Imagine a Sense8 AU.
Flint. Silver. Jack. Charles. Max. Anne. Madi. Eleanor.
IMAGINE.
John Silver unable to
lie all of a sudden. Unable to lie to these people! Drinking his face off for the first week solid to
try to keep his thoughts to himself (no beta blockers in the 1700s!) as Eleanor hovers and scolds from a safe distance (she thinks he’ll get over it faster if she just hangs out with him remotely, constantly, and he gets tired of throwing things at her and looking at her smug face when it goes right through her very quickly). Max getting cornered in an alley by a drunk and
Anne, way out beyond Jamaica on a ship, coming to her and administering
the mother of all beatdowns. Eleanor and Charles, LOL, oh dear. Oh dear. Flint rolling
up all “go left here, right here, now regroup and wait…wait…NOW FIRE!”
when Jack and his crew are under attack. Vane consulting with Madi as she runs undercover missions into the plantations to break slaves loose…I know the ages wouldn’t be perfect, but still. Pretty close, besides Flint. MAYBE HE WAS JUST A LATE BLOOMER.
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