Izzy looks from Stede to his bleeding grip, eyes wide. Literally what the fuck, why would you do that. You don't know where his blade has been, you don't know how many people he's stabbed today. So many people. So many!
And he'd say something or yank his blade back just to teach Stede a lesson for touching the sharp end and take a few fingers with him, but that last bit makes his guts boil.
"Left? You're fucking joking me, I was forced to go! On a fucking technicality for no god damn reason! You have no idea what I can handle. And that's got fuck all to do with captain or co-captain, or whatever fucking friendship bracelets and daisy chains you want to do because you have no idea what the fuck else you're meant to be doing. Fucking fuck!"
Can he swear any more in this moment? Let's find out.
To prove his point Izzy turns the blade in his grip back towards himself, dragging into the flesh of the cuts Stede has made all on his merry own. Yield or lose them. Your choice.
"My one and only concern has always, and will always be, Edward. There is no question where my loyalty lies. What my motivation is. You can not look at me and think that I haven't given everything I am to that man. And you're daring me to leave? Get fucked."
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Izzy looks from Stede to his bleeding grip, eyes wide. Literally what the fuck, why would you do that. You don't know where his blade has been, you don't know how many people he's stabbed today. So many people. So many!
And he'd say something or yank his blade back just to teach Stede a lesson for touching the sharp end and take a few fingers with him, but that last bit makes his guts boil.
"Left? You're fucking joking me, I was forced to go! On a fucking technicality for no god damn reason! You have no idea what I can handle. And that's got fuck all to do with captain or co-captain, or whatever fucking friendship bracelets and daisy chains you want to do because you have no idea what the fuck else you're meant to be doing. Fucking fuck!"
Can he swear any more in this moment? Let's find out.
To prove his point Izzy turns the blade in his grip back towards himself, dragging into the flesh of the cuts Stede has made all on his merry own. Yield or lose them. Your choice.
"My one and only concern has always, and will always be, Edward. There is no question where my loyalty lies. What my motivation is. You can not look at me and think that I haven't given everything I am to that man. And you're daring me to leave? Get fucked."