A lovely day on the cliffside, spent with some equally lovely people. Manzo could be seen wearing a black bathing suit with green leaves decorating them. Very on brand for the dragon slayer in question. The sounds of waves crashing against the cliffside, along with the seagulls singing the annoying song of their people. It was true, summer had finally returned to Hargeon.

Though the spring had been rather mild, the cold air coming off the ocean in winter had put a real damper on his mood. He always went into a hibernation like state. Not uncommon for him in the winter, he did suffer from a touch of the seasonal depression. He was not a fan of the cold, or anything like that. A bit funny considering who his companion at this state was.

She was quite the ice queen, and he could never truly get a sense as to where he stood with her. That would bother most people, but he was a sage after all. It was not his place to become upset with the flow of the world. It was his place to learn, and with Charlotte, he was consistently learning something new. Even if he didn't want to.

He placed his palms on the ground and from it sprung forth a hammock made of vines. That is where he would come to rest. But only after he had put tanning oil on his sculpted frame. He had quite enough of his pale complexion from the winter. It didn't suit him at all. He loved his body having more color to it, he thought it made him more appealing to look at.

The silence between the two broken, but only when Charlotte would muse about his life before her. Which is something he did crack a chuckle at. She was not short on ego. Who could blame her, the ice queen was something of a beauty herself. He never did think the cold could be so attractive. But he did tend to lose himself in her curves. He found it hard to look her in the eye at times.

But thankfully, his sage like discipline always kicked in when a lesser man would be ogling her bust. No, not he, he had more control and respect than that. That and he didn't want to feed her already swelled ego. It was quite plump, much like her aforementioned bust. Lord, back to boob talk, he needed to calm down.

"My life before you was quieter." That was all he would say on the subject. Dangling a little something for his quite tsundere friend to latch on to. He found the less he talked the more he learned about her. Which was fine with him, she was still quite the mystery to him. One that he wouldn't mind solving, but wasn't overly important either. The world was full of magic and mystery. He liked that about it, that was all.

WC: 500

He couldn't help but chuckle at the way she spoke of herself. It was very on brand for the sensational miss Caldwell. Not at all in his wheel house for himself. But they did say opposites attracted in such a way now didn't they. It was clear now that they were truly alone that she wanted something from him. Something he did intend to keep from her until she showed that she could be a good girl.

He leaned up from his resting spot, gazing at her chest, just the way she wanted him to. Knowing that his gaze was one of her favorite things. Maybe she deserved a little treat for playing nice. Maybe she deserved more. Only time could truly tell. Though he was never considered a patient man in that regard. But he did so love this little game the two played. Seeing who exactly would blink first.

He was going to test her, to see if she was truly deserving of what it is she was after. But how would he go about doing so, he loved to tease and torture girls like her. So perhaps he'd only give her a little taste of what it is she wanted. As she leaned over him, he leaned up to meet her gaze. Their faces only centimeters from each other. The battle of baby blue and emerald green was all but on. Until he decided to fire the first shot.

He placed a small kiss on her lips, only for a moment. Not giving in to any kind of demand she had been wanting. But only because he was something she had to work for. Not the other way around, He did not chase, and he was not going to begin now. No matter what.

WC: 800

The display of his platinum haired companion was indeed the one he was after. The animal magnetism the two had for each other, so palpable in this moment. He could not help but lose himself in her embrace for the moments that they shared. The hair standing up on his arms and neck pure proof that she had set him ablaze inside. Perhaps he was easy, or maybe she was just that good. But he could not allow himself to be outdone in such a way.

His manly mitts found themselves on her milky white hips. Gripping them like a he was on a rollercoaster ride. Holding on for dear life, but at the same time, perhaps not truly wanting the ride to end. Now with the Champaign flowing down his back, sending shivers up his spine that made him physically shake. The feeling of both pain and pleasure as he felt those pearly whites bare down on his soft pillow like lower lip. It was almost too much to endure.

Though he would not be out done. She was trying to of course break the kiss, to see the fruits of her labor. But oh, such things would not do. He placed his hand squarely on her delectable rump, giving it a nice firm squeeze, plunging himself back into the kiss. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Much like a explorer looking for his buried treasure. Though the treasure was making her weak for him, just like she had done to him.

