.  That was Tanner.  It would always be Tanner, even long after Tanner was dead.  Shit.  He sighed, rubbing at his eyes, before rolling his shoulders a bit.  "As for Emilia... yeah, not gonna do that to her.  Last time I stopped in, she cried the entire time.  And I hate seeing her not be able to look me in the face.  But I hope she's healing up.  She should.  Emilia is a fine Lady, and she deserves whatever happiness she can find."

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #9 on: Nov 15, 18, 08:13:57 PM »
Lysander looked over at the other male at his macabre request, not at all phased by it. Instead of offering something consoling, or a vague reassurance that justice will be served, he held out his hand to shake on the promise he was about to make.

"I swear it," he said solemnly. "Your piece of choice, I'll be sure it gets to you." Because there was no doubt in his mind that he would kill the bastard. He would. And when he did he would feel no remorse, and wouldn't even blink at the task of hacking off parts of him to deliver to anyone who wantes evidence of the man's deliverance. Lysander was a normally very light-hearted and genial Warlord. He was a fighter, sure, but not from a place of rage or raw aggressive instinct like those of higher castes - but rather a place of enthusiasm and energy.

But this... This was different. This was personal. That fucker would die. Slowly, if he had the choice. He wished there was a realm of torture he could send him to, a place for him to spend eternity suffering. He supposed he could hire a Black Widow, sure, but a spell like that would require him to be left alive, and Lysander wasn't willing to permit that.

He took a slow breath in and it shook on the exhale, which he covered by quickly picking up his glass and tossing back the rest of the amber burn within.

When he set the glass down it was with a small laugh that held very little mirth. "Yeah that sounds like him..." He licked his lips, looked at his empty glass, then signaled the bartender to keep them coming. "When we were ambushed he was the first to get free of where they tied us up down below," he said after a moment without looking at him. "He set me free first, finagled his way through the shields... Then I started getting the others out a few at a time as he went about breaking them free."

He was quiet, his hands shaking on the bartop, and his eyes weren't really seeing where they were. He was back on the ship. Back on the day Tanner was taken from them.

"We were in the clear but he turned back, one last time. I don't know why... We'd gotten everyone out... I called after him, started to follow... And then it blew. I was thrown from the ship and when I woke up we we're halfway to shore, and Tanner was.. gone."





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« Reply #10 on: Nov 21, 18, 02:51:01 PM »
I swear it.

There was almost physical relief in those words as they poured out of Lysander's mouth.  "Getting his eyes preserved in a box would be nice."  Bishop grinned, holding up a hand to get a good round of drinks.  Many drinks.

Hearing how Tanner died?  That was both ... aggravating and proud.  Tanner had gone helping his friends... mostly.  What had he been after in that damned ship?  Did it matter?  He let his eyes wander over Lysander's face as he lost himself in the memory, and the way that his hands shook.  Quietly, he reached out and plucked up Lysander's hand and pressed a cup into it.

"I'd offer to comfort you, but I think you'd be disturbed."  Bishop snorted, then turned his eyes towards the wall.  "Tanner was a handful growing up.  I was always having to scramble to pull his ass out of trouble.. but I could never stay mad at him."  He sighed, plucking up his own drink.  "Even when I really should have been.  No matter what he did, I couldn't get angry."

Bishop turned his eyes down into his cup, studying the liquid there as if it held answers.  "Even after he got into his work with you and the crew... I couldn't stay angry.  Tanner was the world, and I..."  Bishop had to close his eyes.  Had to.  Tanner had cost him his daughter.  And Tanner would never know it.  Emilia would never know it.  Hell, his own parents only knew because he'd had to tell them why they couldn't see her.

Shit. 

"I miss the shit out of that asshole.  He wouldn't have been Tanner if he'd done anything else though... so..."  He raised his glass, tilting his head up.  "I think... I'm going to get very drunk tonight.  You in?"  It was a terrible idea.  Bishop KNEW that.  But grief really only had two outlets in his head. 

Drinking and sex.  Sex, he was fairly certain, was not on the table tonight.  Not necessarily because it was Lysander... fuck, Bishop could try to get anyone really - no, he was fairly certain it wasn't on the table because with his luck he'd try to fuck the wrong person here in this shit hole city and end up with a gang price on his head.

