As a boy he dreamed of a more comfortable life the moment he put his head into books and serials, imagining a home with grand carpets and furniture and a heart that never ran cold. As he's gotten older, however, he's seen them for what they are - simple dreams, pleasantries and fantasies. They provide some little joy, really, but he's come to find his place in the lot he's given. An eldest brother. A tailor's assistant. A dutiful son. A steward on a ship.
It makes a small taste of the otherworldly like this to please him, to call on the whimsy of that younger boy who imagined far bigger and better things. Funny, though - Thomas Jopson the man wouldn't want fancy ballrooms or homes. The ship, even with its bitter cold and harsh conditions, has been the nearest thing to a dream he's ever imagined.
Crozier is an excellent seaman and dancer, Jopson laughing a little when the ship sways and nearly takes his own footing away and the older man holds him steady. An excellent captain. Even more excellent a man.
"May I have that in writing, Captain?" A murmur, playful, in the small distance between them. Like he might ask if what they were doing could happen in the public eye, where they could whisper and keep secrets and kiss when they pleased.
He removes his hand from Crozier's shoulder to touch the man's cheek, meeting his eyes in the quiet intimacy of this moment before he leans in and kisses him. Soft, sweet - a chaste thing, really, until he noses in for a second and lets the gentle scrape of his teeth catch the man's bottom lip as he pulls away.
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It makes a small taste of the otherworldly like this to please him, to call on the whimsy of that younger boy who imagined far bigger and better things. Funny, though - Thomas Jopson the man wouldn't want fancy ballrooms or homes. The ship, even with its bitter cold and harsh conditions, has been the nearest thing to a dream he's ever imagined.
Crozier is an excellent seaman and dancer, Jopson laughing a little when the ship sways and nearly takes his own footing away and the older man holds him steady. An excellent captain. Even more excellent a man.
"May I have that in writing, Captain?" A murmur, playful, in the small distance between them. Like he might ask if what they were doing could happen in the public eye, where they could whisper and keep secrets and kiss when they pleased.
He removes his hand from Crozier's shoulder to touch the man's cheek, meeting his eyes in the quiet intimacy of this moment before he leans in and kisses him. Soft, sweet - a chaste thing, really, until he noses in for a second and lets the gentle scrape of his teeth catch the man's bottom lip as he pulls away.