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Three Dogwatch Drabbles (Prompts 15, 14, 13)
Fandom: PotC
Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth; Tia/Will; gen (respectively)
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Note: For potc_dogwatch, prompts #15: an island; #14: a touch of destiny; #13: port of call. No real spoilers.
100 words each.
15. brave new world
An island in time, this moment: secret, isolated, heights arising unexpected from the salt-tempest lives wrecked on its shoals.
His hands trace arcane letters on her skin, exploring contours and planes and uncharted valleys as he drinks deep from the sweet well of her mouth. "Aquae vitae," he murmurs, like a long-sought revelation.
She's lost, too, clinging to him against the strong tide threatening to sweep her away. Darkness may await them, monsters in the depths, but for now there's only this shore, this bright horizon. Inevitable meetings, interlocking halves.
They name each other, laying claims that just might hold.
14. not in our stars
Tia Dalma brushes the back of her hand across his cheek, a light caress dry as the scales of the yellow python she strokes in the same way. As if he were her creature, too. He shivers, but his skin warms where she's touched him; he thinks she's placed her fingers on his soul, somehow. He's seen enough magic to believe it.
He's not so sure about destiny. If such a thing exists, she's mistaken; he doesn't have one. He has a purpose, and one bright star to guide him.
"Stars fall," she says. "You must lead yourself, Will Turner."
13. terrible bad luck
"You bought the Faithful Bride?"
"Why not?" said Elizabeth. "Young William and I needed an income, and needlework bores me."
"It's very nice," Jack said dubiously. "It's so... erm, clean."
"Naturally."
"Well, look 'oo it is!"
Jack froze. "You hired Scarlett?"
"And Giselle," said that lady, sweetly, from behind him. He jumped.
"Made them partners, actually," Elizabeth said. "We discovered we have quite a lot in common, you see."
The three women smiled at him, as if daring him to comment on this, and flexed their pretty wrists. Jack backed away slowly.
Clearly, Tortuga was no longer a safe harbor.
Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth; Tia/Will; gen (respectively)
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Note: For potc_dogwatch, prompts #15: an island; #14: a touch of destiny; #13: port of call. No real spoilers.
100 words each.
15. brave new world
An island in time, this moment: secret, isolated, heights arising unexpected from the salt-tempest lives wrecked on its shoals.
His hands trace arcane letters on her skin, exploring contours and planes and uncharted valleys as he drinks deep from the sweet well of her mouth. "Aquae vitae," he murmurs, like a long-sought revelation.
She's lost, too, clinging to him against the strong tide threatening to sweep her away. Darkness may await them, monsters in the depths, but for now there's only this shore, this bright horizon. Inevitable meetings, interlocking halves.
They name each other, laying claims that just might hold.
14. not in our stars
Tia Dalma brushes the back of her hand across his cheek, a light caress dry as the scales of the yellow python she strokes in the same way. As if he were her creature, too. He shivers, but his skin warms where she's touched him; he thinks she's placed her fingers on his soul, somehow. He's seen enough magic to believe it.
He's not so sure about destiny. If such a thing exists, she's mistaken; he doesn't have one. He has a purpose, and one bright star to guide him.
"Stars fall," she says. "You must lead yourself, Will Turner."
13. terrible bad luck
"You bought the Faithful Bride?"
"Why not?" said Elizabeth. "Young William and I needed an income, and needlework bores me."
"It's very nice," Jack said dubiously. "It's so... erm, clean."
"Naturally."
"Well, look 'oo it is!"
Jack froze. "You hired Scarlett?"
"And Giselle," said that lady, sweetly, from behind him. He jumped.
"Made them partners, actually," Elizabeth said. "We discovered we have quite a lot in common, you see."
The three women smiled at him, as if daring him to comment on this, and flexed their pretty wrists. Jack backed away slowly.
Clearly, Tortuga was no longer a safe harbor.