People Who Hate Happiness for Vaughn

[Ciaran O'Malley]

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Tagging: James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Ciaran O'Malley

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

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44. Our muses on the run together.

Vaughn had disembarked his ship, using the row boat to reach the dock and set on land. His men would wait for his signal when it was safe to properly dock. One could never be too careful after all. He looked around, the darkness of the night allowing him to remain even more inconspicuous in his black attire. He could see Ciaran in the distance approaching, the man that Vaughn tended to do business with as this task was delegated to him. When he was not too far, Vaughn took a few steps to ease the distance when all of a sudden, an unfamiliar sound broke the otherwise silent air. "DO NOT MOVE!" Vaughn spun around to see a small group of men reveal themselves. Bow Street Runners! The pirate raced forward, towards the path that Ciaran came from. "Fucking run!" It was not a warning made out of consideration but, Vaughn's hatred for the Bow Street Runners made him wish for them to be unsuccessful in their attempt to apprehend him.

Vaughn ducked when he could hear pistols going off, ensuring his path was not straight so that it would be difficult to aim. Fortunately, they seemed to have the favor of distance on them, so by the time they reached the city, though it was abandoned, they seemed to find an open small building which could offer them temporary concealment. Hurrying inside, Vaughn closed the door behind him and remained close to it, now looking at Ciaran. "Bastards," he breathed, quiet enough to not be heard, but with how close he and Ciaran were . . . most likely heard by him. When he heard the racing footsteps pass where they were hiding, Vaughn continued, keeping his voice low so not to be heard. "Fucking good job providing safe docking," he quipped sarcastically, meant of course to insult. After all, it was not as if he and Ciaran were dear friends.