So drinking it was.

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #11 on: Dec 11, 18, 05:11:31 PM »
There was a hand on his and then it was a glass of something strong and sweeter than expected. He downed it, then slid the empty vessel forward with a slight jerk of his head to signal for another. The side of his mouth peeled back in a smile that was malformed on a face used to cheer and flirtations - as it was twisted by grief and something else. "It's alright, I'm not sure I could perform too well anyway to be honest, and I'd hate to leave you any more disappointed than I likely already have." Lysander could fuck when he was happy, when he was angry, when he was bored - but he couldn't summon desire when he was depressed and hurting. Even if he could, or was eager enough to try, he knew he wouldn't be able to get where he'd need to be with Bishop Thatcher - he just looked too much and yet not enough like Tanner.

He didn't say that though; he just let the subject go. Besides, what he'd said was true in any case. Really he wouldn't blame Thatcher if the man decided that Tanner's blood was on his hands. It wasn't, Ly had come to terms enough to realize that much - that there was no way he could have saved him, no way he could have been faster or stronger or more stubborn to ensure that Tanner got out of there alive... but that still couldn't ease all the guilt. If Lysander could feel guilty for surviving, than Tanner's brother got a free shot at blaming him for the same damn faultless sin.

His glass was refilled and he studied the soft amber liquid for a moment before looking back at Tanner's brother. For a long moment, he just watched him - like maybe he was reading a truth somewhere in the lines around his eyes. Then, he gave a small smile - a more natural one than what had ghosted his lips minutes before.

"Yeah, I think that's exactly what I would like to do."

It occurred to him, then, that he had never done this. He had never... grieved openly like this for Tanner. He had never sat down with someone else who knew him, and drank until he couldn't hide the hurt and it just purged. He'd cried with Emilia, he'd sang a song to the waves, but for the most part he'd just barreled on forward, not letting himself pause enough to bleed out the poison of the pain.

He lifted his glass then, and met Bishop Thatcher's eyes, something fierce and raw in his own.

"To Tanner."





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #12 on: Dec 11, 18, 05:49:01 PM »
Bishop had been chewing over his guilt for Tanner, and his daughter, for years now.  Blaming anyone other than himself was... fruitless.  He should have dragged Tanner home by his ears years ago.  He should have locked his brother down, thrown him over his shoulder, and made his way back to Dharo.

He hadn't. 

And Tanner had died - which was predictable really.  Pirates couldn't live forever.  Pirates rarely lived to old age.  Why would Tanner be any different?  That he could break every rule known to Landen and Blood and only get a rueful smile from most didn't mean he could cheat death forever.

When Lysander agreed to get roaring drunk with Bishop?  Well, that at least gave him a partner in crime, as it were, to let loose and truly let the demons loose.  A little.  Not much.  Only a little.  So Bishop gave Lysander a smile, and then lifted his own glass.

To Tanner.

"To shithead little brothers who never listen."  Snorting, Bishop brought his glass to his lips and tipped it back.  Each swallow was an effort.  Each breath a burn.  But by the Darkness... he was going to claim this evening as a chance to mourn.  Really mourn, and not give a shit about what others would think about it.

"Tell me something you remember.  Something I wouldn't know."  Bishop set the glass down, grinning.  "And I'll tell you about when that little jerk put ink in my coffee."  Bishop's mouth had instantly curdled, and he'd thrown up harder than he ever had in his life.  He'd chased his brother for all of five minutes before tripping Tanner up and proceeding to blacken both his eyes for the gastrointestinal assault...

But in the end, they'd both laughed.  Tanner had been good like that.  Who else would have taken his licks just to get a few laughs?  No one.  Not even Bishop.  You take yourself too seriously, Ship.  Seriously.  Go fuck your woman, pop out more babies, and have some laughs!

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #13 on: Mar 16, 19, 05:20:29 PM »
"Something I remember..."

What didn't he remember? Sometimes, his memory of Tanner was ao vivid he felt like he could turn around and the man would just be standing there - like he'd only gone off on some spontaneous adventure and forgotten to bring Ly along with him. Tanner had been bright - not just in mind but in.. soul. Being around him just made you feel good. He had a particular way of laughing that always made you sure there was trouble about to be had, but it was a trouble you'd be poorer to miss out on.