He would not be played like this, oh no, she was good. Very good in fact, but he had to prove to her that he was on her level. His free hand raking down her back with the tips of his digits. She was a rough one, perhaps she wanted her make out just so. He was quite eager to find such a thing out. Though he would give her the same treatment she gave him. He broke away from her, a sly grin painted all over his face.

"I believe you're right. There was something else were supposed to be doing." He said with a chuckle as he averted his gaze from her. Drawing his attention away from where she wanted it. Squarely on her, and only her existence in this space. But they couldn't let such a wonderful moment of privacy pass them by. Unfortunately it must, for now there was work to do.

He would shift her off of him, removing himself from the hammock as he made his way to cliffside. It was time to get to work, even if what had just transpired was a more ideal job for him to complete. He scanned the coast line, not really seeing anything that caught his eye. Taking a deep of the sea air. savoring the saltiness of it. He could not help but feel disappointed that they had yet to find the target they were after.

WC: 1300

He could not help but be captivated by the show she was putting on. The way she moved her body in his hammock was certainly quite sinfully entrancing. He had clearly hit the nail on the head with what he had done in his response to her advance. Now it was she who was left wanting for more. Though she lacked his patience, he could play this long game out quite effortlessly.

Gaining quite a bit of pleasure from it as well, seeing her pout as he removed his undivided attention. It was quite the thrill to know that someone wanted you as badly as she did him. Though he could not lie and say it was a one sided affair. But he was one for playing his cards close to the vest when it came to women of her ilk.

Charlotte was a free spirit after all, certainly not one to be entertained by just one man. In his mind, he had to be nothing more than the flavor of the month. Someone new that peaked her interest. If he wanted to keep her around, he couldn't allow for himself to give too much all at once. There had to be a iota of mystery to him. His mystery was always, what was he thinking, what would he do next.

This was how he was, certain parts of his old life had stuck around. But it did not bother him in the slightest, as he turned his attention to the filth that sullied their intimate moment. "Keep your top on, Ill be back shortly. Or better yet, don't." He said with a slight tease in his voice as he walked over to his captive.

He crouched down to look his prisoner in the eye. His emerald greens usually so full of life. Now nothing more than an abyss to lose one's self in. "The way I see it. You've got two choices. You can tell me what I want to know. Or, I can burn you alive and place your charred corpse as bait." Which was something he would do if he felt it was his only option.

He waited for the pirate to make his choice. He was having a hard time looking Manzo in the eye. Feeling like he was in the presence of a demon. Which to be fair, he was a bit of a devil when it came to these matters. He was part of a violent crew of privateers trying to operate off of Hargeons coast. That was something that wouldn't fly.

The privateer swallowed the lump in his throat and gave his answer. "If you kill me my crew will notice. So you had better just return me." Wrong answer, so very wrong. Because while that was true, he had just given up his only bargaining chip. To let it slip that you were important enough for someone to notice you going missing? What a fool.

"If that's the case, you've outlived your usefulness. I'll be sure to leave your head intact. But as for the rest of you. It won't be so lucky." A blank look on his face, one very similar to his days of wet work. His hand on the gourd around his waist. Popping the cork and releasing totsuka from it's prison. Doing so raising the temperature of the area by an astronomical degree.

Though Manzo was completely unfazed by the intensity of his blade. He stuck it in the ground but for a moment. Slamming his hands down causing a vine to grab the bound man. and dangle him off the cliff side. He placed his blade on the base of the plant, causing black flames crawl their way to the fool who had been most uncooperative. Searing his flesh to a perfect medium rare. He had not placed a gag on him, wanting the screams to be carried over the ocean.

This would sure grab the attention of those black sails he was on the prowl for. He would love nothing more than to see the looks on their faces as they watched their fellow scum burned alive, but not being allowed to die. Though this would take some time for sure. Which meant he could turn his attention back to the platinum babe in his company.

He would turn his head back to her direction, re-sealing the totsuka in the gourd. An innocent smile back on his face, replacing the demonic emptiness that had once adorned it. "Sorry for the wait, but it's true, I didn't like an audience." He said with a chuckle in his sultry voice.

WC: 2100