"Complicated patients are conducive to complicated relationships."
zlukaka askedDishonored: Corvo and Samuel go by boat to a mission, but stormy weather and they are stuck on some little island, hiding under the boat for cover (or something like that) and then...
So this got way longer than I meant it to, and there’s far less outright porn than I wanted there to be. I’M REALLY REALLY SORRY I AM BAD AT THIS
Ocean men, Samuel thinks later with uncharacteristic bitterness, always underestimate the river. Rivers may not be as outwardly vicious as their older sisters, but they’re dangerously temperamental all the same and big ones like the Wrenhaven have a unique bite all their own. They’re mercurial. They have moods.
Samuel considers himself a man of the water, oceans and rivers both, but Admiral Havelock is an ocean man through and through. He’d recognized the shifting winds and snap of electricity in the air just as Samuel had, but scoffed when Samuel suggested they delay the mission until the storm passed.
“Our mission is vastly more important than some piddling windstorm,” he’d said, barely looking up from the map spread out over his desk. “Compared to the open ocean, the Wrenhaven’s barely a drop of piss in a bucket. You’ll be fine.”
Samuel hated to question his betters, particularly a man with as much seafaring experience as the admiral, but—
“Sir, I beg of you to reconsider. You know as well as I do this storm isn’t fixing to be the usual sort, and—”
The gaze that met Samuel’s was hard and flat and the color of steel. “This is not a matter for debate, Mr. Beechworth. Corvo’s already waiting at the dock. I suggest you meet him there.”
Ah, Samuel thought. So that’s how it is. He left without arguing further. No point in it.
“all the times he’s offered Corvo his hand to step to and from the Amaranth”
I don’t know why but this line made me smile like a mad thing
Samuel’s such a sweetheart throughout the entire thing and Corvo oh man D: Corvo just needs all the hugs