A moment of weakness for Vaughn

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A moment of weakness… 
James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

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i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

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18. My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Well, that had not been one of Vaughn's greatest ideas. But then, his quick and unpredictable temper often tended to land him in some form of trouble. The only difference this time, was that he did not have his crew surrounding him. But he could not resist making comments towards the pompous Earl and his minions surrounding him. Insults and mockery had landed him into a rather . . . unfair fight, for the pirate was outnumbered. Despite attempts, he was left on the ground, bloodied and bruised.

Spitting out a mouthful of the blood, Vaughn picked himself up, forcing himself to make his way to the darkened streets of the city. His hand skimmed along the side of a building to help support him until he felt he was stable enough to walk without it. But damn, did it hurt to move. He needed a drink to help numb the pain . . . and an idea to plot his revenge against the bastards. Spitting on the ground again, he realized that he wasn't going to make it much further and wound up sinking down to the ground. His back was against the wall, legs outstretched into the path of anyone walking by, hat titled downward, and clothes stained with blood. He really, really needed a damn drink right about now.

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Peggy and her Lady’s maid were returning from a boring dinner party with a friend. In reality, it was her mother’s friends hoping to arrange a courtship for her. She excused herself and left the party early. 

The dimmed lights of London can bring some danger if you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time. For Peggy, the sooner she’s back to Wellington House, the better. 

As she looked out the window, she noticed a man slumped by a brick wall. The man definitely needs medical assistance. If she can bring him home, her brother can arrange a practitioner for help and maybe contact the Bow Street Runners to find out who did this to him. 

“Give me the cloak.” Peggy asked her maid to use her cloak to wrap the man up before he becomes ill from the London chill. 

She asked the footman to help carry the man into the carriage, wrapped in her maid’s cloak, and leave him on the carriage floor. At least he is warm in the carriage and can be treated. 

Shortly arriving at Wellington House, the male staff placed him in one of the vacant rooms. Peggy grabbed a rag to put on his forehead, while cleaning off the blood off his face. 

When she turned around to squeeze a fresh dip of water, she heard a moan from him. Before he was able to wake up, she assured him that he’s safe. 
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[James Vaughn]

TAG: @pegslade

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Faint footsteps was the last thing Vaughn heard before his attempt to remain conscious was to no avail, and he slipped into the darkness that succumbed him. He remained as such when he was carried into a carriage, for the duration of the carriage ride, and even when brought into the house. It was not until he felt a wet sensation upon his forehead, that he began to slip from the all consuming darkness . . . slowly being brought back into the conscious world. The damp feeling upon his skin, made him initially think he was in the water; perhaps fallen overboard, perhaps swimming, perhaps in a storm.

It was after all, not uncommon for that of a sailor. But hazily, he began to open his eyes. And his senses were starting to kick in. He was lying on something far too soft to be that of the bed in his Captain's quarters. Or an inn. The air did not hold the smell of the streets or the abundance of drink. He caught the scent of a, perfume. Nor were there boisterous sounds to be heard to fill his surroundings. It was quiet. He heard an unfamiliar voice assuring him that he was safe . . . which was hardly comforting considering his life of crime. Looking at the woman through heavily lidded eyes, his vision was slowly starting to clear. His voice slightly groggy and gruff, he parted his lips to speak. "Where am I?" He questioned, needing to gain his bearings so that he knew whether he could actually find any ease in her words. For there was not many places at all, where he was safe.

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Peggy turned around and checked on her guest as he was coming to. He asked where is he? It’s natural after being found at the side of the road, bloody and beaten. 

“You’re in my home.” Peggy respond as she leaned over and started to wrap a bandage around his head. “Actually, it’s my family’s home. I had the footmen leave you in one of the guest rooms. Do you want me to fetch the practitioner to ask how you end up in this condition in the first place? You were in bad shape.”

When she finally wrapped the last bit of the bandage around his head, she took a pin to attach it together. 

“I am Margaret, but you can call me Peggy.” Peggy said with a smile to the injured houseguest. “And I can assure you that you’re safe.”
James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: @pegslade

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Fucking nobles. He was in a nobleman's estate. He listened to her explain that he was in her home, her family's home. Which one that would be, he did not yet know. But it didn't matter. All fucking nobles were the same. Her taking pity on him did not exempt them all. And yet . . . he also knew that he would be forced to be on his best behavior. He was in no state to make a run for it right now, nor to even move if the pain he was experiencing was anything to go by. But Vaughn, being on his best behavior was not always an easy thing. No, it was never an easy thing. But when faced with the need to survive, sometimes it was what one would have to do.

"No, no," he assured quickly when she suggested getting a practitioner to question his state. "I was, in a bar fight." Not a complete lie. He attempted to shift a little in the bed as if to test his strength, but regretted it when pain shot through his body, so eased his shoulders once more. Looking at her, he gave a small smile. "Too much drink. Too much pride. It was but a foolish matter." That, resulted in this. Details best left unsaid. His main objective was that she not call for anyone to investigate the incident. When she finished wrapping the bandage, introducing her name his half smile remained. "A beautiful name, well suited for it's owner." Fucking nobles.

But if there was one thing Vaughn could easily admit: they were not bad to look at at all. Besides, his attempt to distract her from the details of it all were in full force. "But is that not too bold of me?" Surely she knew by now, from his attire alone that he was no nobleman. While he truly despised formalities as it demanded undeserved respect, it was also his way of subtly prying as to which family this woman belonged to with a surname and not just knowing her Christian name. "I should like to one day properly thank my heroine, once able to do so," he added on, in attempt to be charming towards her. It was a fucking relief, that no one from his crew were around to witness his charade. He doubted he would ever hear the end of it.

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“Sounds exciting.” Peggy chuckled as she moved to his bruised hand. “Looks like you’ve taken a few punches yourself. Care for a drink? I can sneak into my brother’s study and grab a brandy.” 

Peggy rushed to William’s study and pour two drinks for herself and her injured guest, hoping it’ll relax him while he is recovering. When she returned, he was attempting to sit up. 

“Hold on.” She rushed over and placed the drinks by the nightstand. “Here’s the brandy. Don’t worry. I didn’t spike anything in there.”

She watched as she recalled his bold complement shortly before fetching the drinks. With all the blood and bruises on his face, he was decent to look at compared the men she had to sit with earlier in the evening. 

“You’re not being bold, but thank you.” Peggy took the other glass and took a sip. “This is strong. My Mum would never let consume this. Very unladylike. At least you had excitement. I had to sit at dinner with random people, all trying to plot my future with a fop.”

Wanting to relax, Peggy took the pins off her hair and let her blonde hair loose. She doesn’t mind teasing the man since she knows he can only look but can’t touch. 
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