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Untitled Magpie Drabblement
Summary: Propaganda of the RNotC variety.
Dedicated to everyone here.
Disclaimer: I own the homebird, but I borrowed the rest of them.
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James Norrington awoke with a start - and a sore neck. He had fallen asleep at his desk yet again. At least he was at home tonight. He stretched and padded into their bedroom.
Magpie was sound asleep, but thrashing around as though the bed itself was fighting her. Fearing for his wife’s health, James threw the contents of their water pitcher over Magali. She sat up suddenly, very much awake, looking pathetically wet, and terribly frightened.
“James?”
“I’m here, my love. Never fear, my Pica Pica*, I shall protect you--”
Magpie launched herself into his arms and began sobbing hysterically. All James knew to do was hold her, and so he did, rubbing her back and stroking her hair and mumbling nonsense into her ears while her sobs gradually lessened until they were little more than sniffles.
“What has frightened you so, my pretty Pica Pica?” James asked.
“Terrible dreams, oh James, it frightened me so much!”
“Tell me, sweet Magpie, that I might help make it better.”
“I dreamt of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman, and you were there, and I wasn’t and you, you, you…”
“I what, Magali?”
“I think you were a pirate! And a villain, and not at all the man with whom I fell in love!”
She buried her face in his shoulder, weeping again, while James contemplated her admission.
“You didn’t even have Andrew to watch out for you,” whimpered the sorry, soggy Magpie, between sniffs.
“Magali, it was just a nightmare, nothing more. You have no need to worry: I shall never permit myself to become a villain, and could you honestly imagine that I would willingly go against the law that I work so hard to uphold?”
“No,” Magpie sniffed, “but it looked so real, James, that I wasn’t sure of anything.”
“Be sure of this one thing, then. I belong to those who love me, and I will not change for any but the best of reasons, and intentions. And I am no villain. I am yours. And Andrew will be near at hand for as long as our careers keep us together.”
“That makes me feel better. Although … do you think me silly for worrying so?”
“Not at all, Pica. Nightmares are terrible, frightful things, and there are ruthless people who make their fortunes from peddling such things*. I am glad you confided in me, my love.”
Magali gave her husband a watery smile.
“I’d best go and dry off. Thanks for that,” she said in mock annoyance with a stronger smile. “Love you, James.”
“Love you, too, Magpie,” said James.
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Notes:
*Pica Pica = Latin for Magpie (of the common European variety). It makes sense for James to have a special, private diminution of her nickname, and this just makes me feel all warm and cuddly inside.
*Zing! Ooh, I am a naughty, cynical creature, am I not? :-P
Summary: Propaganda of the RNotC variety.
Dedicated to everyone here.
Disclaimer: I own the homebird, but I borrowed the rest of them.
*-*-*
James Norrington awoke with a start - and a sore neck. He had fallen asleep at his desk yet again. At least he was at home tonight. He stretched and padded into their bedroom.
Magpie was sound asleep, but thrashing around as though the bed itself was fighting her. Fearing for his wife’s health, James threw the contents of their water pitcher over Magali. She sat up suddenly, very much awake, looking pathetically wet, and terribly frightened.
“James?”
“I’m here, my love. Never fear, my Pica Pica*, I shall protect you--”
Magpie launched herself into his arms and began sobbing hysterically. All James knew to do was hold her, and so he did, rubbing her back and stroking her hair and mumbling nonsense into her ears while her sobs gradually lessened until they were little more than sniffles.
“What has frightened you so, my pretty Pica Pica?” James asked.
“Terrible dreams, oh James, it frightened me so much!”
“Tell me, sweet Magpie, that I might help make it better.”
“I dreamt of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman, and you were there, and I wasn’t and you, you, you…”
“I what, Magali?”
“I think you were a pirate! And a villain, and not at all the man with whom I fell in love!”
She buried her face in his shoulder, weeping again, while James contemplated her admission.
“You didn’t even have Andrew to watch out for you,” whimpered the sorry, soggy Magpie, between sniffs.
“Magali, it was just a nightmare, nothing more. You have no need to worry: I shall never permit myself to become a villain, and could you honestly imagine that I would willingly go against the law that I work so hard to uphold?”
“No,” Magpie sniffed, “but it looked so real, James, that I wasn’t sure of anything.”
“Be sure of this one thing, then. I belong to those who love me, and I will not change for any but the best of reasons, and intentions. And I am no villain. I am yours. And Andrew will be near at hand for as long as our careers keep us together.”
“That makes me feel better. Although … do you think me silly for worrying so?”
“Not at all, Pica. Nightmares are terrible, frightful things, and there are ruthless people who make their fortunes from peddling such things*. I am glad you confided in me, my love.”
Magali gave her husband a watery smile.
“I’d best go and dry off. Thanks for that,” she said in mock annoyance with a stronger smile. “Love you, James.”
“Love you, too, Magpie,” said James.
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Notes:
*Pica Pica = Latin for Magpie (of the common European variety). It makes sense for James to have a special, private diminution of her nickname, and this just makes me feel all warm and cuddly inside.
*Zing! Ooh, I am a naughty, cynical creature, am I not? :-P