Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Here, have some professor!Ed Teach overhearing some language he doesn’t expect as he walks past a Roman satire seminar.
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As Ed rounds the corner on his way to the Arts and Sciences advising office, he hears something he wasn’t exactly expecting. “…active of one is not the passive of the other, so if politeness isn’t a concern, ‘to face-fuck’ is a more faithful interpretation.”
What. He knows he’s being nosy, but he can’t help but slow his gait considerably in order to try to catch more, hopefully parse what he’s hearing, cross his fingers that his footsteps don’t sound quite as loud to the occupants of the classroom as they do to him.
“I’m sorry, would you mind repeating that?” pipes up another voice from inside the room. A chorus of giggles follows.
As Ed passes by the classroom door, his eye is immediately drawn to an immaculately-dressed man with strawberry blond curls, wearing a teal waistcoat and a dress shirt of the palest yellow, seated at the head of a long table occupied by about half a dozen students. The man is already looking out to the corridor, and when he meets Ed’s gaze, his face takes on an expression bordering on terror.
“You heard me,” says the man to the group, although Ed feels he’s been addressed personally as the man’s eyes follow him until he is out of sight.
i want tenderness & domesticity for stede and ed so bad. Stede leaning into Ed’s space while he’s talking. Them laying together in the light of morning and petting each other’s hair. Them eating breakfast together in nothing but robes with their feet touching. let them be cozy and homey and content
