The man moved like him, which was insult added to injury (and pain, and the chaos of the pseudopods ravaging his mind), and made Blackbeard move faster, yell louder, though there was no sound. And then there was:
"Ed."
Blackbeard roared. He stabbed at the parasite, the ghoul who had eaten his heart, until the figure was pressed up against the side of the ship, the tip of Blackbeard's sword at his throat.
"Ed. Please."
He sounded like him. Like him. And the light in his eyes was too seductive, a line over which Blackbeard could not follow.
Not again.
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Squee! Like really, I am NOT
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Squee! Like really, I am NOT head over heels for fix-it fanfictions right now and reading massive amounts of them, noo... :D
Thank you, this is beautiful!
Beautiful. (I've watched only
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Beautiful. (I've watched only two episodes so far but I love it!)