But Bishop wasn't talking about that. Bishop was Tanner's brother - and though the men had their differences they'd still been family, and the Prince knew who his brother was. Really, all you needed was five uninformed minutes in Tanner's presence to know who he was.

'Something I wouldn't know.'

Should Lysander tell him about Tanner's intentions to settle down? After this treasure hunt, after he'd completed this last quest - how he was going to get a lighthouse by the sea and stop pirating, start investing more stock in love rather than the more tangible riches.

Something had Ly holding it back as he took another deep drink. Knowing that Tanner had been going to honestly and truly go straight.. somehow that made what happened even harder to swallow, made his death more tragic. Bishop had suffered enough and knowing that particular truth wouldn't change anything for him.

"Well I have a lot of tales about the dastardly Tanner Creed," he said after a moment, flashing a grin. "I doubt any of them would surprise you. Like the time he convinced Wish-Man Jack there were mermaids in the bay of a small island we'd stayed at a week while patching up a few things on the ship." He snickered at the memory. "Not only that, but he convinced him that if he waded out into the bay naked with a flask of sweet wine and sang them a song one of them would come out and give his pecker a kiss!"





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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #14 on: Aug 01, 19, 11:45:33 AM »
"I take it the laughter didn't die for some time?"  Bishop cracked a smile.  Of course he did.  Tanner could talk a bird out of a tree - it wouldn't surprise him in the least to hear that his little brother had talked a man into such a stupid effort.

That was his brother. A prankster and a good man, no matter what his chosen profession was.  Tanner had always told him there was some 'honor amongst pirates'.  Bishop had understood the allure, but he hadn't had the freedom or inclination to go find out for himself.

He'd had his woman, and their parents, and work...

Bishop was alive, and Tanner was not. Bishop had a child, even if he couldn't see her... and Tanner didn't.  There was nothing to be had for a life of unfair fate, and to that end Bishop ordered another drink.

And proceeded to tell Lysander Kane about when Tanner had put ink in his coffee.  He pulled no punches in the story, explaining how Tanner led him on a merry chase and how it took Craft, in the end, to catch the imp and lay a beat down worthy of such an assault.

But his eyes danced with mirth at the memory.  Tanner had been his little baby brother.  Annoyance and charm all rolled into one neat package.

"I'm glad he had you, Kane.  Good friends... they're hard to come by.  Dying for one... there are worse ways to go."

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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
« Reply #15 on: Sep 03, 19, 06:44:09 AM »
Lysander grinned, his gaze distant - his smile from another place and time as he looked down into his ale. "Oh it went on for weeks. See, Wish-Man Jack did get a kiss on his pecker... from a crab." He snickered and shook his head, lifting his glass to drain it.

It was good to hear about Tanner. About what he had been like when he was younger - to hear stories from his brother about a lighter time, a happier time, one where there hadn't been any dissonance between them. His friend had hid it well but.. it had troubled him, privately, quietly, that a rift was between him and his brother. He'd loved him. They were brothers. But... they were different men living different lives and sometimes that has consequences. Of course, one of the other consequences of Tanners life was.. the fact that he no longer had his at all.

So it was painful, too, to hear about those times. To think about how things may have been different. Tanner had been tossing around the idea of retirement, about staying with his wife, about having a child, about maybe only heading out once or twice a year just to feel the sun and salt on his skin but making his home something more stationary. Lysander hadn't wanted to believe him at the time - in part because it seemed so aside from everything that he knew of his friend but also because.. selfishly, he hadn't wanted to lose him.

Looks like he was fated to lose him one way or another, though.

He was quiet for a little while after Bishop expressed those final thoughts, then he shook his head, rubbing his thumb along the rim of his glass. "Maybe if he hadn't had me holding onto him so tightly... me to lure him back to sea over and over.. maybe he would have had a different life. Maybe he would have had a life today." The words were softly spoken and he couldn't meet Bishop in the eye, but they were words that he'd carried on his heart like a brand since the day Tanner died. A heavy stone of guilt grafted to the sinews of his soul, dragging him to the locker at the bottom of his own personal sea.