Command me fic #9 - POTC - Keep Me For Thee
I have not forgotten my promises, or you, my flisties and friends. ;-)
Title: Keep Me For Thee
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 200
Characters: Will Turner
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Who holds the dark captain's heart, when he is far at sea?
A double drabble written for kahva who requested," I'm joining in the call for POTC fic, and I'd love to see Will!" I hope this will suffice, luv!
He nursed the awful ache in his heart when he feared her love was lost. He embraced the molten surge of battle burning deep in his breast, each time the mêlée raged and surged about. He felt the swift stroke of joy when she, warrior-bright and tiger fierce, said 'yes' to the anxious question of his soul.
And he felt the icy-hot, grinding slide of Davy Jones' sword twixt his ribs, and the despair of all his life closed a frigid hand tightly within his chest. Ah, yes, he felt that, squeezing him into darkness, down and down and down, until even the furious tenderness of her eyes faded in his dimming sight.
Then he knew the distant agony of his father's own hand plucking his heart from his chest, but when he placed the oaken casket into her care, he found it no great thing. He merely gave his heart back to the keeping of she who had held it all these years. In the end, in the end, Will Turner's heart returned to the one place it belonged, safe in the slender, formidable hands of the woman he forever loved.
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Title: Keep Me For Thee
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 200
Characters: Will Turner
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Who holds the dark captain's heart, when he is far at sea?
A double drabble written for kahva who requested," I'm joining in the call for POTC fic, and I'd love to see Will!" I hope this will suffice, luv!
He nursed the awful ache in his heart when he feared her love was lost. He embraced the molten surge of battle burning deep in his breast, each time the mêlée raged and surged about. He felt the swift stroke of joy when she, warrior-bright and tiger fierce, said 'yes' to the anxious question of his soul.
And he felt the icy-hot, grinding slide of Davy Jones' sword twixt his ribs, and the despair of all his life closed a frigid hand tightly within his chest. Ah, yes, he felt that, squeezing him into darkness, down and down and down, until even the furious tenderness of her eyes faded in his dimming sight.
Then he knew the distant agony of his father's own hand plucking his heart from his chest, but when he placed the oaken casket into her care, he found it no great thing. He merely gave his heart back to the keeping of she who had held it all these years. In the end, in the end, Will Turner's heart returned to the one place it belonged, safe in the slender, formidable hands of the woman he forever loved.
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