Genuinely surprised to hear of how Arthur had slain the previous Captain, João’s eyebrows raised. He waited until he’d finished telling him of the boy who had ended up on his ship and apparenly left to join the Ruthiens before speaking again. “I see.” He said softly. “I... Did not know. Indeed, a lot must have happened in my absence.”
Looking sheepish again, he forced another light smile to answer the next question. “Não. I have come back to look for new information... That, and hopefulluy gather a new crew together.” ‘Hopefully’ being the key word, there. “If everything goes to plan, I should be back on my search in less than a year.”
Nostalgia? Yes, that was probably more or less the right word... João would have likened it more to saudades, as a matter of fact. "That is true. I believed the ship was empty." He took yet another pause in his speech. "I... Thought I would have gotten away with just a quick look around."
What Arthur said next did naught but surprise him once again. "Antonio? Meu irmão, Antonio?" Of course - there was no way he'd have said he'd resembled him were it not his brother. His eyes went wide for a second, and he almost asked if Antonio was on the ship or still in close contact with Arthur, at least; until he realised that it didn't sound like he was. "...Ah." He felt a little deflated, then. "How so? Was he working with you?"
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jul 28, 2012 17:45:57 GMT -5
Arthur, at that, grins to himself.
"Hmm, yes, I suppose you could call it that..."
The expression lingers, before it suddenly drops. He recalls how he realises just how unhealthy that 'relationship' was, really. The only difference between that and the Captain was the fact that Arthur did pretty much consent it in the beginning.
"'Course, don't see him much anymore. He's busy selling bloody fruit in the marketplace."
“Ah, he is?” There was an underlying excitement in his tone of voice, then. “So, he’s still in Granor, then? I didn’t think he would be...” João couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face all of a sudden. He hadn’t heard from Antonio in what had probably been over ten years by that time; he had sometimes stopped to wonder at times what had happened to his older half-brother, whether he was still sailing, whether he had passed away, or whether something else had happened. Truthfully a few times he’d been mistaken for Antonio, which had left his feathers ruffled, so to speak (and had left him in dangerous spots more often than not, too), but in spite of this sibling grudge, part of him did want to see him again. “He’s doing well, I hope?”
'A domestic and quiet life...' He repeated over in his head, not able to understand why Antonio would want such a thing. His lifestyle out at sea and in the air had been what João himself had longed for in the first place. He held that thought for a short moment before Arthur left his seat.
"I... Sim, I'll go do that..." He muttered softly, dropping his head and shoulders, wondering if he had upset Arthur and feeling quite guilty all of a sudden. He shuffled his feet backwards, ready to turn around, himself.
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Aug 29, 2012 7:30:07 GMT -5
Arthur sighs. He's conflicted. He shouldn't have to be dealing with this crap, getting all emotionally attached because he's a pirate a captain and he shouldn't be getting caught up in this sort of thing.
His shoulders lapse.
"Why are you really here? You wouldn't happily run off for three years only to pop in and disappear again like that."
Hesitating, João frowned lightly. "I told you why I am here..." He shuffled his feet again, as awkward as usual. "I... Was simply here for old time's sake... A-And now, I'll be going, like I said, sim?"
He forced a smile onto his face, ready to turn again.
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Sept 29, 2012 15:11:06 GMT -5
It's small and weak and altogether too frail and pathetic for Arthur's liking, but he can't help it. His eyes widen at the thought of the other leaving so quickly and he freezes.
He allows his gaze to run over the over -- the gentle arch of his back, the toned muscles of his abs and arms, the twinkle in his eye, a blemished tan....
Arthur had moved on by now, but he felt his teenage self coming out, and he coughs to hide his slight blush. He was never good at moving on from the past, after all. He pulls his hand away, having involuntarily reached out for him.
"Don't... go." He mumbles, looking down. He hides within himself.