The knots in the wood look like little islands surrounded by currents of woodgrain. The cravat slips between his fingers, under and over, under and over, like waves lapping at his skin. In the end none of this fucking matters, does it, because Ed can want however much he likes, but that’s never meant anyone wanting him back the same. And now it’s too late, isn’t it, he’s lived far too long, done too many wrongs, mangled himself beyond soft looks, beyond desperate touches, beyond gentle words, beyond – He sits up, rubbing at his eyes furiously. The sooner he ends this, the better. Or: A retelling of most of season one through Ed's point of view. Shit gets sad, and horny, then sad, then horny again. There's some happiness sprinkled in there too. Now with reunion! #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd